Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

It was days later and Sparkle could swear he still had the taste of chocolate milk and ketchup in his mouth. Which was an interesting combination when combined with all the myriad scents around the shop today. There were some nice spring scents out, motly with words like 'blossom' in the name, but Sparkle was coming to learn that 'apple blossom and pickle brine' was not a combination that one necessarily wanted to have filling one's senses.

And on top of it all, he'd brought some accessory pieces for his final project at school, which meant that he was alternating between popping TicTacs like his life depended on it and sewing between customers.

What a Wednesday.

[OOC: Open!]

The Beach, Wednesday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

As a kid up on the Ark, Octavia had longed to be allowed to see space. To just be able to look out into the vastness of it, not even to see a moonrise (although she'd longed to see that, too) but just to be able to see -- it. Space. The thing her mother and her brother had both tried to explain to her while they'd kept her from it.

Then she'd seen it, and it had been everything she'd wanted it to be. For the brief moment it had lasted.

But that day was long since gone. She'd come down to the ground, and then she'd come here. And the ocean seemed to answer a similar kind of longing in her, now. It was vast and dark and something she didn't fully know or even understand.

There was an ache in her chest she didn't want to look at too closely. So she was sitting on the sand, watching the water. Occasionally throwing stones into the ocean.

Some of them got thrown a little more aggressively than others.

[ooc: Open place in town is open, as is this post!]