Streets of Fandom, Sunday Morning

[okteiviakom]

It was early in the morning, at least for a Sunday.

And Octavia was out, roaming the streets. Or at least walking around, eyeing everything with the kind of wary looks that you gave things when you weren't quite sure you could trust any of it. Or believe it, even. None of this was what she was used to.

And maybe she looked it, in her warrior gear.

She stopped at a shop window at random. The place was closed right now, but there was a window display full of merchandise, and it looked so foreign and alien to her. Not the things themselves – although comic books and collectible figurines also weren't really within the scope of Octavia's life experience – but the way they were being displayed so proudly behind a glass for seemingly no reason.

Look, she understood what shops were. She just wasn't used to them.

So she was frowning at the window of a comic book store. That was not weird at all.

[ooc: Open! Feel free to run into the wary warrior lady either outside Android's Dungeon or just somewhere in the streets.]

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[kenselvren]

"You are new here."

Jalian didn't do hellos much. She might have even passed by saying nothing, but this girl almost looked ken Selvren, except for the eyes, and it was rare to meet someone here that looked like a Huntress; most of the girls were soft.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's wariness didn't exactly abate at being addressed. But it helped that she'd been keeping an eye on the girl from the corner of her eye. No matter wat Bellamy told her about this place being safe, she didn't know if anyone could actually be trusted.

"Is it that obvious?" she asked, dryly, as she turned a little more towards Jalian.

[kenselvren]

Jalian shrugged. "There are few enough people here, new ones stand out."

She held her hand out slightly warily for a greeting grip. "I am Jalian d'Arsennette y ken Selvren."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had shaken hands only a – no pun intended – handful of times in her entire life. But at least she knew the custom.

After a beat of hesitation, she took Jalian's hand. "Okteivia kom Skaikru."

It felt both right and wrong to say that.

[kenselvren]

"Well met." Jalian nodded at her, then again at the store window. "You're looking for something? Or wondering what it is?"

[okteiviakom]

"Wondering what the point is," Octavia replied bluntly. She tapped her fingertips against the window. "None of this really looks worth putting on display like this."

[kenselvren]

Jalian shrugged. "They show the sorts of things they sell, then you go in if you want it. This place is for games and reading with pictures. I don't know if it's the best of their wares; I have never been inside."

She wasn't really the gaming and comics sort.

[firstofitskind]

Liam's roaming was less wary and more curious, but he was out wandering with no particular destination in mind when he happened to cross paths with Octavia.

"Hello," he offered politely.

[okteiviakom]

It was going to take a while for Octavia to stop considering every stranger a potential threat until proven otherwise.

No, scratch that. It was going to take a long while.

Still, she managed a vague... noise of acknowledgement that wasn't outright hostile, or anything. Maybe it was even a 'hey', if you squinted.

[firstofitskind]

Liam was going to take it as such, yeah. "I'm Liam," he continued. Hey, at least he'd finally gotten out of the habit of dropping the 'Companion-Protector' bit. "You a fan?" he continued, nodding at the window.

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know what any of if is."

There hadn't really been comic books on the Ark. At least not where she, personally, had grown up – their closed-off household had been more interested in mythology.

"So take that as a 'no'."

[firstofitskind]

Liam's world had comic books, but neither of his human parents had paid much attention to them, and he hadn't really had the time to develop hobbies of his own. So what little he did know was mostly just the kind of thing you picked up via cultural osmosis. Like the fact that all the Troopers couldn't stop raving about a certain female superhero who finally got her own big-budget movie.

"That one's Bitterwoman, I think," he offered, pointing. "Which is about all I know. Comics aren't really my thing either."

[okteiviakom]

"Bitterwoman?" Octavia questioned, peering through the window with a mildly disapproving look.

She didn't sound impressed with the name.

[imafuturist]

Tony had a half-finished coffee in hand, so he was better on the uptake this morning.

Which was why he had to sort of pause at the person glaring at comic books and action figures. "You alright there?"

[okteiviakom]

And here Octavia had thought the morning would be a quiet time to explore the town. She looked over, her expression wary but also dry.

"Yes."

You asked, Tony. You asked.

[imafuturist]

"Well, as long as you're certain about that," he said with an easy smile. "New in town?"

IT WAS SUCH A SMALL TOWN, OKAY?

[okteiviakom]

"Is six days not long enough to not count as new?"

Sarcasm was very helpful, obviously. And compulsive.

[imafuturist]

Tony inhaled sharply then took a contemplative sip of his coffee. "Six whole days, huh? I think that means you can talk to people about the old days now."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rolled her eyes, then looked through the window again at the Bitterwoman comics. (Except she was hiding some genuine emotion with that. Maybe.) "Great, I can't wait to reminisce about how I found myself here by accident."

[retired_hero]

"Hello," Anne called with a smile. She had been getting a lot better at getting out for some fresh air in the mornings. Before the summer heat really started beating down. Still, it was warm enough for short sleeves, which made it even harder to miss the fact that her left arm was just gone at the shoulder.

Anne was still a little bit self-conscious about that, but was finally starting to get used to it.

"I'm not even sure that they're open on Sundays," she pointed out, trying to be helpful.

[okteiviakom]

"I noticed," Octavia replied dryly. "It doesn't matter, I wasn't interested in going in anyway."

Except maybe she was a tiny bit curious. But not enough to be thinking about coming back on purpose when it was open.

[retired_hero]

"Yeah?" Anne looked at the window herself. "Actually, I've never been in myself, but now I feel like I should check their hours." Because, why not? It actually looked kind of interesting.

She glanced at Octavia curiously, clearly noticing her outfit, but she didn't say anything else for the moment.

[okteiviakom]

Much like Octavia had taken note of Anne's missing arm, but wasn't drawing attention to it. Wasn't her business.

"Why?" she asked. "It doesn't look like they have anything useful."

[retired_hero]

"I know." Anne grinned slightly. "I've been trying to learn to appreciate things that aren't useful recently. Got a houseplant and everything."

It was quite pretty?

"Though I suppose that's probably not for everyone."

[okteiviakom]

"A houseplant?"

Funnily enough, those hadn't been a thing on the Ark (not counting Farming Station, obviously). And even less so on the ground.