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fandomtownies2017-06-25 03:48 pm
okteiviakom) wrote in fandomtownies2017-06-25 03:48 pm
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Streets of Fandom, Sunday Morning
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.]
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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"Oh, not your brother being here. That's good. But being stuck..."
Anne grimaced.
"Do you have more family that's waiting for you back wherever your from?"
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Good thing Octavia was so stony-faced to begin with. "No. It's just the two of us."
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Anne considered that for a moment, then sighed. "Though I suppose that's cold comfort when you're so far away from everyone you know."