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Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday

Looking to see fireworks every day of the year?

Kathy was pleased with her current Fourth of July-themed displays. Most of the items she'd pulled were either red, white, or blue and now she was having fun crafting little fireworks out of strips of metallic paper and glue. Because who says that your local sex shop couldn't also be a haven for arts and crafts. And since the Hobby Lobby on the island sold birth control, she didn't have to feel bad for supporting it!

Also, it left her brain free to think more about the upcoming Mexico trip, so all in all, it was a good shift.

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Octavia's wary exploration of the town had finally led to actually entering a store.

This one.

Why it was this one, Octavia probably couldn't have explained. Maybe it was the name, even less easy for her to decipher into what they were selling than most places around the island. But whatever the reason, congrats Kathy – you now had a leather-clad (former) Grounder in your store.

Looking around with a mild frown. "What is this place?"

"Oh hi," Kathy said, not particularly fazed by the question. Or the leather, though it wasn't the same kind of leather outfit she sold upstairs. "It's a shop dedicated to improving your sexual heath and enjoyment, either by yourself or with partners."

Not bad, for something she just rattled off!

"Can I help you find something? Either in the store or in general," she clarified.

Octavia looked slightly surprised at that. And ignored Kathy's question in favor of one of her own.

"There's a shop for sex?"

Okay, that made more sense than the one with the comics and the figurines. And she didn't even assume actual sex was one of the wares!

Kathy really appreciated that.

"There's a whole booming industry for it," she said, giving the newcomer a smile. "Sex can be hard for people and is a really complicated subject, so having a place they can go to explore and get questions answered is useful. And some people just like having new items to play with to make sex better."

Octavia didn't smile. But she did look intrigued, and she only looked mildly wary at the same time so hey, progress! At least when it came to most of her interactions with the island so far.

She was quiet for a beat, processing. Apparently.

Then she asked, "What kinds of items?"

"There are a lot," Kathy said, looking around at her displays to find a few options to use as examples. "It depends on what you're interested in and to some extent, your, uhh, genital configuration." She snagged a few toys and held them out for Olivia to inspect. "Vibrators, dildoes, co--errr, penis sleeves, rings...Basically, anything to help you orgasm harder or faster or more often."

Octavia examined the items with a curious frown on her face, guessing at what they were for. Not that it was too hard. She was more than aware of sex even if toys hadn't factored into it where she was from.

"And people around here have enough..." Okay, she wasn't sure what the right word here was. Safety? "Time, to think about inventing these kinds of things?"

Waving a vibrator went with that question well.

It had Kathy smiling at least. "Oh yeah," she said, propping her chin on her fist. "People around here have time for a lot of things. Sometimes a little bit too much, really. Free time is hardly at a premium around here."

Sometimes you actively had to find things to do to keep you from going crazy with it all.

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Octavia shook her head. "I don't understand this place."

'This place' meaning the island, not the store, yeah. She found herself saying that often. Or thinking it, anyway.

"This store or the island?" Kathy asked, with sympathy. She couldn't read narrative but she'd said that more than a few times herself.

"Both," Octavia allowed, setting the items down on the counter with one last cursory glance at them. "But more the island. It's... very different."

She said that kind of dryly, even though most changes were for the better.

"It doesn't seem to matter where you're from," Kathy said wryly. "The island's always different." She held out a hand. "I'm Kathy," she said. "Welcome to Fandom. Where're you coming from?"

"Octavia," she replied, her handshake unpracticed but firm. And brief. And she was vaguely glad to have reason to skip saying anything but her first name. It was a complicated topic. "I came from Earth. A different one."

Obviously.

Her tone, again, was dry. "Ours is a lot more post-nuclear."

"Ahhh," Kathy said, wincing. "Mine's post zombie apocalypse. But, uhh, just immediately post."

By about a year. And change.

"Guessing yours isn't?"

Otherwise, she figured Octavia would recognize a lot of the stuff in the store.

Octavia didn't know what zombies were. But that could wait, at least a moment.

"No, I don't think a century qualifies as 'immediately'."

Kathy wasn't in any rush to explain them, either.

"Probably not, no," she said. "Not that I'm an expert on apocalypse timelines or anything. But yeah. That's definitely going to set you up for some island culture shock. You settling in okay?"

"Not really," Octavia replied, a little flatly. That made it much easier to say. "But my brother is here."

That helped some.

"It's hard," Kathy said with the tones of someone who didn't just sympathize, but knew first-hand just how hard that struggle could be. "You're not used to all this time to do nothing, and it just spills forward on and on, all these empty hours to fill. And the lack of danger puts you on edge because surely something was supposed to jump you by now and it hasn't and rather than relaxing, it just gets you more on edge because, to you, 'quiet' is usually synonymous with 'something bad is coming' and the longer it's quiet, the worse it's gonna be. And you're used to having a plan, having a purpose, and here none of that is necessary."

She looked away, busying herself with adjusting things on the counter that didn't really need to be adjusted. "Or, at least, that's how it was for me. You could be different. God knows there's plenty about this island that makes it strange and hard to settle into."

That was a whole lot of words there, Kathy.

Octavia listened quietly, but she didn't relate. Not really. Although it was probably because she'd been on the island for such a short time.

Or maybe she just didn't want to. She wasn't really in the business of showing too many of her emotions these days, anyway.

But she was committing that to memory. "I guess so," she said. "I'm still learning about it."

Word-walling was a true Kathy tradition. She could ask Dante all about it.

You know, if she had any idea who Dante was and any desire to do so.

"Right," Kathy said. "Sorry, I was just--anyway, you said your brother was here?"

"Yes," Octavia confirmed with a small, still unnecessary nod. "His name's Bellamy. But I think he's been keeping to himself."

The Blakes were solitary like that, sometimes.

Kathy didn't know him--but then, Kathy hadn't exactly been Miss Social Butterfly 2017, herself.

"Then you've got a place to stay," she said with a nod. "Cool. How long has he been here?"

"Over a year."

And what a fun year it had been for everyone in his absence!

"Seems like longer," she added, dryly.

Well, that explained why Kathy didn't know him. He was one of the people who'd shown up while she was dead.

"Bet he missed his sister, too," Kathy said, not knowing anything about what had transpired for Octavia while Bellamy was gone. "I do."

Not that Sarah was ever going to show up on the island. Not without a magic rock being involved anyway.

"You have a sibling?"

Octavia was a little reluctant in asking that, but she also couldn't help herself. She had very personal reasons to care.

"Had."

Octavia wished she could've felt surprised, but she'd learned to expect the worst in most situations by now. "I'm sorry for your loss."

It was a little on the flat side, but not without sympathy.

"Thanks," Kathy said quietly. "It's tough. I'm glad you've found your brother here."

It wasn't the safest of places sometimes, but god, it could be so much worse.

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