fandomtownies | The Streets of Fandom, Late Monday Morning

So it seemed like everything was just about getting back to normal, after yesterday's portals. The slugs were gone, and so were all the extra people as far as Octavia could tell.

But she was feeling restless. And so, with traces of yesterday's warpaint still around her eyes, she was taking one last patrol walk around the island. Her sword was in its scabbard at her back. Half the point of this walk was just to convince herself that the danger was done for now, but that didn't mean she was going to go out unarmed. Her gaze was scanning her surroundings keenly.

But everything seemed peaceful.

Occasionally, with an annoyed huff, she brushed chocolate sprinkles off her shoulders. And no, she hadn't thought to taste them. You couldn't trust random things that fell from the sky.

[ooc: Open post, open streets.]