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fandomtownies2019-12-16 07:50 pm
okteiviakom) wrote in fandomtownies2019-12-16 07:50 pm
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The Preserve, Monday Afternoon
There weren't any doors in the preserve. Usually, that was too obvious a fact to mention, but after the way the gremlins had seemed to be hitting up the Blakes' door extra hard on their caroling tour, Octavia was now finding it to be one of the best things about the place.
So, no doors in the preserve. But there was an Octavia, who'd dug up her usual homemade target from where she kept it hidden under a particular tree. She'd hung it up in its usual spot, and was now in the process of getting a feel for throwing her kpinga which Verity had gifted her on her birthday.
Not only were there no doors in the preserve, it was also quiet. At least apart from some very occasional thunks of the throwing knife hitting the wooden target.
And some equally muted but much more frequent cursing, when it didn't.
[ooc: Open post!]
So, no doors in the preserve. But there was an Octavia, who'd dug up her usual homemade target from where she kept it hidden under a particular tree. She'd hung it up in its usual spot, and was now in the process of getting a feel for throwing her kpinga which Verity had gifted her on her birthday.
Not only were there no doors in the preserve, it was also quiet. At least apart from some very occasional thunks of the throwing knife hitting the wooden target.
And some equally muted but much more frequent cursing, when it didn't.
[ooc: Open post!]