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fandomtownies2022-04-06 04:32 pm
okteiviakom) wrote in fandomtownies2022-04-06 04:32 pm
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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening
There seemed to be the last remnants of some kind of... rubber-based carnage scattered about the axe range tonight. Octavia wasn't going to bother asking Tiny about it.
Octavia wasn't bothering with much at all, really. She was here, that was enough. That was more than she'd managed since Monday evening, at any rate. Since she'd fleed from the preserve to her boat, and then in the morning back into the preserve.
There were a handful of unanswered messages from Dr. Baker on her phone.
(She'd only texted Jennifer a few times.)
And right now, she was trying to mix a drink for herself with just the one good hand. It wasn't going very well.
[ooc: Opeeeen, may be slow because I am tired (and later this evening because I'm going to the movies).]
Octavia wasn't bothering with much at all, really. She was here, that was enough. That was more than she'd managed since Monday evening, at any rate. Since she'd fleed from the preserve to her boat, and then in the morning back into the preserve.
There were a handful of unanswered messages from Dr. Baker on her phone.
(She'd only texted Jennifer a few times.)
And right now, she was trying to mix a drink for herself with just the one good hand. It wasn't going very well.
[ooc: Opeeeen, may be slow because I am tired (and later this evening because I'm going to the movies).]