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fandomtownies2023-02-19 12:51 pm
okteiviakom) wrote in fandomtownies2023-02-19 12:51 pm
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The Preserve, Sunday Morning
There were two reasons for why Octavia inevitably needed some preserve time this weekend.
One, she'd spent most of the week roaming around the woods on their island off the coast of Chile, but it wasn't quite the same for her as being in these woods was. (As close as it was, especially compared to their other getaway place in the Bahamas.) She needed that, to disappear into some deeply familiar surroundings for a while.
And, two... Look, she wouldn't be Octavia if she didn't go back to examining how this body - much taller, broader, also flatter in certain places - worked with everything she was used to doing. Very much including weaponry.
So here she was, digging her practice target board out of its usual hiding place, fixing it to a tree, and getting some knives out.
She was rusty, and could use the practice, anyway.
[ooc: Open, of course.]
One, she'd spent most of the week roaming around the woods on their island off the coast of Chile, but it wasn't quite the same for her as being in these woods was. (As close as it was, especially compared to their other getaway place in the Bahamas.) She needed that, to disappear into some deeply familiar surroundings for a while.
And, two... Look, she wouldn't be Octavia if she didn't go back to examining how this body - much taller, broader, also flatter in certain places - worked with everything she was used to doing. Very much including weaponry.
So here she was, digging her practice target board out of its usual hiding place, fixing it to a tree, and getting some knives out.
She was rusty, and could use the practice, anyway.
[ooc: Open, of course.]