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driftfleet2015-10-16 08:11 pm
grounds) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-16 08:11 pm
ii ; video & action
Who: Octavia Blake & Open
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: Moon or Wonderduck
When: Broadcast, evening of Oct 16; Action, whenever
[The feed that pops up is originating from a basic (and boring) room above one of the old timey buildings on the moon. Octavia's lounging on the cot, tossing a baseball sized object up into the air, then catching it, not really looking at the comm.]
I gotta admit that the past two weeks-- or however long since I got here-- have been pretty damn long. Back home, there was so much more to do. [The ball goes up in the air.] Not in the entertaining way [And down again.] but stuff we had to get done. Hunting, scouting, building, repairing, you get the idea. It was one thing after another, the days went by in a flash.
[She catches the ball again and sticks it on the small side table by her cot, sitting up at the same time.] Pretty much, doing stuff for fun wasn't on the agenda, so I'm kinda at a loss here.
[Octavia huffs, blowing a bit of hair out of her face, before finally looking at the comm.]
I guess suggestions are welcomed if anyone wants to toss one my way. [Her boots tap the floor for a moment.] Also, I want to keep learning combat. So far, I've gotten decent with a sword, but I don't want to stop. Unarmed is good, too. Honestly, whatever's fine. I can take a beating, and I'm a quick enough study. I can't pay right now, that'd be later, unless favors or chores work, too.
[There's a pause, where she considers something.] My name's Octavia Blake. I'm security on the Wonderduck. You can find me there or on the moon for now if you want. That's it I guess.
[She flashes a sheepish grin before cutting the broadcast. Feel free to run into her on the ship or moon, whenever.]
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: Moon or Wonderduck
When: Broadcast, evening of Oct 16; Action, whenever
[The feed that pops up is originating from a basic (and boring) room above one of the old timey buildings on the moon. Octavia's lounging on the cot, tossing a baseball sized object up into the air, then catching it, not really looking at the comm.]
I gotta admit that the past two weeks-- or however long since I got here-- have been pretty damn long. Back home, there was so much more to do. [The ball goes up in the air.] Not in the entertaining way [And down again.] but stuff we had to get done. Hunting, scouting, building, repairing, you get the idea. It was one thing after another, the days went by in a flash.
[She catches the ball again and sticks it on the small side table by her cot, sitting up at the same time.] Pretty much, doing stuff for fun wasn't on the agenda, so I'm kinda at a loss here.
[Octavia huffs, blowing a bit of hair out of her face, before finally looking at the comm.]
I guess suggestions are welcomed if anyone wants to toss one my way. [Her boots tap the floor for a moment.] Also, I want to keep learning combat. So far, I've gotten decent with a sword, but I don't want to stop. Unarmed is good, too. Honestly, whatever's fine. I can take a beating, and I'm a quick enough study. I can't pay right now, that'd be later, unless favors or chores work, too.
[There's a pause, where she considers something.] My name's Octavia Blake. I'm security on the Wonderduck. You can find me there or on the moon for now if you want. That's it I guess.
[She flashes a sheepish grin before cutting the broadcast. Feel free to run into her on the ship or moon, whenever.]
video
[How he's going to get it, though, is up for debate.]
video -> action
[And she is! About ten minutes later, she's making her way up the steps to the saloon. Without hesitating, Octavia enters, only to swerve to her left, narrowly avoiding a thrown bottle of something. Her eyes widen and she quickly ducks down, heading towards the corner of the room.]
Shawn?! [It's a forced call as her instincts are to be quiet as she can.]
action
(To be fair, no one's gonna notice it in this mess.) He waves toward her.] Octavia! Over here!
[He feels like they should've noticed him, but nope, the current brawlers keep on wrestling on the other side of the saloon.]
action
Octavia has to stop and pause under a table while two guys going at it go by. When she can, she quickly leaves its shelter, just in time for someone else to be thrown on top of it. Almost there!
Except for the mass of drunken bodies now heading towards their meeting spot. A scowl crosses her face, and she picks up the pace.]
Hey, time to move. [Her leg lashes out and kicks a chair towards a couple guys stumbling towards Shawn. They proceed to trip over it and land just off to the side. She arrives right after them.]
You okay?