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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.]

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[Reading about the functionality of a stage coach versus railroad is all well and good, but he knock on her door is like a bell ringing to signal the end of a long day of school. The boring kind. The book's dropped on her bed without a second glance, and she's on her feet pulling the door open.]

Hey. I'd invite you in, but it's boring as hell. Wanna head downstairs?

[He doesn't really smile, but his expression is at least neutral. He also has a sword slung around his back. He gives a curt nod to her question.]

Certainly. It's a fine bar.

[Mostly because it doesn't smell of piss and vomit TOO much. ]

It has a distinct odor of... home, I'll give it that. Not sure whose home, though.

[Octavia flashes him a grin as she closes the door behind her and makes her way to the stairs.]

Come on, it's on me. Room, board, and the occasional serving for helping out around the joint isn't bad.

Probably some misbegotten, drunken wretch.

[He's trying to be funny, but it's hard to tell with the tone.]

I wouldn't say no to that, at least. And you're right, I find working on the planets and moons we visit more lucrative than sitting idle.

Hey, that's uncalled for. For all we know, she's the classiest drunken wench this place has to offer.

[She going down the stairs, so she can't see her face. But the scolding is very obviously in jest.]

Have anything you want special?

This is true, she could well be that.

[Yeah, he';s trying to be funny. All monotone and everything. ]

Not especially.

If we see her, we can make up our minds then.

[Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Octavia nods towards a door before going through it. They'll emerge behind the bar counter.]

Okay, I'll just take a guess. [A bottle of this, a shot of that, a couple things are grabbed and placed on the counter next to a glass.]

[He'll move to stand near the counter, watching with what looks like disinterest, but he's honestly amused.]

Be my guest.

Actually, right now, you're mine.

[She's pouring and dotting some random ass things into the glass. Really, there's no semblance on sense here. Octavia finishes stirring the thing and slides it over to him. Somehow, it's a greenish yellow and a little syrupy in consistency. How even...?]

Meaning you have to try this without complaining. [She grins, and it's clear she's well aware of the potential for disaster.]

[This has to be the most creative drink he's ever had put in front of him, and he's got drunk in two different versions of Las Vegas. He swishes the stuff around in the glass for a moment. ]

If this tastes dreadful, I'm holding you personally responsible.

[He'll take a quick swig of it. It better not taste of ass.]

[It ends up being a little sweet and... spicy, with a hint of lime in there, not that she knows this. Octavia leans on the counter, watching with interest.]

You can't take back the sword no matter how gross it could be. Just putting that out there.

[Oh hey, that's not that bad. He lets out a huffy exhale, which is as close to a laugh as she's going to get.]

Lucky for both of us it's quite pleasant, then.

[Well, that's news. She looks downright surprised, eyebrows shooting up in shock.]

You serious? How'd that happen?

You were expecting a different reaction?

[Siiiiip. ]

I have drunk much worse. This doesn't have rat dropping in it or dead flies or anything of that ilk.

Honestly, yeah. I just dumped some stuff in there to see what'd happen.

[She wrinkles her nose and recoils at the sound of that.]

Disgusting. It'd be a challenge to make something worse it sounds like.

You really would struggle. You would have to put much more into a drink to make it unpalatable.

[Or put fish in there. Fish are disgusting. ]

Is that a challenge or an invitation?

[She doesn't really care either way, but if he does offer it up there, Octavia won't refuse. It's not her stash, anyway.]

Anyway, hand it over. I want to try. [A stool os quickly dragged over so she can sit, still across the bar from him.]

Perhaps it is both.

[He's joking. Probably. Maybe. He'll hand it over.]

Be my guest.

Nope, you're still mine.

[She grabs the glass and doesn't hesitate to tag a swig. Almost immediately Octavia makes a face like she's about to vomit in her own mouth. Luckily, she has slightly more tact than that, opting instead to spit it out in a spray that covers a good portion of the floor behind the bar.

She'll clean that up later. A sound like a groan and pained mutter escape her, and she slides the drink as far away from her as she can, lips still pursed.]

God, I swear your taste buds must've been burned away in the time leading up to this. That was vile!

[There's a slight twitch to Fenris' mouth, an almost smile. ]

I imagine the Hanged Man had a lot to do with that.

[She's comment on that if she wasn't too busy searching for something to rid herself of the after taste.]

Ugh, the guy in charge should be the one hanged! [She spits more on to the floor because why not, finally locating a bottle of what's probably beer. Octavia takes a big drink of that, grimacing, but nodding to herself. Better.]

Apparently the name is about being drunk, rather than hanged. [His friends went through this with him. ] ...Though apparently people were hung too, so perhaps it is more literal than it seems.

[His words receive an overly exaggerated eye roll, followed by Octavia hoisting herself up on to the counter and sitting there.]

Stupid tavern names aside, I figure I'm good to ask about the sword now without seeming too rude. Let's see it.

[He pulls it fron his back, scabbard and all, and puts it down in front of her. ]

Here. Perhaps it will suit you.

Let's see.

[Octavia reaches for it, one hand to the hilt, the other to the sheathe. Over and over it's turned in her hands before she draws it, eyes pouring over it as she does so.]

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