Octavia Blake (ง︡’-‘︠)ง (
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driftfleet2016-03-22 10:13 am
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video ; action (on the wonderduck)
Who: Octavia Blake
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: Wonderduck
When: Afternoon of the 21st
[It's been a few days since she went unconscious for no good reason, but when she wakes up, Octavia has no real grasp on the concept of time thanks to a three month trip back home. Somehow.
The process goes from slow to alarmingly fast quicker than she could draw her sword. She shoots up in bed, not realizing she's in the med bay on her ship, eyes darting around like a cornered animal.]
Lincoln?! [Of course her comm is on the table beside the bed recording every moment.
Octavia all but leaps off the cot, blanket falling away to reveal a new tattoo on her arm going part way up her neck. It only takes a moment for the blood to rush to her head, forcing her to sit back down with more force than she cares for. She places a hand to her head as all of it-- the fleet and home-- come rushing back.]
Dammit! [She lashes out, she needs to, kicking at the table beside her, giving the broadcast a shaky view before it settles to show her sitting on the bed with her head in her hands. Now she knows it's on.]
Dammit. How long was I out?
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: Wonderduck
When: Afternoon of the 21st
[It's been a few days since she went unconscious for no good reason, but when she wakes up, Octavia has no real grasp on the concept of time thanks to a three month trip back home. Somehow.
The process goes from slow to alarmingly fast quicker than she could draw her sword. She shoots up in bed, not realizing she's in the med bay on her ship, eyes darting around like a cornered animal.]
Lincoln?! [Of course her comm is on the table beside the bed recording every moment.
Octavia all but leaps off the cot, blanket falling away to reveal a new tattoo on her arm going part way up her neck. It only takes a moment for the blood to rush to her head, forcing her to sit back down with more force than she cares for. She places a hand to her head as all of it-- the fleet and home-- come rushing back.]
Dammit! [She lashes out, she needs to, kicking at the table beside her, giving the broadcast a shaky view before it settles to show her sitting on the bed with her head in her hands. Now she knows it's on.]
Dammit. How long was I out?

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I went home I think. A lot happened.
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Yeah, technically. My body was still here, but I was unconscious for a few days, and I have more memories from home-- three months. And there's physical changes, too. It's weird, I don't really get it.
[She swipes a hand across her forehead, moving some hair out of her eyes.] Sorry if I missed anything.
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trying again: ] I'm sorry. It must be painful to come so close to your home, only to be here again.
[ sansa prefers the fleet over westeros, but she understands that others might not feel the same way. ]
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It's the people I miss-- not really the place. [So to speak.] My brother, boyfriend, friends... Those sort of people.
[It's only a quick pause before she changes the subject, realizing she'll only depress the other girl.]
Have you been okay?
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You have a boyfriend?
[ she learned this word recently. or rather, she learned 'girlfriend'. and she can infer its opposite. ]
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Yeah, I do. His name's Lincoln, and I really miss him.