Octavia Blake (ง︡’-‘︠)ง (
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driftfleet2016-03-22 10:13 am
Entry tags:
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?

video
Octavia. You were— it was a few days.
video
Three months for me. [She runs a hand through her hair, trying to relieve some of whatever she's feeling.]
Gotta admit, I'm not a fan of being caught up this way.
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[ she doesn't really get what just went down, despite it just happening to her boyfriend ]
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[She angles the camera to show Nova her tattoo.]
Clearly didn't have this before, did I?
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So it feels like you were gone for three months just to wake up back here?
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Back home, I have a horse now.
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no one has tried to eat it yet???]Things like what?
i love you
[Plus, that three months is more time spent on Earth than her previous stay.]
;D ;D ;D
[ there's no reason she can't do it over video but she's just... more comfortable in person. if at all. ]
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Video >>—> Action
[ transmission end. she shows up a little while later with some drinks, knocking on Octavia's doorframe ]
Hey.
cute arrow you nerd
It's open, come on down, but mind the ladder.
i have a theme ok
Wow. It's different seeing the tattoo in person.
okok
Octavia scoots back in her bed, closer to the head, nodding for Nova to come join her.]
Thanks. Did I miss anything super important?
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I don't... think so? We're not docked anymore, and we delivered those crates.
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[She takes a swig and makes a face, leaning back.] Sort of a relief. Enough to think about in the mean time, you know?
But I'm glad you're still here.
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So. Anything you want to share?
[ she's not snooping as much as hoping to give Octavia an opening if she wants to take it ]
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[Octavia falls silent for a moment, then she actually does share.]
I miss them. My brother, my boyfriend, my horse... I dunno, it's weird, but I like it here too, if I think on it. I fit in more here than I ever did at home.
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[ focus, nova, that's not even the most important information ]
I feel the same way, though. The fitting in.
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Yeah? Are we birds of a feather or whatever that is?
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[ her expression is soft. friendsssss ]
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[She nudges Nova with her foot.] I wish you could meet some of them. They'd like you.
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Yeah? I bet I'd like them too. What are they like?
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[Octavia doesn't move on to the other people just yet, she needs a moment to process the fact she'd just been with him. But not. It's weird.]
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Older siblings are overprotective jerks, what can we say.
But he sounds really great. I'd like to meet him, too.
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