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driftfleet2016-03-22 10:13 am
grounds) wrote in 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
[Looks like their absences overlapped a little.]
Video
Didn't you leave?