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?

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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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[She grins now, nodding.] Yeah, he'd like you. Probably groan about my choice in friends being too similar or something.
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[A chuckle escapes her.]
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We'd be a force to be reckoned with, huh.
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I think we already are. [There's a beat, and she follows it up with something she realizes she should've said a while ago.] Thanks.
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For what?
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[It's true. It was meant as more of a blanket statement, but she's really not going to explain further.
What she does do, is sit forward again, realizing something.]
You know, I just thought of how useful it would've been if I knew how to ride a horse back on the desert moon.
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So you just learned in that time you "got back"?
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[And her fighting skills, too. But that's for another day.]
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Not all of them! We were lucky enough to get a good number that were normal enough.
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It's not a ridiculous question.
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[She reaches behind her and grabs a pillow to lazily toss at Nova. Watch your drink.]
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Hey!
[ she sets her drink down somewhere less likely to get totally turned over and throws the pillow back at Octavia ]
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Hey what?
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