Octavia Blake (ง︡’-‘︠)ง (
grounds) wrote in
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 hate you both.
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[So much sass.]
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[ fight him. :< ]
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[gladly]
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[ :D ]
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[Suck it.]
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[ buuuuuurn. ]
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that shit is like four months overdue
[He is too lazy to accommodate Isaac's selected avenue of communication.]
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we all got to pull our weight around here and youre the security surplus in these conflictless times
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and you're the not-captaining surplus so
sounds like you finally have a job oh captain my captain.
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inventory isnt written anywhere in the captaining record
i just dropped newt off in your room btw
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he likes chew toys.
i hate you more by the way.
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but go ahead
ill let him stash the dead things in your room for you to find when they drop in the middle of the night like a rotting facehugger ready to deep throat your face
we all know hes fond of that
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for all of your weird and creepy bird threats right
something wrong with you
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that was an immutable fact of newts fox nature
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you can keep your dead things.
no joke there are counselors.
the might run screaming when they meet you but hey
you tried. gold star.
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dont try to blame this on me or the fox
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he could chew on you.
he likes birds.
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[How mocking is this text? So mocking.]
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And if nothing else, I can put Newt on harassment duty.
[Newtonfox is always on harassment duty.]