video ; action (on the wonderduck)

[grounds]

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?

Comments

[frigidaire]

Mm, last I checked you shouldn't hide sharp, stabby things with soft things, but you know. I guess everyone hides knives in their sheets.

[ seriously, O? ] You have your fists. Your voice is pretty sharp, too so. [ he tilts his head, smirking. he's joking, of course, but still. ]

[grounds]

Unused sheets, big difference.

[He gets this look. So this look.] With normal human strength, if you remember what that is. But sure, I guess. My voice is sharper than your mind.

[frigidaire]

Not really. Sheets people are pulling down, at their faces...

[ fight him, Octavia, hiding a knife in the linen cupboard is just plain weird. ]

Ha ha, you're funny. But probably is, make people's ears bleed with all the squawking you do.

[grounds]

There are sheets on shelves below that one. You just wanted to be difficult.

[Someone obviously hasn't checked the freezer recently.]

My goal is to one day get to yours. Fingers crossed.

[frigidaire]

No, I'm tall. So I went for the shelf closest to me. Surprise knives.

[ and yeah, Isaac hasn't had much need for the freezer, thankfully. turns out he doesn't like them too much. ]

Good luck. You're easy to tune out. Do it all the time.

[grounds]

And yet you're still bitching about something that didn't hurt you at all. Coulda fooled me.

[Right. Well, the point remains.]

[frigidaire]

Yeah, whatever. Welcome back.

[ he shrugs, but he might be grinning a little bit. hey, she's his friend. it's nice to see she's okay. ]

[grounds]

Uh-huh. Good to see you, too.

[The same teasing tone remains, but her smile says that she really means it.]