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

[feathery]

youve mentioned that a few times already
maybe youre the one who needs to see a counselor dude
im pretty sure all this hatred is symptomatic of a legit brain disorder
a sign you need a solid chat with a professional to get your antisocial tendencies sorted out and therapize your issues into submission

[Just casually ripping off Rose Lalonde's shit and doing an atrocious job of it because she isn't here to call him out.]

[frigidaire]

i wonder why.
no idea why i mentioned that.
thanks birdbrains.

[ there's friendly affection in there somewhere. maybe. ]

[feathery]

thats some reverse psychology shit bro
no wonder you need to get yourself checked

[He cares. Really.]

[frigidaire]

go eat some birdseed and be quiet.
i can hear your bullshit through the wall.

[feathery]

[And Davesprite reaches a hand through the wall to wrench the nearest object off the wall and throw it at Isaac. How the fuck did he even aim that?]

now you dont have to hear it through the wall

[frigidaire]

[ luckily it's just some picture frame with a poster in it he had up, but Isaac barely dodges it. there's a lot of shouting, maybe some banging on the wall, then silence. ]

sorry who are you
i don't have this contact in my communicator
must not be important.

[feathery]

[Davesprite just sends Isaac a picture of his hand. Flipping him the bird.]