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Octavia Blake (ง︡’-‘︠)ง ([personal profile] grounds) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-03-22 10:13 am

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?
frigidaire: (wat u say)

[personal profile] frigidaire 2016-03-26 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
go eat some birdseed and be quiet.
i can hear your bullshit through the wall.
feathery: art@feastings (strife; gonna cut someone)

[personal profile] feathery 2016-03-26 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[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: (this scarf is the best scarf)

[personal profile] frigidaire 2016-03-26 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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: art@feastings (whats this in my nose no one knows)

[personal profile] feathery 2016-03-26 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Davesprite just sends Isaac a picture of his hand. Flipping him the bird.]