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okteiviakom) wrote2017-10-09 08:44 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2017-10-09 08:44 pm
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MCA #9, Monday Afternoon
Octavia was a raccoon.
This was not a new thing. Oh, no. Octavia had actually been a raccoonhandwavily for about a month now.
At first, she'd been freaking out a lot. Running around the apartment and generally acting anxious. But, that had been weeks ago. By now... Well, she just had to trust that this would end at some point. Right? That's what Bell kept telling her anyway, that this was a thing that happened on the island sometimes and that she just had to tough it out.
Just like she did everything else.
So, Octavia was a raccoon. And currently, she was a raccoon who was sniffing around the refridgerator door.
[ooc: For the bro! Yeah hi I'm alive. Ish. Slooowly making my way back to all my characters, omg.]
This was not a new thing. Oh, no. Octavia had actually been a raccoon
At first, she'd been freaking out a lot. Running around the apartment and generally acting anxious. But, that had been weeks ago. By now... Well, she just had to trust that this would end at some point. Right? That's what Bell kept telling her anyway, that this was a thing that happened on the island sometimes and that she just had to tough it out.
Just like she did everything else.
So, Octavia was a raccoon. And currently, she was a raccoon who was sniffing around the refridgerator door.
[ooc: For the bro! Yeah hi I'm alive. Ish. Slooowly making my way back to all my characters, omg.]