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MCA #9, Friday After Sundown
Oct. 5th, 2018 08:37 pmAfter the stronger and stronger pull over the last several days (and the dreams that went with it), this morning Octavia had felt like it had suddenly stopped. She didn't know what to make of it, at first: somehow, it left her feeling expectant.
But then, nothing happened. The day stretched on and nothing was out of the ordinary.
By the time the evening rolled along, she had pretty much began assuming it had just been some kind of a blip in Fandom's system. A random torture with no particular end goal in sight. Just a bunch of dreams of her mother that she hadn't told Bellamy about, for the fear that he'd had them too or the fear that he hadn't. She didn't even know, and now it looked like it didn't even matter. Because it had just been... whatever.
The TV was on, playing some idiotic reality TV show with a lot of conventionally attractive living together in a house with a great big pool. And Octavia was on the couch, rolling her eyes. "Kinda makes you wish the ground never advances back to this point again."
[ooc: For the brother and the mother and conflicting feelings, to be sure.]
But then, nothing happened. The day stretched on and nothing was out of the ordinary.
By the time the evening rolled along, she had pretty much began assuming it had just been some kind of a blip in Fandom's system. A random torture with no particular end goal in sight. Just a bunch of dreams of her mother that she hadn't told Bellamy about, for the fear that he'd had them too or the fear that he hadn't. She didn't even know, and now it looked like it didn't even matter. Because it had just been... whatever.
The TV was on, playing some idiotic reality TV show with a lot of conventionally attractive living together in a house with a great big pool. And Octavia was on the couch, rolling her eyes. "Kinda makes you wish the ground never advances back to this point again."
[ooc: For the brother and the mother and conflicting feelings, to be sure.]
