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MCA #9, Sunday
Jun. 16th, 2019 04:37 pmOctavia had been out practically every day this week. It'd been good: she'd felt useful, the way she had during their week in the wasteland, the way she so often didn't, on the island. She'd scavenged what she could, and she'd taken out threats. She'd felt good, she'd felt strong.
Today... Not so much.
Today, she was just feeling antsy and off-balance and several other types of off. She was trying to work it out on her drum set -- trying so hard, but it didn't seem to be working.
Still made a fair bit of noise, though. That was kind of a comfort.
[ooc: Open for the bro should he so wish, or anyone who might have reason to come knocking. Probable content warning for discussions of drug use/addiction in the threads if there are any.]
Today... Not so much.
Today, she was just feeling antsy and off-balance and several other types of off. She was trying to work it out on her drum set -- trying so hard, but it didn't seem to be working.
Still made a fair bit of noise, though. That was kind of a comfort.
[ooc: Open for the bro should he so wish, or anyone who might have reason to come knocking. Probable content warning for discussions of drug use/addiction in the threads if there are any.]
