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Octavia was still planning to try sailing to Haven. She was just doing it concurrently with trying to figure out how all the places she'd been on the Ground fit on what the east coast looked in this time. The table she was sitting at in the galley was a mess of charts and notes, and in the middle of it all, there was a hand-drawn map. Octavia had sketched out the coastline, and had spent most of the day marking down both the present-day names she could find on her map app as well as the approximate locations of places from the Ground.
It was getting late, but she was still working on it. Right now, she was hard at work trying to figure out whether it could really be as simple as this time's Annapolis turning into Polis by her time.
... Okay, right now, she was kind of slumped over the table, her head cushioned on one arm.
Just resting her eyes, just for a little bit.
[ooc: For that guy that's returning. The tall one.]
It was getting late, but she was still working on it. Right now, she was hard at work trying to figure out whether it could really be as simple as this time's Annapolis turning into Polis by her time.
... Okay, right now, she was kind of slumped over the table, her head cushioned on one arm.
Just resting her eyes, just for a little bit.
[ooc: For that guy that's returning. The tall one.]
