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The days at sea felt like waves. There were moments where Octavia felt settled and patient, ready to ride it all out until the multiverse decided to spit Duke back out again. And there were other moments where the wait just felt like it was crushing her.
She liked coming out on the deck sometimes, when the latter happened. Something about looking out towards the horizon could sometimes help center her. And that was what she'd been doing when she suddenly caught movement in the sky, out of the corner of her eye, and turned to look. It was a bird, an albatross. Carrying something in its beak, something -- very oddly shaped.
As the bird flew closer, Octavia could make out what it was: a squirrel.
A squirrel wearing a hat.
And then the squirrel waved at her, with some -- white piece of paper? A piece of cardboard? Without thinking, Octavia waved back. "What --" she muttered, right as the albatross flew directly over the deck, above her, and the squirrel dropped whatever it was it had been holding.
On instinct alone, Octavia rushed to snatch it out of the air, before it even had time to land on the deck. And it wasn't just a piece of paper, or cardboard. It was an old and battered envelope, addressed to her and Lucifer, care of the radio squirrels on Fandom Island.
And it was in Duke's handwriting.
Octavia looked up, but the albatross and its furry hitchhiker were already gone.
She looked down at the envelope again. Her hands were shaking.
"Lucifer!"
[ooc: NFB, and for the one.]
She liked coming out on the deck sometimes, when the latter happened. Something about looking out towards the horizon could sometimes help center her. And that was what she'd been doing when she suddenly caught movement in the sky, out of the corner of her eye, and turned to look. It was a bird, an albatross. Carrying something in its beak, something -- very oddly shaped.
As the bird flew closer, Octavia could make out what it was: a squirrel.
A squirrel wearing a hat.
And then the squirrel waved at her, with some -- white piece of paper? A piece of cardboard? Without thinking, Octavia waved back. "What --" she muttered, right as the albatross flew directly over the deck, above her, and the squirrel dropped whatever it was it had been holding.
On instinct alone, Octavia rushed to snatch it out of the air, before it even had time to land on the deck. And it wasn't just a piece of paper, or cardboard. It was an old and battered envelope, addressed to her and Lucifer, care of the radio squirrels on Fandom Island.
And it was in Duke's handwriting.
Octavia looked up, but the albatross and its furry hitchhiker were already gone.
She looked down at the envelope again. Her hands were shaking.
"Lucifer!"
[ooc: NFB, and for the one.]
