The Deck of the Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday Morning

Last week had been rough, in the way that Octavia had been feeling sluggish and groggy damn near all of the time. And just because Dr. Baker had said there would be side effects - and Claire, via Duke's letter, that this process wouldn't be easy - didn't make it any less annoying.

And so far Monday wasn't feeling like it was going to be much easier.

But Octavia was persevering because it was what she did, no matter the situation. And right now, she was doing that by rolling a mat out on the deck of the Rouge and going through something that... honestly probably didn't deserve to be called a yoga flow. They were just random poses, whatever she could remember off the top of her head.

The ship's porgs seemed delighted by the chance to try and climb on her for a better vantage point, regardless.

[ooc: It's an open place in port!]