Aboard the Samsara, Sunday Afternoon

If her time around and aboard the Cape Rouge hadn't already taught Octavia that boats were a lot of work, this past year with one of her own definitely would have. There seemed to always be something to check, maybe something to fix or otherwise give some maintenance to - and especially when you'd been gone for a while. And after breakfast, Octavia had finally taken the time to go over everything. Just, methodically and thoroughly checking everything so she wouldn't run into any trouble the next time she took the Samsara out of the port.

(Which she also figured she should do sometime soon, probably. She may have been using the thing like a houseboat, but it was meant for cruising around in.)

In some ways, it had felt like a couple of hours of meditation.

And she'd finished the whole thing off by cleaning the back deck. Which meant that now that she was done, she... sank down in one of the seats with a big sigh, her head tipping back until she could look up at the sky.

Right, that was all done.

[ooc: Expecting one.]