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The port wasn't quiet tonight. At least, not if you were right outside the little fishing cruiser docked there. The music, while not terribly loud to a listener outside the Samsara... sounded like it was probably pretty loud on the inside of the boat.
Because it was.
Which was probably a little funny, since Octavia had originally come there for some peace and quiet on her own. But that had been hours ago, and anyway, sometimes this was just what you had to do. Turn your tiny stereo up, and find the space to dance.
There really wasn't much of it, though. And the boat rocked in the water if she went too hard.
But she didn't care. It was rare that she got this urge at all. She was going to milk it for what it was worth.
[ooc: Open, if you'd like.]
Because it was.
Which was probably a little funny, since Octavia had originally come there for some peace and quiet on her own. But that had been hours ago, and anyway, sometimes this was just what you had to do. Turn your tiny stereo up, and find the space to dance.
There really wasn't much of it, though. And the boat rocked in the water if she went too hard.
But she didn't care. It was rare that she got this urge at all. She was going to milk it for what it was worth.
[ooc: Open, if you'd like.]
