A Cabin on the Cape Rouge, Wednesday Morning

The room wasn't soundproofed yet. And that was fine. It had taken Octavia two weeks to make it this far: to not just have the drum kit in boxes in the room, but to actually be assembling it.

She hadn't set it up in more than a decade, by now. It was weird how easily it came to her once she got started. Every little bit just... finding its place, at least once she stopped really trying to think about it and let instinct take over.

It didn't take that long before it was -- all there. This piece of her old life, fully intact again.

... Well, for a given definition of 'fully intact'. Octavia examined the damage, and yes, she was definitely going to have to replace some bits before she did anything else. Between having been down in the hold for years and having had the shit kicked out of it right before that, the set had clearly seen better days. She was going to have to go shopping.

(No of course that wasn't an excuse to keep from trying the kit out just a little while longer, don't be stupid. Why would she need that?)

[ooc: Open if you have any reason to be here, sure.]