The Drum Room, Cape Rouge, Friday Noon

Octavia had been... holding it together. So far. For the most part. Sure, all this was annoying as hell, being at the mercy of her pollen-addled hormones while being the only affected person on the Rouge, and while her stupidly attractive partners had somehow thought it a good idea to go on an off-island date on the one evening this week she'd had actual reason to be away from the boat even if the club shift had been a handwavy one thanks to RL.

Ahem.

Anyway, she'd been handling it. Mostly by going on jogs and generally keeping herself physically active in ways that made her too tired to focus much on other ways of being physically active, because she felt some unease about making any of this anyone else's problem, especially knowing the issues Duke had had in the past.

By Friday, her legs were kind of beginning to protest any more running, though, and she had to turn to something else. And the something else... Well, she'd been avoiding the drums ever since she'd set up the kit and finished the room. But guess today she was just too tired and desperate to be afraid anymore: ultimately, there had been barely any hesitation at all before she'd slipped into the new drum room/cabin, and taken a seat behind the kit.

And picked up the sticks, suddenly so familiar in her hands that it was almost as if a decade hadn't passed at all. Although, actually playing...

So far, it was just a whole lot of very loud noise, but it felt good. And that was enough, for now.

[ooc: Open, of course. ETA: NSFW, surprising absolutely no one.]