Octavia Blake (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
okteiviakom) wrote2020-08-07 07:20 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2020-08-07 07:20 pm
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(Outside) MCA #9, Friday Afternoon
There was nothing Octavia could do.
But Octavia needed to do something, because she needed to feel like she could control something. She'd tried to make that something be further work on her boat, but that kept making her feel like she was somehow gearing up to abandon the Rouge, not to mention reminding her how few things of her own she had in the first place.
Except that wasn't true, was it? She had things. She just hadn't touched most of them in seven years.
And so she'd done another thing she hadn't done in years, and called Magnus to come help her. And now there they were, in the hallway right outside the apartment, armed with a bunch of cardboard boxes, and Octavia was --
Hesitating.
"Thanks for coming," she said, twisting the key around in her hand. She should've been opening the door right now, right? But she was stalling. "And sorry I haven't... been in touch."
[ooc: Primarily for the one mentioned, but Octavia's out in the hallway a lot so feel free to catch her!]
But Octavia needed to do something, because she needed to feel like she could control something. She'd tried to make that something be further work on her boat, but that kept making her feel like she was somehow gearing up to abandon the Rouge, not to mention reminding her how few things of her own she had in the first place.
Except that wasn't true, was it? She had things. She just hadn't touched most of them in seven years.
And so she'd done another thing she hadn't done in years, and called Magnus to come help her. And now there they were, in the hallway right outside the apartment, armed with a bunch of cardboard boxes, and Octavia was --
Hesitating.
"Thanks for coming," she said, twisting the key around in her hand. She should've been opening the door right now, right? But she was stalling. "And sorry I haven't... been in touch."
[ooc: Primarily for the one mentioned, but Octavia's out in the hallway a lot so feel free to catch her!]
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She was so, so sorry, Stephven. Or, you know. Would be, in a moment.
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Stephven did that little goldfish mouth thing that they do. It was adorable. You know. For a fish.
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"... Sure, okay," she said, slowly.
Then very carefully reached for Stephven.
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"He's great. You can even talk to him while I work. Great listener."
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She tended to kind of naturally talk to animals. In Trig, no less.
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The kitchen had few personal items. Little notes were stuck to the fridge with magnets, a pocket book had been abandoned on one corner of the table.
But then there was Octavia's bedroom. The aftermath of her last visit was - obviously - still there: her drum kit was spread apart, half fallen over, a couple of parts further away like they'd been thrown at the wall. Sheets had been torn off the bed and lay in a raggedy heap on the floor. Her bookcase looked as tidy as ever, though, with its various contents. Half a dozen books, some knives, Magnus' own carved figurine of Athena. A little blue potted plant that was cold to the touch, and still alive against all odds.
Much like its former owner, sitting out in the hallway by the open door, holding Stephven's glass ball with both hands like it was precious.
Telling him - in softly murmured Trig - about how she'd come to live in this place.
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Magnus, on the other hand, made sure to box up Bellamy's stuff first just to make sure it was away in case Octavia wanted to come look at her own stuff.
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So far, Octavia was doing her level best to just... ignore the apartment until something gave her reason not to.
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And said, "It's not gonna fit in the boxes." No, it wasn't really an answer to what he'd actually said. But sometimes she needed to take a different approach just to keep it together.
Focus on the facts, not on her feelings about her instrument. (Or how much some part of her missed playing it.)
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Okay, most of the time.
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"Don't understand what that means."
A beat.
Actually, she didn't want an explanation, so: "But sure."
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Since he liked to think he'd gotten better at carving since that last gift happened.
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She had her reasons.
(And those reasons were currently stuck in Maine.)
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And then found herself just quietly watching him for a moment. The times where none of this felt real came further and further apart the longer she was back on the island, but guess this was one of them.
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He grinned at her once he noticed. "You need another hug?"
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"What happens if I say no again?"
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"Good answer."
She got up, still holding Stephven carefully as she did. And then she opened her arms.
Only a little. But it was still an invitation.
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Sighed.
"Have you listened to radio?" she asked, quietlt.
Because she'd made damn sure not to mention anything about Duke being gone, until now.
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In all its nonsensical glory.
Her voice went flatter. "He's not a hamster. He's missing."
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"Like you were or...?"
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Yeah, she was really careful about not letting any emotion into her voice, now.
"He went h-- back to Haven, then told me he'd have to stay a couple days longer. I haven't heard from him since, neither has anyone else."
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"He better be."
Because she didn't know what she'd do without him.
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"It's just a lil' roadblock. You'll see." He totally told Duke that Octavia would be back too. And he'd been right then too!
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And she couldn't bear the thought of Duke coming back seven years older, too.
She didn't say anything about it. Just finally pulled back from the hug. "Is there a lot more to pack?"