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okteiviakom) wrote2021-01-09 10:40 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2021-01-09 10:40 pm
Entry tags:
The Deck of the Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Saturday Afternoon
After the handwavy fussy-complainy phone call from Lucifer about how Duke was a kid right now, and apparently wandering around town after leaving the mansion, the first thing Octavia had done had been to come over to the Cape Rouge to check if he was there.
The second thing she'd done, after finding no sign of him, had been to check some of Duke's weapon stashes around the ship. All the ones she looked at were toys, now. Good.
The third thing had been to place a couple of takeout orders. Things she could throw in the fridge, things that would be fine microwaved. Just in case.
And now she was... just sitting on the deck of the Rouge, with a book she wasn't actually reading, but was trying to convince herself she was. Some of the porgs were crowding around her, probably hoping for snacks.
She wasn't too worried.
(She was a little worried.)
[ooc: Open!]
The second thing she'd done, after finding no sign of him, had been to check some of Duke's weapon stashes around the ship. All the ones she looked at were toys, now. Good.
The third thing had been to place a couple of takeout orders. Things she could throw in the fridge, things that would be fine microwaved. Just in case.
And now she was... just sitting on the deck of the Rouge, with a book she wasn't actually reading, but was trying to convince herself she was. Some of the porgs were crowding around her, probably hoping for snacks.
She wasn't too worried.
(She was a little worried.)
[ooc: Open!]