Octavia Blake (
okteiviakom) wrote2021-06-14 08:27 pm
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The Deck of the Samsara, Port of Fandom, Monday Afternoon
There was a rainbow on the dock in front of the Samsara when Octavia got back from her class in the afternoon.
... Not like in the air, or anything. And not really in a rainbow shape: it just looked like someone had painted thick, bright rainbow stripes onto the dock itself. Octavia found it kind of weird, but, considering this place? It was so much better than many other random occurrences.
And maybe it contributed to her decision to sit out on the deck of her boat for a while, reading.
Or maybe it was just a nice day outside.
[ooc: Open! There has been a little bit of a hubbub about painting rainbows in my town this past week, so here we are.]
... Not like in the air, or anything. And not really in a rainbow shape: it just looked like someone had painted thick, bright rainbow stripes onto the dock itself. Octavia found it kind of weird, but, considering this place? It was so much better than many other random occurrences.
And maybe it contributed to her decision to sit out on the deck of her boat for a while, reading.
Or maybe it was just a nice day outside.
[ooc: Open! There has been a little bit of a hubbub about painting rainbows in my town this past week, so here we are.]

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Well, it was hard to miss.
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"What?" she called back.
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She might get there? But let's face it, she'd come back in the middle of July last year, and any knowledge from further back was a little fuzzy.
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She vaguely remembered that being a thing, now.
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It was kind of right by her boat, after all.
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So probably not what she would have gone for, herself, no.
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They'd met, right? Because that would explain the slightly dry tone from her.
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"I'll accept that," she decided. "Especially since it's there already."
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Between his own class and Sidon’s, he was still pretty damp and salty, and looking quite pleased with being so.
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"Quiet," Lucifer said. "I woke up about an hour ago." He looked chipper about it, too. "How was your class?"
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presumablymaking a couple cops walk the plank.”no subject
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