Octavia Blake (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
okteiviakom) wrote2022-04-15 01:59 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2022-04-15 01:59 pm
Entry tags:
The Samsara, the Port of Fandom, Friday Afternoon
Octavia had finally made it to therapy again, after... however many weeks it had been, now. Haven had a habit of messing with her perception of time. (And so did trauma.) And the session had been, well.
A lot.
(And not very productive.)
It had been followed up by a long-overdue consultation with a specialist qualified to look into 22nd century birth control implants and the functioning thereof, which Dr. Baker had finally managed to make happen after many delays and efforts to reschedule.
And finally, Octavia had gotten her arm checked out. It had been a lot of hospital stuff for one day, but at least she was free of the sling now, even though the arm was definitely still healing, and she was still banned from swimming.
Which may have explained why, upon her return onto Fandom, Octavia had ended up on her own boat. Just working on the usual, routine maintenance she'd been neglecting - first because she'd been in Haven, then because she'd been dealing with all that had resulted from Haven. It wasn't swimming, but it had some of that same meditative quality to it.
With the added bonus of porgs puttering around her on the deck as she worked.
[ooc: Opennn.]
A lot.
(And not very productive.)
It had been followed up by a long-overdue consultation with a specialist qualified to look into 22nd century birth control implants and the functioning thereof, which Dr. Baker had finally managed to make happen after many delays and efforts to reschedule.
And finally, Octavia had gotten her arm checked out. It had been a lot of hospital stuff for one day, but at least she was free of the sling now, even though the arm was definitely still healing, and she was still banned from swimming.
Which may have explained why, upon her return onto Fandom, Octavia had ended up on her own boat. Just working on the usual, routine maintenance she'd been neglecting - first because she'd been in Haven, then because she'd been dealing with all that had resulted from Haven. It wasn't swimming, but it had some of that same meditative quality to it.
With the added bonus of porgs puttering around her on the deck as she worked.
[ooc: Opennn.]