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okteiviakom) wrote2022-05-08 08:05 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2022-05-08 08:05 pm
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The Marina on Cat Island, Sunday Evening
It had been another day of helping out around the marina, for Octavia. General maintenance and the odd little bit of something more like renovation. It was starting to feel a little less like a compulsion and a little more like something she was... choosing to do. Less a desperate search for distraction and more a genuine desire to make things better.
It was probably still at least a little bit the distraction thing still, though. She'd had her doctor's appointment postponed, and so she was still avoiding swimming, but at least she could still spend most of her time around water, if not all the way in it.
Like right now, sitting on the edge of an empty slip not too far from the Fin and Tonic. Letting her legs dangle over the edge, her feet just barely touching the water. It was a little like being back in port in Fandom.
Only she kind of missed the porgs.
[ooc: NFB, open for all the usual.]
It was probably still at least a little bit the distraction thing still, though. She'd had her doctor's appointment postponed, and so she was still avoiding swimming, but at least she could still spend most of her time around water, if not all the way in it.
Like right now, sitting on the edge of an empty slip not too far from the Fin and Tonic. Letting her legs dangle over the edge, her feet just barely touching the water. It was a little like being back in port in Fandom.
Only she kind of missed the porgs.
[ooc: NFB, open for all the usual.]