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okteiviakom) wrote2023-02-18 12:06 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2023-02-18 12:06 pm
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The Cape Rouge, Saturday Morning
The boat people had returned to the island after midnight, betting on the pollen fading as Friday turned into Saturday. And apparently they'd been right to do so.
But Octavia was waking up to the feeling of something being... off, all the same. It was a weird sensation, niggling at her brain, as if she was laying in bed wrong, somehow. She opened her eyes, groggily.
And then she blinked a couple of times, trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
[ooc: For thems that are here. ETA: And somewhat NSFW.]
But Octavia was waking up to the feeling of something being... off, all the same. It was a weird sensation, niggling at her brain, as if she was laying in bed wrong, somehow. She opened her eyes, groggily.
And then she blinked a couple of times, trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
[ooc: For thems that are here. ETA: And somewhat NSFW.]