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okteiviakom) wrote2023-12-25 04:01 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2023-12-25 04:01 pm
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Down in the Hold of the Cape Rouge, Monday Morning
While Octavia may have been stubborn about not calling her personal version of this holiday Christmas, it didn't mean it wasn't still something of an important one for her. Which in turn meant that, once again, she'd agonized over getting gifts for both of her partners. And not just any gifts, but as close to perfect as she could.
... Okay, so maybe she'd finally learned to strive for a compromise and slight closer to 'good enough' than 'perfect', this year. She had something that felt pretty safe for Lucifer, and something that would at least be useful for Duke.
But she woke up second-guessing the latter, this morning. Was it enough? Good enough, specific enough, meaningful enough? She didn't know. Couldn't decide. Maybe she needed to add something on to it, maybe not a thing but an action, a gesture?
Maybe cleaning up a mess?
Maybe making some stuff in the hold a little neater. Sorting through the boxes of stuff from the apartment that had been abandoned down there, and cleaning up forgotten debris from various freakouts of the past.
It made sense in her head, so down she went.
It started out okay. Picking things up and putting them where they belonged was easy. Getting some stuff out to maybe mop the floor with later was fine. But then actually stepping up to the big cardboard boxes that Magnus had hauled out of MCA #9 and across town to the ship? That was a little more complicated.
Because as soon she had, the first thing that was obvious was that there were a lot of drum kit parts jutting out of the boxes.
And that was a whole other life.
[ooc: Open for those that live here, if they're so inclined, and likely very massive holiday SP.]
... Okay, so maybe she'd finally learned to strive for a compromise and slight closer to 'good enough' than 'perfect', this year. She had something that felt pretty safe for Lucifer, and something that would at least be useful for Duke.
But she woke up second-guessing the latter, this morning. Was it enough? Good enough, specific enough, meaningful enough? She didn't know. Couldn't decide. Maybe she needed to add something on to it, maybe not a thing but an action, a gesture?
Maybe cleaning up a mess?
Maybe making some stuff in the hold a little neater. Sorting through the boxes of stuff from the apartment that had been abandoned down there, and cleaning up forgotten debris from various freakouts of the past.
It made sense in her head, so down she went.
It started out okay. Picking things up and putting them where they belonged was easy. Getting some stuff out to maybe mop the floor with later was fine. But then actually stepping up to the big cardboard boxes that Magnus had hauled out of MCA #9 and across town to the ship? That was a little more complicated.
Because as soon she had, the first thing that was obvious was that there were a lot of drum kit parts jutting out of the boxes.
And that was a whole other life.
[ooc: Open for those that live here, if they're so inclined, and likely very massive holiday SP.]