The Cape Rouge, Friday Morning

[okteiviakom]

So Octavia had stayed the night over on her own boat, yesterday. She wasn't proud of it, but apparently there was just something about waking up to one of her partners having turned into some sort of a blue horse-like thing that was just too much of a living fever dream for her. Thankfully, she'd had the preserve to run off to, and then her own boat to hang out on, waiting for all that to pass.

And now, this morning, she had gentle amends to make, in the form of fancy takeaway coffees and extravagant pastries from town.

(The big thing of just straight black coffee was for her. Hadn't actually slept all that much.)

"Ha yun," she called, as she was making her way down into the galley of the Rouge. "Everyone human-shaped?"

Please say yes. Everything had seemed normal back in town.

[ooc: For those two, if they are so inclined!]