The Cape Rouge, Tuesday... Noon?

[okteiviakom]

Right, to recap: Octavia's weekend had been replaced by one very long day. On Sunday, she and Duke had landed back in Fandom, and she'd failed to sleep much during the night, leading to her then passing out for most of the day, instead. And then she'd gone out to the Nest, gotten drunk, come back to the boat, and failed to fall asleep properly again until it had already been close to Tuesday morning.

And now that she had finally woken up again, she had no concept of what time it was, anymore.

But she knew her head hurt, and she felt nauseous and a little jittery. All of which felt like... oddly grounding things, after the past couple of days. Maybe it was the way her body finally felt fully as awful as the rest of her already had.

Anyway, she was keeping a close proximity to walls as she made her way out of the bedroom, finally, and towards the galley. Just in case she needed the support.

[ooc: Open!]

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was already there. He was worried, and perhaps a bit... careful, now, after her reaction to him over the weekend. (It hurt, more than a little.)

But she had come home clearly drunk last night, and she wasn't used to drinking.

So he was in the galley, juggling pans in a meatless fry-up. There was water, and there was juice, and there was a hangover cure.

So help him, he would be prepared.

[okteiviakom]

The scent hit Octavia on the way. Maybe it had even already wafter into the bedroom and she just hadn't noticed over everything else? But she noticed it now.

She didn't really have the capacity to hesitate before coming into the galley right now, either. Just... padded in, still in her shorts and her giant t-shirt, because changing wasn't going to happen before she felt at least a few degrees more alive.

[my_own_advocate]

"Food or drink?" Lucifer asked, without looking away from his pans.

[okteiviakom]

A pause.

"Painkiller?"

It was the softest and smallest Octavia had sounded since they'd come back.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh, Octavia.

"Of course," Lucifer said, fumbling around. He'd had those ready, too, but-- stupidly-- had assumed she'd already taken one.

He snagged a glass of water and a pill, and strode towards her. "Here you are."

[okteiviakom]

That would've made sense, but... Octavia's capacity to think wasn't doing so hot right now. If it had been, maybe she would've been a little more hesitant about accepting help from him.

As it was, she held out her hands for them, just a little bit.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer handed both of them to her readily, searching her face for further hints as to how she was feeling.

"Come, take those, sit down," he said. "I'll make sure the blinds are down."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia almost nodded, but felt right at the last second like that would actually be a bad idea. No sudden head movements.

Instead, she downed the pill with a big gulp of water.

She looked miserable and worn down. But at least she looked so in a softer, more approachable way than she had for the past day and a half?

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded, mainly to himself, and then turned and walked towards the booths to do as he'd said - take the blinds down, to block out more of the sunlight.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke himself had mostly been dealing so far by sleeping. Or working on routine boat maintenance. Or swimming.

He was coming back from the latter just now, having woken up rattled after a quiet nightmare early that morning. Nothing he could remember the details of, just -- something that left him feeling unwell.

Or, uh. That might be the building pressure of troubles making him feel that way. Not that he had any clue what to do about that, except just kind of -- deal with it and keeping going.

"Water's nice," he announced to no one in particular. "Cold. But nice."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, it is April," Lucifer said, eyes on his stove.

He cracked an egg into a pan.

[betterthanaplan]

"In the south."

Excuse you, Duke, this was technically the Mid-Atlantic.

He swallowed back against a flip of his stomach at the smell of the food (though he probably did need to eat something) and went to pour himself some -- water. Instead.

Booze wouldn't help how he was feeling right now, he reminded himself. Not that he knew of anything else that would.

(The cold water had. Or, well, it'd distracted him from what was rapidly turning into pain in his guts, at least.)

[my_own_advocate]

"This isn't the south," Lucifer said, with a touch of LA-ite offense in his voice. "Do you want eggs?"

He glanced towards Duke. "There's juice, as well."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke . . . did not want eggs, no.

"Toast?" That would probably be okay. It was part of the whole BRAT diet theory, right?

(Even on that single syllable, his voice was still thin and dry as paper. It might turn out to be a permanent change, if he kept feeling this awful all the time.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer leaned over for the toaster and lifted two neatly toasted squares out of it. "Of course," he said, rummaging around for a plate while the egg cooked.

Plate, toast, and a square of butter were thrust out towards Duke a moment later.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke huffed a soft laugh. "Thanks, babe." He took the plate and leaned in to kiss Lucifer on the cheek.

[my_own_advocate]

Well. At least Duke didn't hate him after the past weekend. That was somewhat of a relief.

"Hangover, as well?" he asked.

[betterthanaplan]

"What?" Duke blinked at him as he went to sit down. "Oh. No."

He'd need to explain sooner or later, he knew. But -- he'd rather nibble some toast first.

[okteiviakom]

... Right, they'd talked about buying her a wetsuit, too. Felt like it had been months ago.

Octavia was still feeling a little woozy. She still trailed towards him, a little. "Good."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke flicked her a faintly strained smile. Strained by how he was feeling, not by anything she had done.

Not that he was about to mention feeling like shit unless or until they asked him directly.

(At least he wasn't coughing up blood.)

"How was your night?"

Had the drinking helped?

[okteiviakom]

"I don't remember," Octavia murmured. It was true for some details, at least? Maybe not for everything. "Hurts now, though."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke hummed and nodded. Sipped his glass of water.

(See? He definitely shouldn't start drinking again now.)

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wouldn't recommend it.

(It had felt good in the moment. But the price seemed high and the effects were... short-lived, at best.)

She nodded back, just watching him. Movement stalled, for now.

[betterthanaplan]

He wasn't doing anything interesting. Just drinking his water.

The paleness could be explained by the cold water that still dripped a little from his hair?

[okteiviakom]

It could. And right now Octavia wasn't managing to worry about it, but... Maybe later she'd make some unfortunate connections.

She just watched.

Maybe in a second she'd realize it was awkward or weird or something.