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Right, to recap: Octavia's weekend had been replaced by one very long day.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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[betterthanaplan]

"I mean, we've proven that it's hard for the trouble to keep going if the troubled person is unconscious." Duke shrugged. "Hopefully that'd work on, like, the stitching thing, too."

[my_own_advocate]

"What is the stitching thing?" Lucifer said, frowning.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke shuddered faintly. "People who, uh. I guess told me things I didn't want to hear? They'd get their -- faces. Sewn shut. Like between one blink and the next, their eyes or their mouth or their ears would have these ugly black stitches on them."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled a face. "Well, that seems unnecessarily visceral."

[betterthanaplan]

"Yeah, it's . . . pretty horrifically hardcore."

[my_own_advocate]

"I promise to knock you out if anyone gets... stitched," Lucifer said.

[betterthanaplan]

"Thank you," Duke said. "And I . . . will be doing my best to just. Accept reality as it is."

And so his ability to accept and express natural human emotions began to narrow.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "Now that just sounds depressing."