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okteiviakom) wrote2024-05-09 11:53 am
okteiviakom) wrote2024-05-09 11:53 am
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An Island Somewhere Off the Coast, Thursday
Wednesday had made it two weeks that Octavia, Duke and Lucifer had been out at sea on the OceaNyx. Things on Fandom had gone back to normal, according to Eric's texts on Tuesday, but they were still out here.
Octavia was pretty sure everyone agreed that their second week had been much worse than the first. What she wasn't sure about was whether the others were finding being on the boat to have gotten as suffocating now as she was. The only times she felt like she could really breathe was when they docked at one of the random islands.
Like at this one, right now.
She was sitting at what could charitably be referred to as a tiny stretch of beach, her shoes off, just her toes in the water. It was a grounding, sensory thing.
There had been such little room for screaming in the past week.
[ooc: NFB due to distance, open to the guys and for texts/calls.]
Octavia was pretty sure everyone agreed that their second week had been much worse than the first. What she wasn't sure about was whether the others were finding being on the boat to have gotten as suffocating now as she was. The only times she felt like she could really breathe was when they docked at one of the random islands.
Like at this one, right now.
She was sitting at what could charitably be referred to as a tiny stretch of beach, her shoes off, just her toes in the water. It was a grounding, sensory thing.
There had been such little room for screaming in the past week.
[ooc: NFB due to distance, open to the guys and for texts/calls.]