The Deck of the Cape Rouge, Thursday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been having a lot of thoughts since her visit to Engelsøy the other week. About her past, sure, as always. About the present, likewise.

But the future, too. Her own, that of her loved ones, that of the planet.

A lot of that last thing, actually.

And all of those thoughts were beginning to trend towards action. Like there was a restlessness in her bones, reminding her there was still time, there were resources, there were fights to join and pursuits to engage in.

(Maybe even ways to make amends for everything she'd done wrong in her own time.)

She'd been quietly compiling things in two notebooks. In one, she was trying to collect every last bit of information she could remember about how the first Praimfaya had come about, whether it was something she'd been taught on the Ark, something she'd heard on the Ground, or something she'd read down in the bunker. Anything and everything, no matter how small.

In the other, she was putting all of her research into... well, the jumble things that were running the planet into the ground right now. Who the big players in fighting it were, and what the big things they were doing were.

Probably no surprise that Octavia had been sleeping progressively worse over the last week or so. Just the cost of throwing herself at something that called to her, for the first time in years. Still, right now on Thursday morning, after a too-early breakfast, she was working on something much more practical, easy, and very, very local: the little garden of planter boxes she'd handwavily established on the deck of the Rouge at the beginning of summer.

Putting her hands in some soil was doing a lot to center her.

[ooc: Open, ofc!]

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rarely did breakfast with her; their sleep schedules were too different. Still, after his much later meal, he strolled out onto the deck.

"Morning," he said, fond, soft and inquisitive, and he picked a spot to sit from which he could watch her work.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke had every intention of going into the diner to work today.

Duke was absolutely not going to make it all the way to the diner to work today.

He made it as far as the deck before having to sit down. He tried to make it look purposeful and lazy instead of like he felt like he might explode if he kept trying to walk around. It probably didn't work.

He managed to dredge up a smile for Octavia at least, when he noticed she was also up on deck. "Ha yun, gona. How're the plants doing?"