okteiviakom | MCA #9, Saturday Afternoon

Octavia was not enjoying herself this week. She was grateful that Shunsui had told her he had to go back home for a while, of course: just having him vanish would've been worse. But not by a lot, because he also hadn't been able to say when he'd be back, and also she had to really focus on thinking it was a 'when' and not an 'if'.

A warrior didn't worry about what she couldn't control, but Octavia wasn't very good at that. So this week had been one of those ones where she put all her energy towards distracting herself. It had meant several trips to the preserve, and a fair bit of time spent in her bedroom, sitting behind her drum kit - which was also where Saturday afternoon found her. Currently, she was working with a song that the music app on her phone had coughed up based on what else she'd been listening to lately. And she was just... playing with it, going back and forth between mimicking the simple beat that was already there, and improvising her own thing. Didn't really matter what she did, whether she nailed anything, whether it sounded any good, because this was all just for her.

And it was good. This was good.

Maybe she'd do this until her shoulders and arms were sore.

[ooc: Open, though you might have to be prepared to knock for a while!]