MCA #9, Saturday Afternoon

Showers.

Showers were something Octavia thought she could get used to, out of the things she'd so far experienced on this Earth. Even if running water also felt very much like a luxury she shouldn't take for granted or indulge too much in, so she didn't allow herself to stand under the spray forever. She was quickly in and out but still, the short while spent with clean water soaking her hair and washing her clean while the sound of it turned into pleasant white noise in her ears... That short while was something important. It was a relief.

And once she was done, she put the same clothes back on.

Or at least that was what she'd done every day so far. Today, she'd taken one of Bellamy's shirts instead, and a pair of shorts that were too big on her before she fashioned a makeshift belt out of a bit of leather cord she'd had in one of her jacket pockets. And then she'd soaked all her clothes in the sink before hanging them up to dry.

Was that the first step to accepting that she wasn't going home anytime soon? Probably not. It was just that she'd been here for days and her clothes had started to smell. It was just being smart.

And now she was in the kitchen, looking into cupboards. Not that she was even hungry. It was just that being here, everything was new to her. She hadn't been out around the town much, yet. Not during daytime, anyway. When it was light out, she was here. Reading the sides of cereal packets and trying to understand what people saw in the television and its seemingly endless stream of noise. And staying close to Bellamy, like he might disappear if she didn't. Like she was worried two Blakes would be too much for one place and he'd get yanked back home and she'd be the one stuck here alone.

And despite this hermiting, she had not told Bellamy a whole lot about what had been going on with her over the time he'd been gone, yet. Give it time.

[ooc: For the bro, should he so wish.]