The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening
Feb. 4th, 2026 04:21 pmOctavia was not at the axe range, this week. She was behind the bar.
But the axes were spread out in front of her on the bar. She suspected they hadn't necessarily seen a whole lot of maintenance over the years, and, well, she had the time and some of the skill. And no, she would not be lobbing them at anyone.
Odds were she was going to be unnecessarily truthful, however. She hadn't had enough conversations in her day just yet to have caught on to what day it was.
[ooc: Annnnnd open.]
But the axes were spread out in front of her on the bar. She suspected they hadn't necessarily seen a whole lot of maintenance over the years, and, well, she had the time and some of the skill. And no, she would not be lobbing them at anyone.
Odds were she was going to be unnecessarily truthful, however. She hadn't had enough conversations in her day just yet to have caught on to what day it was.
[ooc: Annnnnd open.]