first one who touches the ground loses

Octavia really felt like doing yoga.

But, Octavia also still had her right arm all bandaged up and in a sling, so... The best she could really do was to stand out on the deck, looking over the water. Just trying to find a center, a balance, something.

It wasn't easy, with the little sleep she'd managed to get over the past two nights.

But at least it was quiet out here. Right this moment, anyway.

[ooc: Open to both boat dwellers and passers-by alike!]

For the first time in a week, Octavia woke up with a clear head.

And began to feel like she was crumbling down almost immediately after, because all this clarity did was allow her to see more clearly what a fucking mess everything had turned into. Duke and Lucifer were back and that should have been a good thing, a happy thing, and all she wanted to do was run.

Maybe she should just take the Samsara around the island for the weekend. Or at least to the lighthouse, get a little distance between herself and the ticking clock that was however horribly the next meaningful conversation with Duke was going to go. At least there she'd be --

There was noise coming from the dock outside the boat.

[ooc: Primarily for SP with myself, but also open! With the same SP warning until my evening.]