okteiviakom: ([neu] two seconds from crying)
Octavia was asleep. Octavia had been asleep a lot, this week, largely unaware of the chaos around town since her own (visceral) taste of it - or how that had progressed. She continued to be unaware even now, a little while after people had gathered in town to solve it.

Only, now --

Octavia was no longer asleep.

She woke up with a start, eyes flying wide open.

[ooc: For the two, and SP.]
okteiviakom: ([spec] flexible af)
As far as Octavia was concerned, it was a perfectly normal day. She'd woken up, had breakfast, and had just now rolled out her mat on a nice spot on the deck and was getting started on a little bit of yoga to get the day going.

Or, at least she had been: there was a rustling that seemed to be coming closer along the docks, catching her attention.

She squinted towards the approaching form. "What the... ?"

[ooc: For those two guys who aren't going to like this.]

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