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MCA #9, Monday Afternoon
Dec. 30th, 2019 08:33 pmSome days were more quiet than the rest.
But also, some people had their own take on what a 'quiet day' actually entailed. For Octavia, this particular 'quiet day' had meant staying in after her morning patrol - and spending the next few hours with her drum set. But, see, it hadn't been the aggressively loud banging she usually went for. She'd actually taken care, this time, putting more of her focus and effort into the interplay of the different parts of the set and the multitasking inherent in getting her limbs to do different things at the same time, and less on just hitting things as hard as she could.
(What a difference it made when you weren't using an instrument for free therapy, right?)
And by now, she'd just... stopped. She was still sitting there, on her little stool behind the kit, the sticks still held in one of her hands. But she was listening to her stereo as it played some Elliott Smith, and just thinking. She wasn't worrying about anyone's absence (even if she was yet to see Liam back), and she wasn't feeling particularly worried about anything else, either. At most, she just felt vaguely hopeful. Curious, even, about what the near future would bring.
Was this what being calm was like?
What a weird thing, especially after the past couple of months. Octavia had no reason to think it would stick around, but still, it was nice of it to drop by, if only for one quiet day.
[ooc: Open, natch.]
But also, some people had their own take on what a 'quiet day' actually entailed. For Octavia, this particular 'quiet day' had meant staying in after her morning patrol - and spending the next few hours with her drum set. But, see, it hadn't been the aggressively loud banging she usually went for. She'd actually taken care, this time, putting more of her focus and effort into the interplay of the different parts of the set and the multitasking inherent in getting her limbs to do different things at the same time, and less on just hitting things as hard as she could.
(What a difference it made when you weren't using an instrument for free therapy, right?)
And by now, she'd just... stopped. She was still sitting there, on her little stool behind the kit, the sticks still held in one of her hands. But she was listening to her stereo as it played some Elliott Smith, and just thinking. She wasn't worrying about anyone's absence (even if she was yet to see Liam back), and she wasn't feeling particularly worried about anything else, either. At most, she just felt vaguely hopeful. Curious, even, about what the near future would bring.
Was this what being calm was like?
What a weird thing, especially after the past couple of months. Octavia had no reason to think it would stick around, but still, it was nice of it to drop by, if only for one quiet day.
[ooc: Open, natch.]
