Things around the boat were... whatever it was that passed for normal in the wake of several bouts of assorted trauma, meaning a mess of progress and stumbling backwards. Octavia was tired, all the time, and didn't think she was the only one.
And then she got a phonecall, out of the blue. It took her a moment to even pick it up, because unfamiliar numbers never called her. (And the less said about how she'd briefly thought it might be Jennifer, or Gloria, the better.) It took her even longer to parse what it was about once she'd picked it up - and then she finally remembered about the order she'd placed (on Lucifer's credit card, naturally, trusting he never looked at his expenses too closely) weeks ago, before Haven, before all of it.
And that was how she found herself out here at the mansion, opening the door for the delivery people who'd already lugged two packages - one absolutely enormous and one moderately-sized in comparison - all the way from the causeway to the house.
"It's on the second floor," she was saying. "Sorry about all the stairs."
They were already so over all the stairs. Thank goodness she knew about tipping.
[ooc: Can be open, I suppose!]
And then she got a phonecall, out of the blue. It took her a moment to even pick it up, because unfamiliar numbers never called her. (And the less said about how she'd briefly thought it might be Jennifer, or Gloria, the better.) It took her even longer to parse what it was about once she'd picked it up - and then she finally remembered about the order she'd placed (on Lucifer's credit card, naturally, trusting he never looked at his expenses too closely) weeks ago, before Haven, before all of it.
And that was how she found herself out here at the mansion, opening the door for the delivery people who'd already lugged two packages - one absolutely enormous and one moderately-sized in comparison - all the way from the causeway to the house.
"It's on the second floor," she was saying. "Sorry about all the stairs."
They were already so over all the stairs. Thank goodness she knew about tipping.
[ooc: Can be open, I suppose!]