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Haven, Saturday FT
Jul. 1st, 2023 05:10 pmOctavia didn't want to be here. But as always, Haven didn't care about what she wanted, and she was just going to have to deal with that to best of her abilities.
So far, that was proving to be a lot of waiting.
Duke had headed over to the Sanguine Moon for maintenance, and Lucifer had gone off with him. Octavia, meanwhile... had felt like she preferred her own company. More or less - she'd stuck around The Grey Gull, for the moment, restlessly leafing through a copy of the Haven Herald and retaining absolutely nothing that she saw in it, while the phone pressed to her ear kept ringing and ringing and ringing for far too long.
Until, finally:
"Wildcat?"
And Octavia found herself exhaling something relieved, squeezing her eyes shut lest they do something she didn't want them to.
"Yeah," she said, just a little unsteady all the same, "it's me."
-----
It had only been about a week for Gloria, but that didn't make it a short call by any means. Especially not with the way Octavia caught herself trying to hold on to it. Eventually, though, they said their goodbyes, and she was alone again.
And the guys were still working on the boat, and Wade was still getting his shit together. And that was... fine. She still had someone else to talk to, anyway. Someone to go see.
-----
These places continued to weird Octavia out a little. Cemeteries were odd when you were used to funeral pyres. Still, there was something oddly comforting about the idea of it, too: going into the ground (not the way she had, not in a bunker), becoming part of nature again, feeding new life.
(Maybe she shouldn't think too hard on that and the bunker.)
It took a little time, but she found the right headstone. Sat down in front of it, suddenly wishing she'd brought something. She didn't know what, but. Something. A token. A gift.
"Hi, Claire," she said quietly, all the same, one hand picking at the grass without her fully even noticing. "So you're probably gonna wanna hear about Dr. Baker, huh?"
This would take a while, too.
[ooc: NFB due to distance, NFI. Happens in the middle of this.]
So far, that was proving to be a lot of waiting.
Duke had headed over to the Sanguine Moon for maintenance, and Lucifer had gone off with him. Octavia, meanwhile... had felt like she preferred her own company. More or less - she'd stuck around The Grey Gull, for the moment, restlessly leafing through a copy of the Haven Herald and retaining absolutely nothing that she saw in it, while the phone pressed to her ear kept ringing and ringing and ringing for far too long.
Until, finally:
"Wildcat?"
And Octavia found herself exhaling something relieved, squeezing her eyes shut lest they do something she didn't want them to.
"Yeah," she said, just a little unsteady all the same, "it's me."
It had only been about a week for Gloria, but that didn't make it a short call by any means. Especially not with the way Octavia caught herself trying to hold on to it. Eventually, though, they said their goodbyes, and she was alone again.
And the guys were still working on the boat, and Wade was still getting his shit together. And that was... fine. She still had someone else to talk to, anyway. Someone to go see.
These places continued to weird Octavia out a little. Cemeteries were odd when you were used to funeral pyres. Still, there was something oddly comforting about the idea of it, too: going into the ground (not the way she had, not in a bunker), becoming part of nature again, feeding new life.
(Maybe she shouldn't think too hard on that and the bunker.)
It took a little time, but she found the right headstone. Sat down in front of it, suddenly wishing she'd brought something. She didn't know what, but. Something. A token. A gift.
"Hi, Claire," she said quietly, all the same, one hand picking at the grass without her fully even noticing. "So you're probably gonna wanna hear about Dr. Baker, huh?"
This would take a while, too.
[ooc: NFB due to distance, NFI. Happens in the middle of this.]
