This wasn't Octavia's wasteland, but it was closer to it than Fandom usually was, and so she had been feeling a very weird sense of belonging, all through this week so far. And then feeling conficted about that feeling, because it wasn't as if she'd missed having to scavenge for survival, but -- in some weird way, maybe she had?
She'd also gone further and further back into looking like a Grounder, this week. All tough, practical leather with her hair braided back along her scalp, away from her face. And of course, armed with both her grim-looking sword as well as the knife she'd bought from Cable a while back.
And, guess this off-island trip was special because she'd gone for the warpaint, too. Black around the eyes, with specific shapes on her forehead and her cheeks.
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Date: 2019-05-30 09:06 pm (UTC)She'd also gone further and further back into looking like a Grounder, this week. All tough, practical leather with her hair braided back along her scalp, away from her face. And of course, armed with both her grim-looking sword as well as the knife she'd bought from Cable a while back.
And, guess this off-island trip was special because she'd gone for the warpaint, too. Black around the eyes, with specific shapes on her forehead and her cheeks.
"Food's an obvious priority. Anything else?"