[ there's nothing quite like breaking up a fight between two friends (friends is what they all are, right? after all they've been through it seems wrong to think of them any other way) to start off your introduction to a place like this, and honestly all octavia wants to do is get the gross goo out of her hair and try to clean herself up a bit. it's been a long time since she's had the luxury of a hot shower, after all. the problem with winding down from the adrenaline fuelled wake up is the time it gives you to think though, and she certainly isn't immune to freaking out over the situation they're in - even if it takes a little longer to set in.

by the time she's out of her shower and wrapped in a clean towel her hands are already starting to shake, and even though it kills her to fall apart in the presence of others there isn't much she can do to stop it. she just got out of space, and now she's back, trapped again, and the realisation hits her like a tonne of bricks. before she has the chance to get out of there the panic sets in, and octavia has to find somewhere to sit before the feeling threatens to overwhelm her completely. she finds a spot to take a seat and promptly drags her head down between her knees, slow deep breaths accompanying the movement as she desperately tries to get a handle on things. don't worry, it'll pass. ]

[ back to aggressively pretending like everything is alright, octavia makes for far better company by the time she finds the lockers containing her things. the familiar sight of her own clothes, even that stupid wrist band has her feeling a little better, and by the time she's decked out in a lot less towel and a lot more of her regular gear (octavia pls think of the children stop getting changed in public) you would be perfectly within your right to think she was taking this in her stride.

maybe later might bring more rough times, but for now she's just interested in that ominous looking message: ]

So what's wrong with floors eleven and up, then?

[ want to get to her pre-showers/post fight break up and find out why that blue goo is all muddy and bloody too? want to have a mid shower chat? bump into her creeping around the halls? your wish is my command, go for gold. replies can come in prose or brackets as you prefer, i'll follow your lead. ]