The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening
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Octavia hadn't been at work in... three months? Guess time flew when you were busy being stuck in a whole different universe.
She was also just a little bit late to this particular shift. Guess time also flew when you were busy trying to coerce a city into making better, more substantial plans for a better, more livable future. She'd left the demonstration late, grabbed a quick shower at Lucifer's place, and then hopped a portal to Fandom. And now she was there, at the club, standing behind the bar.
Feeling weird.
Everything felt and seemed the same (hi, Tiny, for one) but she didn't feel the same. Not after - or during? - everything in Los Angeles.
But at least she still knew how to bartend, probably. As much as she ever had, anyway.
[ooc: Open! May be a little slow.]
She was also just a little bit late to this particular shift. Guess time also flew when you were busy trying to coerce a city into making better, more substantial plans for a better, more livable future. She'd left the demonstration late, grabbed a quick shower at Lucifer's place, and then hopped a portal to Fandom. And now she was there, at the club, standing behind the bar.
Feeling weird.
Everything felt and seemed the same (hi, Tiny, for one) but she didn't feel the same. Not after - or during? - everything in Los Angeles.
But at least she still knew how to bartend, probably. As much as she ever had, anyway.
[ooc: Open! May be a little slow.]