betterthanaplan | Haven, Maine, over the weekend

The last time Octavia had been to Haven, she'd gotten arrested and Gloria had had to go yell at the Chief of police.

The last time Duke had been to Haven, he'd gotten arrested and Gloria had had to go yell at the Chief of police.

They could both be forgiven for being a little nervous pulling into the harbor now, even without the "let's go meet our mutual therapist in person" part of the deal.

[for one! NFB due to distance]

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From:

okteiviakom

"I was sixteen."

Octavia looked off to the side, although aside from that, nothing about her demeanor changed. It was mild, like it had been.

"Don't know if Duke told you, but I was born on a space station. The Ark, where having more than one kid was illegal. And I had a big brother." Have. Had. Both worked in this context. And otherwise, too. "At sixteen, I was discovered. My mom was floated into space, my brother was demoted from a guard to a janitor, and I was thrown in prison."

From:

seaoftroubles

"First, it doesn't matter what Duke did or didn't tell me. It matters what -- and how -- you tell me. Second. . . ." Claire bounced her pen in the air for a moment. "Second, that's absolutely batshit nuts and I can't even imagine having to deal with all that at just sixteen."

From:

okteiviakom

Octavia shrugged one shoulder. She had more distance between herself and that particular trauma, by now. Mostly thanks to all the more recent things, but still. "Multiverse doesn't care what you can or can't handle."

General 'you', obviously.

From:

seaoftroubles

"Maybe not," Claire said with a shrug of her own. "But that doesn't mean people can't sympathize. So . . . you lost your family and got arrested. But you came to Fandom from a forest. How'd you get there from space-prison?"

From:

okteiviakom

"About a year later, the Ark was failing, and they needed to check if the Earth was survivable yet."

Octavia's tone was so mild and flat that someone might've mistaken it for bored.

"And since the Ark executed all its adult criminals, all they had as far as expendable people went were the juvenile delinquents. So they packed a hundred of us in a dropship, and sent us down to the Ground."

From:

seaoftroubles

"What the fuck?" Claire said.

Sorry, were psychiatrists supposed to be detached and neutral? Claire had never been good at that.

"That is deeply screwed up, I'm sorry. You need so much therapy."

From:

okteiviakom

Octavia's eyes flicked back to her, finally. "If that's enough for you to make that call..." she rasped, trailing off.

The implication was that there would be much worse stuff coming up later. Yes.

From:

seaoftroubles

"Oh, I'm sure you have plenty more trauma," Claire said. "But yes, that much alone would be plenty for me to make that call."

From:

okteiviakom

"Well, you're the expert."

From:

seaoftroubles

"I am, yes." The corners of her mouth flicked up in a small smile. "So . . . this is going a bit better this time, isn't it."

From:

okteiviakom

"A little bit," Octavia drawled.

It was going a lot better. She hadn't fallen into a lengthy, stony silence even once!

From:

seaoftroubles

"That's good. Why do you think that is?"

From:

okteiviakom

"Because I can see you," Octavia replied, easily. If still mild. "And that no one else is here." Tiny shrug. "Sure, the whole place could still be bugged, but I'm not that paranoid."

She would generally claim she wasn't at all paranoid, actually, but a recent conversation with Lucifer had left her kind of questioning that.

From:

seaoftroubles

Claire nodded. "We'll get into your paranoia later," she said. "For now . . . what do you think we can do to help with that issue when you're back in Fandom? I can't imagine you want to travel all the way up here once a week just to talk to me. And I'm definitely not traveling down to meet you all the time."

From:

okteiviakom

Octavia shrugged again, this time a little more obviously. "Is this still too far back in the timeline for video calls to be a thing?"

Her relationship with tech was wonky, even without getting into her knowing when anything became widespread.

"Seems like an obvious solution."

From:

seaoftroubles

"That's what I was thinking," Claire agreed. "You won't be too worried about someone out of view of the camera?"

From:

okteiviakom

Octavia gave her a dry look. "Like I said," she rasped, "I'm not that paranoid."

Actually having met her now probably helped, too.

From:

seaoftroubles

"I barely know you," Claire pointed out. "I'm still trying to gauge that for myself. Video calls it is. At least then I can read your microexpressions when you go silent on me."

From:

okteiviakom

"Microexpressions?" Octavia repeated, with the slightest raise of her eyebrows. "Don't think I have those."

She definitely did, though.

From:

seaoftroubles

". . . Is that a joke? Because it's hard to tell."

From:

okteiviakom

There was a tiny uptick of one corner of Octavia's lips.

"Better get used to it."

Didn't really reach her eyes, though.

From:

seaoftroubles

Claire pointed at her with her pen. "Microexpression."

From:

okteiviakom

Octavia shrugged.

"I'd call it just an expression."

From:

seaoftroubles

Claire shrugged. "Alright. It's still something I'll be able to read easier on a video call than over the phone."

From:

okteiviakom

"Careful," Octavia rasped dryly, after a brief moment of quiet and a small, slow tilt of her head, "or I'll feel you're putting me under a microscope."

Letting anyone poke around her thoughts was bad enough.