The first impression he had upon breaching the surface of consciousness, even before he opened his eyes, was the scent of the sea in the air. His last words – what he'd thought would be his last words – swam up to the front of his mind.
This... this wasn't the ancestral plane. This didn't smell like Oakland, didn't feel like waking up in his childhood bedroom, he clocked that even before he opened his eyes. Didn't smell like Wakanda, either. Smelled nice, though.
So, what happened? Time to open his eyes and find out.
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Perhaps an unintended side effect of having Octavia as his executive assistant was that Bruce spent a lot more time at Wayne Enterprises than before he'd recruited her. Which wasn't to say he got more Wayne Enterprises business done than before, but this was, quite possibly, the first Valentine's Day where he'd actually come into the office, if only to see what would happen.
He was used to turning heads. He knew most of the women (and some of the men) in the building had a crush on him. But since Octavia had shown up? When heads turned, it was more often her than him that turned them. He was sure her desk would be piled high with gifts from admirers in a way his never was. She was, after all, much more approachable than he was.
What would she do? He could guess... but whether he was right or wrong, he was very curious to find out.
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This... this wasn't the ancestral plane. This didn't smell like Oakland, didn't feel like waking up in his childhood bedroom, he clocked that even before he opened his eyes. Didn't smell like Wakanda, either. Smelled nice, though.
So, what happened? Time to open his eyes and find out.
[ooc: Feel free to swap to brackets if you prefer it to prose!]
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He was used to turning heads. He knew most of the women (and some of the men) in the building had a crush on him. But since Octavia had shown up? When heads turned, it was more often her than him that turned them. He was sure her desk would be piled high with gifts from admirers in a way his never was. She was, after all, much more approachable than he was.
What would she do? He could guess... but whether he was right or wrong, he was very curious to find out.