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Duke Crocker
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- 1: Lucier's condo above Lux, LA, Monday (shhhh, timey wimey)
- 2: Lucifer's (et al) mansion, Wednesday night
- 3: The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, early Monday morning
- 4: The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Saturday afternoon
- 5: Outside the Gentlemen's Closet, Baltimore, Friday evening
- 6: A quiet pier, Cat Island, Bahamas, Tuesday morning
- 7: The deck of the Fin and Tonic, Tuesday afternoon
- 8: The Pier on Cat Island, Tuesday morning
- 9: The OceaNyx, in port and out to sea, Sunday morning
- 10: The galley of the Cape Rouge, Thursday evening
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Date: 2019-09-03 02:48 am (UTC)"No rickshaws for me," Jack quirked half her mouth in a smirk, "Besides, I run faster than those fuckers any day of the week. Helps burn off the calories." She didn't really look like she needed to burn off any calories, whipcord over muscle. Squinted at the sky a second and then stood. Offered him a hand, "Good to meet you, Duke. Welcome to our little slice of insanity. I should head back and check to see if my favorite dumbass is coming home any time this century or if I gotta bounce out there and haul him back by the collar."
Kaidan was notoriously bad at email. Then again, so was she.