Deck of the Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Sunday afternoon

[betterthanaplan]

So after yesterday's picnic, Duke had seriously considered raising anchor and just getting the hell back out of Fandom while the going was still good. Unfortunately, he still needed supplies and at least a little more socialization before he was ready to hit the seas again, and an island so small it didn't even show up on any maps was the best damn hiding spot he was going to get from the various and sundry people who either wanted to arrest or kill him.

He was definitely not going to teach a class at the high school though. Certainly not one about piracy. That was just -- people hadn't trusted him around kids when he was a kid. It was clearly nonsense.

Having spent the morning on various repairs and maintenance around his ship, he headed into town for groceries around noon, then set up his small grill on deck to make some lamb shashlik and vegetables. After a couple weeks of living on fish and jerky, kebabs were right up his alley.

[open! Duke's boat's deck is visible and easily accessible from land. Think of it like someone's front patio or driveway, only furnished with crates and random thrifted benches and things.]

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[betterthanaplan]

Duke shrugged. "Depends on the lay of the land. Why, you need something imported?"

[what_the_shock]

"Nah." Miguel shrugged. "If I need anything I can't get here or on the mainland, I usually just find another world that's got it and portal it in."

Sorry, Duke.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke closed his eyes with a wince and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Please tell me that's some weird local slang."

[what_the_shock]

"Er...possibly?" Miguel hooked a thumb over his shoulder. "There's a place called Portalocity, they offer portals to any reality, theoretically. Sometimes it's a crapshoot. Plus my team back home travels a lot of different realities. Between the two, I can usually find a world that has what I need, buy it there, and shove it through a portal to here."

[betterthanaplan]

All of Duke’s skills. All his customs contacts. Totally wasted by inter dimensional portals.

“Buddha give me strength.”

[what_the_shock]

"Problem?" Miguel asked.

[betterthanaplan]

"Nope!" Duke flashed an entirely false grin. "Totally fine. After all, apparently I'm a teacher."

What the fuck was going on on this island?

[what_the_shock]

Miguel snorted. "I managed to stay out of that this semester. What have they roped you into?"

[betterthanaplan]

"That's seriously something they do." Duke said. "Just . . . assign people to teach classes. To teenagers. I could be a -- registered sex offender or something. I'm not! But they don't know that."

[what_the_shock]

"If you were, they probably wouldn't. You're not even the strangest one here right now, though. Wait until you meet Deadpool. My friend actually signed me up for a class without me knowing, the first time. I got to teach 'Mad Science'."

Thank you, Iris.

[betterthanaplan]

". . . I'm sorry, someone here is actually named 'Deadpool'? What, was 'Corpse-Puddle' too pretentious?"

[what_the_shock]

"Don't ask him; he might go for the name change," Miguel said. "Pretty sure he actually is insane."

[betterthanaplan]

"I suppose he'd have to be."

[what_the_shock]

"I just try not to get too close."