The deck of the Cape Rouge, Wednesday evening

After the shenanigans -- and more importantly, his conversation with Nina at said shenanigans -- Duke had headed over to Portalocity to try and find out if there'd been any suspicious portal activity on the preserve last week.

He got shut out.

So he tried asking about portals to Octavia's world.

Got shut out there, too.

He'd gotten as far as demanding to speak to the gnome before they physically kicked him out. He'd need to look into finding someone who could talk to trees or whatever, but that would have to wait until at least tomorrow. Because right now, Duke was taking out his frustrations with a bottle of scotch and leaving Octavia a maudlin voicemail.

He'd clean up that broken glass later. Scotch was better straight from the bottle anyway, right?

"Just you and me now, Lagavulin." He slumped down onto his usual bench and put his feet up, watching the sunset while he drank. "Guess that's how it's supposed to be."

Sorry, Larceny. The whole boat was becoming the sad room at this rate.

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