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Haven, Maine, Monday (Fandom time)
Feb. 22nd, 2021 10:34 amAfter months of trying to get her on the phone, it was a little weird to be dodging Claire's calls. Duke couldn't explain it even to himself, but in the few days he'd been back, he'd gotten into the habit of sending her to voicemail, where she left him increasingly annoyed messages about looking after his mental health — or at least explaining what this 'time-locked' business was.
Every time his phone rang, his heart jumped hoping it was Octavia or Lucifer. Not that either of them tended to call rather than text first, but still. Maybe that was it. Maybe he was mad at Claire for not being them. Mad at her for being time-locked and then for not being the people he really wanted to talk to. Sure, that sounded totally rational and healthy. Definitely not a sign that she was right, and he needed therapy to keep from going completely downhill into outright craziness. . . .
Instead of calling her back, he flew to Baltimore.
As he'd expected when he made the decision the morning he told Audrey about the Hunter, he'd swung wildly back and forth between determination to grit his teeth and stick it out in Haven until Fandom let him back in, and a need to fling himself bodily against the barriers of the multiverse and demand to get back. His attempts to find the causeway to the island had all been unsuccessful, as had trying to reach Portalocity and request transport. The Portalocity app wouldn't even load on his phone anymore.
He wasn't getting back to Fandom until the multiverse was good and ready to let him.
( Things just got worse from there )
[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome. Adapted from Haven episode 3x03, "The Farmer". Warning: The trouble du jour is deeply fucked up. There's body horror, organ theft, manipulation, murder. . . .]
Every time his phone rang, his heart jumped hoping it was Octavia or Lucifer. Not that either of them tended to call rather than text first, but still. Maybe that was it. Maybe he was mad at Claire for not being them. Mad at her for being time-locked and then for not being the people he really wanted to talk to. Sure, that sounded totally rational and healthy. Definitely not a sign that she was right, and he needed therapy to keep from going completely downhill into outright craziness. . . .
Instead of calling her back, he flew to Baltimore.
As he'd expected when he made the decision the morning he told Audrey about the Hunter, he'd swung wildly back and forth between determination to grit his teeth and stick it out in Haven until Fandom let him back in, and a need to fling himself bodily against the barriers of the multiverse and demand to get back. His attempts to find the causeway to the island had all been unsuccessful, as had trying to reach Portalocity and request transport. The Portalocity app wouldn't even load on his phone anymore.
He wasn't getting back to Fandom until the multiverse was good and ready to let him.
( Things just got worse from there )
[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome. Adapted from Haven episode 3x03, "The Farmer". Warning: The trouble du jour is deeply fucked up. There's body horror, organ theft, manipulation, murder. . . .]