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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: 2019-12-01 12:39 pm (UTC)"Ha yun, Duke. Jus' wanted to tell you the holiday punch was... good. And red." And very boozy. He could probably tell, right? From the slight slur to her voice. There were faint footsteps in the background: boots on cobblestone, not quite as measured and steady and march-y as they usually were. "And now it's raining --"
Long pause. A little gasp, from tilting her head too far back.
"Hunh. Sugar." Tiny, throaty laugh. "Tastes like sugar? Anyway, you shoulda been there, 't was missin' your floppy hair. I was -- anyway."
Another long pause. This time, her voice returned a little more murmured, and a lot more wistful.
"Komba raun, flapkrasha. Just, don't... don't float away, okay? Okay. Leidon, that's all, bye. Now, how do I --"
Click.