The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Saturday
Mar. 13th, 2021 03:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
betterthanaplanDuke woke up to find a strange gray crystal stuck to the skin of his stomach, like an excessively large bellybutton ring. No amount of tugging could pull it out, which meant it was absolutely some kind of unnecessary Fandom thing.
It was making him extremely nervous.
He could head out to sea, but that was where he’d disappeared from last time, and also, what if the boat sank? He could try heading to the mainland, but that’d involve going through town, where sometimes there were killer clowns or brainwashing reindeer. And anyway, Baltimore had things like cults. And also his mother.
Nope, the only thing for it was to stay right where he was and hope for the best. And prepare for the worst. By triple-checking the locations of all his weaponry. And maybe barricading the doors.
Shit. Did it smell like gas in here? His sense of smell wasn’t great, how could he tell if there was a gas leak? Sure, okay, his stove didn’t even run on gas, but still.
The porgs. Miners used birds to be able to tell when there was bad air. We’re the porgs acting strangely? He nudged Polly with his toe. Polly didn’t move from his admittedly comfy looking spot on the counter. Duke nudged him harder until Polly grunted and shifted. Duke let out a shaky breath.
“Okay, good. You’re not dead.”
. . . For now. . . .
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It was making him extremely nervous.
He could head out to sea, but that was where he’d disappeared from last time, and also, what if the boat sank? He could try heading to the mainland, but that’d involve going through town, where sometimes there were killer clowns or brainwashing reindeer. And anyway, Baltimore had things like cults. And also his mother.
Nope, the only thing for it was to stay right where he was and hope for the best. And prepare for the worst. By triple-checking the locations of all his weaponry. And maybe barricading the doors.
Shit. Did it smell like gas in here? His sense of smell wasn’t great, how could he tell if there was a gas leak? Sure, okay, his stove didn’t even run on gas, but still.
The porgs. Miners used birds to be able to tell when there was bad air. We’re the porgs acting strangely? He nudged Polly with his toe. Polly didn’t move from his admittedly comfy looking spot on the counter. Duke nudged him harder until Polly grunted and shifted. Duke let out a shaky breath.
“Okay, good. You’re not dead.”
. . . For now. . . .
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