The deck of the Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Saturday morning

[betterthanaplan]

Octavia was a raccoon.

Duke sat on his deck, cradling a cup of coffee in his hands and staring out at the water.

Octavia was a raccoon.

Again!

It wasn't really a disaster? He kept reminding himself of that. She was perfectly safe and healthy, se was just . . . a raccoon. There was absolutely no need for the flood of adrenaline currently washing through his system. Or for all his varying urges to try to fix something. Rewire his nav system again, maybe. Work on the plumbing. Octavia was just going to be a raccoon until she wasn't again, and there was noting to be done about it.

He hated not being able to do anything about things.

[open, should anyone want to visit the moody smuggler!]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Once again, I wonder if she does it on purpose," Lucifer said irritably, stomping onto the deck.

[betterthanaplan]

"What, things were too normal so she had to shake things up?"

[my_own_advocate]

"It does sound like her, doesn't it?"

Much like this sounded like Lucifer using this as an excuse not to think about crying on Octavia after sex the other day.

Well. To anyone who had been there.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke was just kind of giving Lucifer a Look for that.

"Well, at least this way you don't have to worry about us being 'too okay' for you anymore."

That was rude and unnecessarily confrontational, Duke.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, don't make this about you," Lucifer said dismissively, walking to the edge of the boat. "How long will it be this time, do you think? Weeks? Months?"

[betterthanaplan]

“How the fuck should I know?”

Just long enough to ruin their plans for Duke’s birthday, he was sure.

[my_own_advocate]

"I bet it'll be at least a month," Lucifer muttered. "Just long enough for us to get used to it."

[betterthanaplan]

“This all that fire guy’s fault,” Duke decided. “I bet he had a secret raccoons going trouble or something.”

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snapped his fingers, turned around, and pointed at Duke. "It is," he said, "Rather irresponsible to just let people go down a magic fire pole, isn't it?"

[alwaysonguard]

It had been a long trip and Dwight was exhausted…. So much so that he was feeling fidgety and couldn’t sit still. He hated when he felt like this. Some fresh air and a walk would be good after being cooped in the truck for so long. And he needed to learn the lay of the land as well… being his first day on the island and all that…

As he walked Dwight took in all the sights and sounds… and smells of his potential new home. There was a certain familiarity to the smell, and just as he reached the port, he realized what it was. It was the ocean. It smelled just like it did in Haven.

Dwight paused for a moment as voices carried over to where he was. One of them sounded very familiar… No way… it couldn’t be…. Following the voices Dwight found himself staring at a familiar looking boat sitting the harbor.

Before he realized what had happened, he was standing on the ramp leading to the boat staring at a face he didn’t think he would ever see again.

“Duke? Duke Crocker? Is that actually you, you old sea dog?”

[betterthanaplan]

Duke looked up, eyebrows in the vicinity of his hairline.

"Sasquatch," he greeted, nonplussed. "You're . . . here. In Fandom." He tilted his head. "With long hair."

[alwaysonguard]

"And how exactly should my hair be?' Dwight mused outloud, his expression matching the confusion in his voice.

[betterthanaplan]

". . . No way in particular," Duke said. He was starting to realize what was going on here. And it was very strange. "So, uh. What brings you to town?"

Swear to god, if Dwight said anything about needing a trouble killed. . . . Well, he'd get a raccoon and a devil sicced on him. And potentially a cop. And maybe they'd invite Jessica along just for fun.

[alwaysonguard]

"Got a letter supposedly from some long lost family member... never heard of them. but they mentioned a shop that somehow belonged in the family. So figured, why not. Could use the change of scenery after..."Dwight's voice tailed off as his eyes grew sad for a brief moment before he continued. "Well, it's time for a change. So now and here is as good as any."

[betterthanaplan]

“Uh huh. Uh huh.” Duke nodded. “Cool. Right. And um. Humor me here: what year is it back in Haven right now?”

Because if Dwight was looking for a change after meteors destroyed everything and everyone, Duke was going to go to sea and never return. Or . . . do something equally dramatic and nonsensical.

[alwaysonguard]

"Ummmm... like late 2009. Why? You are acting really weird... and that's saying something for a Crocker." Dwight said, and he cast a questioning look towards Duke.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke relaxed and offered Dwight a broad (fairly shit-eating) grin. “Oh, buddy. I’m about to blow your mind. Coffee?”

[alwaysonguard]

"As long as you explain what the heck is going on... including THAT" Dwight said motioning towards the racoon still scampering around the deck.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh, sure, Lucifer went down into the galley for a hot minute and suddenly some random showed up on the Rouge.

"Absolutely not!" he called, stomping back upstairs. "No more surprises! We have had too many!" He reached for his wallet. "Take a fifty and go get a haircut that doesn't scream year-long depressive episode!"

... sorry, Dwight. He had had a month year several millennia life day.

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight turned and looked at the man who had just emerged from below deck.

"And you are?" He asked, ignoring the bill that was being waved in his face.

[my_own_advocate]

"Lucifer Morningstar. I live here. Why are you here?"

And why was he forcing Lucifer to look at that hair?

[alwaysonguard]

"You... live here? Here on the Cape Rouge. With Duke?"

Things were definitely much weirder than he was anticipating... what WAS up with this place?

"As for me, I'm here because I am a... " Dwight thought for a movement. 'friend' was a bit of a stretch with Crocker... "I am an acquaintance of Duke's"

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I'm sleeping with your acquaintance," Lucifer said irritably, "And his girlfriend. Who just turned into a raccoon yesterday, so hopefully you can understand I don't have the time for--"

He waved at Dwight.

"--Whatever this is."

... he was going to figure out the 'oh, he's from Haven' thing in a minute when he was done ranting.

Probably.

[alwaysonguard]

Any coherent words that he could have said died on his tongue as those words seemed to echo loudly across the deck.

Really, was he all THAT srurprised...it WAS Duke after all... but... yeah that revelation was doing a number on Dwight's already stained and tired mind.

Shaking his head slightly he leveled his eyes at Lucifer.

"This... Mr. Lucifer was it?" Dwight said with an annoying tone tinging his voice slightly. "I'm Dwight.. I know Duke from Haven... Im sure he has spoken of Haven to you if you are as close as you say."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had been about to ask Dwight why he hadn't left yet in the half a second since he'd last spoken.

And then he had to go mention Haven.

"Oh God," he said, significance of his word choice entirely lost here, and immediately reached into his pocket for his flask to take a big gulp of whiskey.