My unicorn got run over by a tractor

After some negotiations — and promises to radio regularly — Duke had his plan worked out. He’d booked a water portal large enough for the OceaNyx to sail through and get him about halfway to the Bahamas, from where he would sail solo to meet Lucifer and Octavia in a couple days at the port Lucifer had bought him years ago.

Duke was excited. Possibly more so than he’d been about anything in as much as a year. He was hitting the water, taking some time for himself, and would be spending the holidays with his partners somewhere warm and happy. The boat was loaded with the necessary provisions and he was ready to set sail.

“See you two beachside!”

[establishy/for the partners and slow play, depending on player moods!]