My unicorn got run over by a tractor

"Double red-eyes . . . Straight, no chasers," Duke announced, holding up the coffees he'd picked up for Audrey and Nathan when he and his partners had hit up the shop on their way over. "And we wrote down everything we did yesterday, like you asked."

Audrey accepted the coffee Duke offered her, and the piece of notebook paper along with it. "Thank you." She gave him a smile that went wan when she looked at Octavia and Lucifer. "All of you."

( And so begins what will hopefully the worst Sunday of Duke's entire life. And not just the worst Sunday of his life SO FAR. )

[Following this. Adapted from episode 4x07, "Lay Me Down", with the fantastic my_own_advocate and okteiviakom. Warning for NPC character death. NFB, NFI, OOC welcome]

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!]

The Rev's people reacted to his death about as well as Duke had expected them to. And the troubled in town reacted in kind. Audrey's prediction about a war didn't seem too far off. Oh sure, it was Haven, so everyone still acted all polite and normal on the surface, but Duke saw people clustering together and eyeing each other from across the Gull. He heard the accusations that got tossed around when the wrong runners bumped into each other, training for Haven's charity 10K.

Naturally, the weather decided to get involved, too, as the temperatures climbed to something that would be hot even by Maryland standards, much less Maine.

Duke avoided it all, choosing to spend his time at home on his boat, sorting through the things Evi had left there. She'd apparently taken to stashing them all over the place, like if she left enough things lying around, she'd trick him into thinking they were still happily married. He was on the phone as he sorted through a box he'd found stashed in one of his smuggling holes, talking to Evi's mother. Making sure she knew what happened — the official story, anyway. Dwight had apparently decided to 'clean up' the whole shot-by-a-sniper deal. Duke wanted felt someone had to mourn for Evi. Someone who wasn't constantly conflicted and blaming themselves for getting her killed.

( That wasn't quite what he was getting, though. )

[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome. Adapted from ep 2x11, "Business As Usual". WE'RE GETTING INTO THE FINAL STRETCH OF SEASON TWO!]

Jonas fucking Lester had stolen one of Duke's guns. One of his legally registered guns, all because Duke had refused to ferry an escaped felon to Canada. And then the dick had had the gall to die mysteriously, probably with Duke's damn gun on him, which meant that Duke was stuck in town until he was sure no one had used his goddamn gun to murder the fucker.

He called the theft into HPD first thing, managing to luck out and get an officer who miraculously didn't hate him while he was at it. That meant a nice little paper trail of deniability once the cops who did hate him figured out the gun Lester had was registered to Duke. Then he set out into town, figuring he might as well use the extra time to look more into his trouble, and what his dad had or hadn't done with it before he died.

( Oddly enough, no one really wanted to talk to Duke about whether or not his dad was a trouble vigilante. )

[NFB, NFI, OOC is welcome! open to one, OOC is still welcome! Events based on Haven ep 1x01. ENTER AUDREY!]