The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Tuesday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Raccoontavia (again, thanks for that, Lucifer) had been perfectly happy to sleep curled up near the edge of the bed - at least after it had become very clear that any and all attempts to roam around the bed and over the bigger creatures that slept in it would end in getting swatted away by the one that smelled weird.

She'd been very close to the edge tonight, though.

Too close, in fact.

At least for poor human Octavia who, in quick succession, found herself back in her usual body and then falling over the edge of the bed with a thump and a "Goddammit".

[ooc: For the two!]

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[betterthanaplan]

Duke could sleep through a lot. But that? That woke him up.

“Tavi?”

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh now what!"

The fact that was the first thing to fall out of Lucifer's mouth as he jerked awake said everything about his mood this week.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was just going to stay on the floor for now, and pretend her hip didn't hurt because at least it was the right shape now.

Also she dragged her hand down over her face. "How long was it this time?"

She sounded very Over It.

[betterthanaplan]

"Long weekend," Duke said. He was pretty over it, too, but mostly just glad she was back. (His birthday didn't have to be ruined! Dammit, when had he started caring about birthdays??) "You missed saying hi to Dwight."

[my_own_advocate]

...sorry for making you care about birthdays, Duke.

"Not much to miss," Lucifer muttered, sitting up. "Besides the haircut of a lost surfer picked out of a fisherman's net."

[okteiviakom]

"... What?"

Octavia had been human for about a minute. It'd take a little longer for her to remember who the hell Dwight was.

[betterthanaplan]

Well, one of the things that Duke had been obsessively worrying about the last few days was fixed now. So he only had the other thing to obsessively worry about!

"Dwight," Duke said. "Big guy, cromagnon jaw, from Haven. He lives here now." He looked around. "Well, not here, not on the boat. Or in the port. In town. Going to run some kind of cleaning company. I'm hoping for a french maid uniform."

He was not. He'd just felt the need to add a joke.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm never going to be able to unpicture that," Lucifer said, pulling a scandalized face. "Why?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hadn't even really heard the joke.

"What."

Yeah, now she remembered. And she was also sitting up, finally. Sharply.

[betterthanaplan]

"He says he's from a different Haven," Duke said, not apologizing -- or acknowledging -- Lucifer's protest. "The hair's a point in his favor, but uh. Who knows."

Look, he'd been keeping this paranoia in for days now.

[my_own_advocate]

"The hair's a point in his--"

Lucifer turned his head and stared at Duke. "What is wrong with you?!"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia stared for different reasons.

She was trying to wrap her head around Haven trying to seep in here.

[betterthanaplan]

"My Dwight --" Duke stopped himself and rephrased. "The Dwight in my Haven cut his hair. So unless a trouble made it grow again, he's not as likely to be a spy."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer stared for a few beats more, just because he could. "I really doubt a man that size is capable of the nimble maneuvers required to be a spy."

Right. He needed a drink.

[okteiviakom]

"Why is he here?"

Okay, that came out kind of forceful. Demanding.

Octavia couldn't make herself regret it, either.

[betterthanaplan]

"He 'needed a change'," Duke said. "Apparently got some letter about inheriting a store here."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's just Fandom or the universe or perhaps Dad come to torture us again," Lucifer said, swiping the whiskey off the-- damn it, it was on the floor. He leaned over to grab it.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia scowled harder.

It was wrong to want to go back to being a raccoon, right?

[betterthanaplan]

Duke would object vociferously.

"It's probably fine. He can do his thing and we won't have to worry." He reached out a hand for her. "He doesn't have the tattoo on his arm. He's not going to kill me."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sat back up, bottle in hand. "We can always hope the island coughs up something particularly heinous while we're away next week and sends him fleeing back for the trauma-infested hills he came from," he suggested helpfully.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's only memory of Dwight was getting stalked by the guy in Haven and then finding out he was one of the Guard. A haircut and the lack of a tattoo weren't going to settle her down any.

Her expression was still looking pretty hard when she finally pushed herself off the floor and onto her feet.

(Sorry about not taking the hand, Duke.)

[betterthanaplan]

. . . Dammit, he'd ruined this, hadn't he. He should have just settled for being happy she was back to normal.

"Hey," he tried, hand still out. "Hey, c'mere. He's not here right now, we can chill."

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't think she's going to be chill any time soon," Lucifer said, taking a healthy swig from the bottle. "We can go threaten him later, Octavia, I've already started."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia kept on looking tense.

But at least she got one knee on the bed, and slowly reached out to take Duke's hand as the second followed.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke tugged her in gently, intent on pulling her into his arms.

"I was really worried you'd be gone longer."

Or get lost or stuck or hurt. . . .