The Cape Rouge, Wednesday Morning

[okteiviakom]

As Octavia was waking up this particular morning, something seemed... off. Nothing glaringly obvious, at least not straight away, but just something niggling at the back of her mind, drawing her towards wakefulness until her eyes finally opened.

She squinted up at the skylight, as if that was going to give her answers.

[ooc: For thos other two in bed, and likely SP.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"On the floor in the galley," Lucifer said.

He took a swig of the whiskey and then collapsed back on the bed. "Though I think your shirt might've wound up on one of the lamps."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia finally slid off the bed.

"I don't see any of mine."

She was definitely looking for the wrong kind of thing.

[betterthanaplan]

Her question drowned out Duke’s muttered “what’s a galley?” Which was probably for the best.

He pointed to what looked like a pool of black leggings. “These look like your style.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Anything that's black or leather and not an expensive and well-made suit is yours," Lucifer offered.

He was not looking forward to spending the next 48 hours or so alone.

[okteiviakom]

"... Black or leather?"

She liked dark colors a lot of the time, sure, but that sounded excessive.

[betterthanaplan]

“Yeah, normal-you has kind of a hardcore vibe. It’s . . . aggressive.”

And deeply hot, yes.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hot," Lucifer supplied. "He means hot."

[okteiviakom]

"Out of everything you've said so far," Octavia noted, a little dryly, as she fished the leggings off the floor, "that one makes the most sense."

Not the reason, but the hot of it.

[betterthanaplan]

"Yeah yeah," Duke said. "We're all very pretty. Anyone else feeling vaguely seasick?"

He wasn't, actually. He just felt like he should be, since he'd been so heavily Warned Against the Ocean all his life and all.

[my_own_advocate]

"I've been living here for two years," Lucifer helpfully pointed out to him. "So no."

[okteiviakom]

"And I don't get seasick," Octavia added, looking around for a shirt.

Hers? Maybe it didn't matter. A bra would be nice.

[betterthanaplan]

"You're both extremely unhelpful," Duke said. "And I don't know why I'm surprised." He sighed and headed for the door. "I'm going to look for pants . . . elsewhere. And hope bizarro-Fandom still at least has my apartment and diner."

[my_own_advocate]

"Right," Lucifer sighed, bringing his whiskey back up to his mouth. "Tell my boyfriend to please call whenever he re-inhabits your body, will you?"

[okteiviakom]

"You don't have an apartment."

Neither did you, Octavia. But look, the discomfort and unsettled...ness of this whole thing was starting to get to her.

She grabbed a shirt at random. It was going to be way too big on her.

[betterthanaplan]

"That's ridiculous," Duke said. "Next you're going to tell me I don't have a diner, either."

[my_own_advocate]

It was going to have a better thread count than anything she'd ever worn, too.

"You do," Lucifer said, "Your staff is just going to be very confused when you don't show up with the catch of the day for the special."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, exactly," Octavia said, now swimming in a very fancy shirt, yes.

[betterthanaplan]

"Yeah, whatever," Duke called over his shoulder as he headed through the door. "Oh thank god."

Apparently a 'galley' was an open plan living room/kitchen. On a boat.

[my_own_advocate]

"He's found the galley," Lucifer, still very naked under the covers, helpfully pointed out.

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, I could tell."

The drawl wasn't as deep as it could have been (would have been, most other days), but it was most certainly there.

She straightened up.

"Okay, I'm leaving now, because this is weird."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "Well, same goes to you as I said to him," he said. "I love the woman whose body you're currently piloting very much, so do make sure she finds her way back to me in one piece as soon as possible, hm?"

He hated being on his own like this.

[okteiviakom]

Well, Octavia, for one, was going to hate having left him alone once she came back to her senses.

But that Octavia wasn't here yet, so... "Right."

She'd been here a few times. (Left in the morning like this, a few times.) She knew the way out.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer knew what alone was like. He'd been alone for a very long time. He could survive it.

And yet, after two years living on this boat, all these kinds of days left him able to do was exactly what he was doing: pulling the blankets over his head and rolling over.

Maybe he'd be lucky and he'd get a fitful 48 hour nap and wake up to a full bed. A Devil could hope.