Sunday, Late Morning- The New Fix & Clean Shop

[alwaysonguard]

 

Dwight gave a sigh as he set his duffle bag on the dusty counter and looked around. The empty shop had obviously not been used in quite some time if the layer of dust and cobwebs were any indication. The place definitely needed a little fixing up and some TLC before he could officially open, but that was why he was there early on a Sunday.

His other bags were still in the truck waiting to go upstairs to the small apartment that was located over the shop. He would grab them in a minute, but first he wanted to get a better look at the shop he was going to be running. After all, receiving a letter from some relative you have never heard of saying you inherited a shop on some unknown island is a hell of a way to start up a new business.

Dwight gave a sigh as he started unpacking his first bag. An unusual nervousness was building inside him though as he thought about everything that had changed recently. It was a big move after all, leaving Haven and everyone behind for the first time in his life. And there was also the fact that he had spent most of his first day on the island yesterday on the Cape Rouge drinking with Duke Croker of all people. This truly was an ‘odd’ little town he mused as he thought back to everything Crocker had said yesterday. Though he still was unsure about a lot of things, Dwight was still looking forward to starting his new life on Fandom Island and seeing what lie in store for him.

With that, Dwight opened the door to the new Fix & Clean shop, letting the light and fresh air come in as he started wiping away the dust, cobwebs, and watched as the small town began to come to life.

 

(Open :) )

The beach, Sunday afternoon

[betterthanaplan]

So. Dwight was in town. Not Duke's Dwight -- probably -- but a Dwight. One who was just getting started with the full thrust of the troubles, and didn't know about Duke's connection to them.

One who had never been hurled 30 feet off the edge of a boat after slamming a metal trunk into Duke's head. Or seen how much Duke hated his trouble and offered to help him track down the truth about the Colorado Kid and the Hunter for Audrey.

Again, probably. Somewhere in Duke's Haven was a notebook full of all of Claire's notes, including everything Duke had told her in confidence before she was murdered (and he still didn't know just when that had even happened). Dwight could just be pretending to be from another Haven to get Duke's guard down. Duke wouldn't put that past Vince; the guy was a sneaky fucker under that doofy old man mask.

It'd make sense in a Haven kind of way if Dwight was here to fuck Duke over. But it made just as much sense in Fandom kind of way if Dwight were just kind of here, and fucking with Duke's head was just a fun bonus. Duke's paranoia was on a roller coaster trying to decide which was more likely. Whether he could trust anything Dwight had said.

And to top all that off, Octavia was still a raccoon. It all came together into a perfect "make Duke stare moodily at the sea" cocktail.

So he was. Staring moodily. At the sea. Bare feet positioned just where the water could wash over them, pants rolled high enough not to get wet in the small waves.

Maybe a swim would help.

[moody Duke is moody but the post is definitely open!]

Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

[long_memory]

Silver had a nice semi-vacation out in space, although some might argue he didn't do much in the first place therefore didn't need a break from anything. Whatever, he had fun even if his hair was still recovering from the humidity of Ajan Kloss.

There wasn't all that much to do at work today, which wasn't surprising, but he busied himself with going through their olive supply and tossing any bottles that were expired. Last thing he needed was someone getting food poisoning from a martini.