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fandomtownies2020-01-05 06:36 am
outofherdepths) wrote in fandomtownies2020-01-05 06:36 am
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Streets of Fandom, Sunday Afternoon
Lucy stood on the deck of the Cape Rouge, staring out towards the island. Duke hadn't come home yesterday. And while that happened sometimes, he usually came home by the next day. The one time he had been gone for days and days, he'd brought her onto the Island She Wasn't Supposed To Go To and put her in a different room, where there was all the food she could eat if she asked for it.
But now he wasn't here and she was hungry and that was bad, but she was worried, too. And that was worse. Because hungry, she could just eat a few of the little bird things that hopped around the boat. She'd done that before - though she vastly preferred her food cooked now. But worry, that was different. Much as she might wish it otherwise, there wasn't enough food to fill the hole in the pit of her stomach where worry lived.
She knew she wasn't supposed to go to the island. They took her away before and if they did that again, she wasn't sure if Duke and Octavia would find her again. But at the same time...if Duke was missing, shouldn't she go look for him? Find him? Bring him home and maybe make noodles for him.
Yes. That's what friends would do. And if she could fight off sharks, she could go onto the island.
In disguise, of course. Which involved an oversized hoodie, a pair of pajama pants, and mismatched flipflops.
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But now he wasn't here and she was hungry and that was bad, but she was worried, too. And that was worse. Because hungry, she could just eat a few of the little bird things that hopped around the boat. She'd done that before - though she vastly preferred her food cooked now. But worry, that was different. Much as she might wish it otherwise, there wasn't enough food to fill the hole in the pit of her stomach where worry lived.
She knew she wasn't supposed to go to the island. They took her away before and if they did that again, she wasn't sure if Duke and Octavia would find her again. But at the same time...if Duke was missing, shouldn't she go look for him? Find him? Bring him home and maybe make noodles for him.
Yes. That's what friends would do. And if she could fight off sharks, she could go onto the island.
In disguise, of course. Which involved an oversized hoodie, a pair of pajama pants, and mismatched flipflops.
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"Okay," said Rosa, who was going around doing the oh-so-thrilling duty of seeing just how deep this whole 'missing persons' thing went, "so you're still here."
Which felt particularly ironic, considering the only reason Rosa even knew she'd come back was from hearsay and a while ago.
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Good save!
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"No?" asked Rosa, quirking a brow. "You're not here? You're just a figment of my imagination? Should I add you to the missing person's list, then?
"Don't worry," she added, dropping most of the sarcastic undertone, "you're fine. No one's going to 'deport' you for just walking down the steet."
No matter what Jolly Roger seemed to think.
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Because she was.
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glared atnoticed Crocker at the welcome picnic, which would place his possible disappearance at a little later in the day, while she was positive Blackstone's was earlier.But those were just fleeting thoughts, at the moment.
"I'm sorry," she said, "eat the babies?"
Yeah, that kind of stuck out a little, especially with regards to the disappearance of a person she wouldn't exactly be heartbroken about if he'd stayed disappeared.
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No good hunter ate the babies of a species unless they were starving. That was how you ended up with no food later on.
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Including the takeaway peppermint mocha in her hand as she walked down a street, now. Except, looking up ahead, she spotted a familiar form that she was really not used to seeing away from the Rouge.
"... Lucy?"
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Look, she'd never really snuck around on dry land before, okay? And most of where she'd learned sneaking from was cartoons.
"Tavi?" Larceny whispered, spinning around. "Oh good! You're here! You can help me find Duke!"
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(It was, of course, completely lost on her that she'd also just now called Larceny by a nickname, purely because that's what they seemed to now always call her.)
She only got all of two seconds to wonder about that, anyway, before the entire thought was out the window. "Find Duke?" she repeated, quickly. "What do you mean?"
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And while Duke sometimes spent the night elsewhere, or vast swathes of the daylight hours, he'd never been gone for the whole day without a word.
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But even as she asked, there was already a constricting sort of dread forming somewhere in her chest. People who were supposed to be there weren't there, that was what Liam had said.
And she knew Duke wouldn't just leave Larceny fending for herself like that.
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A beat.
"With a phone."
Look, Octavia was doing her best at guessing what she might or might not know.
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She had a phone, technically, but mostly she used it to play the candy game.
Even though it never actually gave her candy.
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Come on, jaka. Just pick up and make the dread stop rising towards her throat.
But it didn't even go to his voicemail, just an automated recording telling her that the number she'd called couldn't be reached. "Something's up," she said, dropping the phone from her ear. "But whatever it is, we're gonna find him."
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The expression on her face was shifting from openly concerned into a stonier look of determination.
So anything that intended to stand in her way... probably shouldn't.
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And speaking of the immediate situation, had Liam slept at all last night? No, no he had not. He'd spent some time assuring the mice that he'd find Verity, and then he'd gone out to patrol the island and see if he could find something, anything about what was going on.
"Hey," he said, because that disguise didn't actually do all that much to disguise who it was. "You okay?"
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But by this point, she honestly didn't care if they tried to kick her off the island again. She would just refuse until Duke was found and then jump into the water and swim back to the Cape Rouge. "No, I need to find Duke," she said, turning to look at Liam. "He is gone."
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“He never came back to the boat last night?” he asked with a frown.
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But he didn't do any of those things yesterday!
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“Someone else I know is missing too,” he told her. “We’ll figure this out.”
They had to.
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Okay, so that was probably a lie, at least in Duke's case, but it wasn't like she had a real clear idea of what counted as 'bad' anyway.
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"I know it's not really what you're worried about right now, but I didn't actually mean to send you away, either. For the record." He told her.
Well. Maybe she was a little worried about it, given the 'disguise'.
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