Wednesday Morning - Fix & Clean Shop

[alwaysonguard]

 Dwight stood by the small window and looked out into the streets of Fandom as the sun began to rise on the far side of the island. Even after all this time, those years of military training still stuck with him and Dwight usually found he was welcoming the sunrise pretty much every single day, despite his best efforts to sleep in now and then.

As the sky shifted to lighter and brighter shades he topped off his mug of coffee and headed downstairs. There was one major benefit to having an apartment above the shop- if he ever did manage to sleep in for a change, it would never take him long to get the shop ready and open.

It had been an interesting and eye-opening first week on the island and as he opened up shop for another day, he couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the week had in store. Settling in on the seat behind the counter, Dwight started tinkering with an old radio he had found a few days go, determined to get the antique piece working again.

(Fix & Clean is open for business - or for chit chat- :) )

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[designateddadfriend]

There was a weird thing happening on the island. And a very new resident who Travis felt compelled to check on in light of said weird thing.

"Arrrrre you doing okay in here?" he asked as he came in. Wait, why was he talking like a pirate?

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight looked up from his work on the radio and gave Travis a nod.

"Doing good... really good, better than good actually... all good here."

Dwight stopped, a confused look spreading across his face. It was still early morning and all he had had so far was coffee. Why on earth was he rambling away like he did when he was drunk?

[designateddadfriend]

Aaaaand Travis had that chainsaw on hand again. (Along with his helmet, turn out jacket, oxygen mask. . . .) "Yeah. You're affected too, aren't you."

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight was about to ask what Travis meant when he realized he was suddenly dressed in one of his old business suits, something he had not worn since before joining the Rangers.

"Travis, what in the world is going on?" Dwight asked a slight whine in his voice as he looked down at the ill-fitting suite jacket. "I feel like Im back in Haven dealing with a Trouble again."

[designateddadfriend]

"I don't know what that means," Travis said into the headset he usually wore when he was driving a full-sized fire engine, with all its full sized fire engine noise. "But I'm told Fandom just--does this from time to time."

[alwaysonguard]

"Well that's just wonderful. How long does it la...."

Dwight did't get to finish the question. Every coherent thought he had vanished in an instant as he realized he was now standing in his shop shirtless, wearing just his suddenly seemingly tighter jeans with nothing else but his old dog tags on.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" he said, sounding and looking a bit embarrassed in that moment.

[designateddadfriend]

. . . You know what? Travis wasn't going to complain about that one. He was just going to take a moment to, uh. Admire Dwight's physique, there.

[alwaysonguard]

"Ok.... that was.... unexpected."

Dwight cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly, having seen the way Travis was checking him out. To his surprise he felt a strange mix of embarrassed and flattered.

"So... random Fandom thing," he said trying to shift the focus slightly. "Has this sort of thing ever happened before?"

[designateddadfriend]

Travis crouched down to peer up at Dwight from a more extreme angle for some reason.

“Not to me? But I haven’t been here that long.”

[alwaysonguard]

"Well, at least it doesn't seem to be anything too serious... more annoying and odd than anything really," Dwight mused as he suddenly found himself going from half dressed to wearing his full Haven PD uniform.

[designateddadfriend]

Travis was far less impressed by the uniform than the shirtlessness.

"That's one way to look at it."

[alwaysonguard]

"So, other than the oddness today, how are things?" Dwight asked, trying very hard not to freak when he realized he was suddenly wearing his hair back in a terrible man-bun, which he almost never did.

Wonderful impression you are making here Dwight he thought to himself.

[designateddadfriend]

"Oh, you know....Fine." Travis was clearly quite confused by that man-bun, yes. "You?"

[sharp_man]

Hannibal had wanted to see if he could get help with some bookshelves he didn't want to sacrifice to the fire.

But the second he stepped inside, he glowered through his one good eye, looking around.

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight turned around, hearing someone enter the shop and looked up from the radio he had been tinkering with.

"Good day" he said in greeting as he looked at the figure walking into the shop.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal, now a fluffy and grumpy grey cat, looked up at him, unimpressed.

[alwaysonguard]

Oh wonderful.... more Island shenanigans.

Dwight sighed started to kneel down to keep from startling the already very pissed off looking feline.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal still looked unimpressed, but now he looked like...well, his husband. Wrapped from nose to navel in black leather, with a shock of brown hair.

Island shenanigans is right. Didn't matter Dwight hadn't said that out loud; he was a telepath. You're new here. This is mild, if annoying.

[alwaysonguard]

Ok THAT wasn't unnerving at all.... Dwight looked at the phone that was suddenly in his hand and set it down as he eyed the shapeshifting stranger.

"Mild? Oh boy..." he said with a very confused look on his face.

[sharp_man]

Hannibal didn't reply. Because Hannibal was suddenly a large king cobra. He stuck his tongue out to smell his surroundings and wondered if it were worth sticking around, or if he should give up and come back another day.

[alwaysonguard]

Despite the cool guys shades he suddenly found himself wearing, Dwight saw the cobra all too clearly and was ready to jump up onto the counter behind him if necessary.

[sharp_man]

The cobra disappeared, replaced by a man in lovely eighteenth-century clothing, who gave him a small bow. "Well, this is generally mild annoyance, but it seems to be having a field day today. I was hoping to ask how you are with wooden shelving," Hannibal hurried to get out while he could speak.

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight blinked for a moment as his brain tried to convince itself the snake was gone.

"Oh... shelving..." Dwight said finally catching up to the current conversation. "Done my fair share of work with wooden shelving- repairs and construction. What is it you are looking for precisely?"

[sharp_man]

Hannibal fiddled with his pencil and scalpel. He sketched out a rough image of his shelves. "I had a fire a few weeks ago, and these were a bit scorched. I'm wondering if there is a way to fix them or if I'll need to get new ones."

[alwaysonguard]

Damnit the wine bottle was back... wonderful timing

Setting the glass and bottle on the counter Dwight looked at the sketch for a moment.

"Looks like they are pretty solidly built. If the scorches are shallow enough, there might be enough wood there to sand it away layer by later and refinish it. All really depends on how much of it got scorched and how badly. But they could be salvageable."