The Causeway, Monday Night

[doesdoctorstuff]

They'd waited for dark, obviously. Navaan didn't want to explode before she'd even left the island! But the sun had set and now it was time for them to leave. She still wasn't sure exactly how Arthur had convinced her to let him and John come along (well, okay, she did like John), but Beaker made much more sense.

"Hope you said your goodbyes or whatever," she told her companions. "We're leaving on the causeway, don't know when we'll be back again." She paused. "That would make an awesome song."

But diversions into a musical career to add to her doctor/detective/romance novelist/teacher resume aside, it really was time to head out.

She'd be back, Fandom. Probably around the week when everybody got fun again!

[Navaan's last post in Fandom as she heads off into ex-pat land with her boon companions! Anyway, open to anyone who wants to say goodbye to any of the assembled! Beaker, Arthur, and John's presence modded with permission!]

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[two_idiots_one_body]

Was it the fact he'd be bored otherwise and the sex was good?

Okay, it was probably just that John couldn't come without him, but still. Arthur could hope.

Arthur had picked up a sleeping bag and some camping things that could be useful and were probably entirely too practical for Navaan's world. He'd packed that and some clothes and a gun that hopefully he'd be able to get ammunition for.

That and the hangover were all he was bringing with him.

He hummed. "I could write a song to that."

[doesdoctorstuff]

Best of luck with that hope for ammo, Arthur. Oglaf was high fantasy. Well, maybe he could convince some gnomes to rig up...something. Best of luck surviving what they came up with.

...He could also probably just call a portal and bring him back to the mundane world and buy more bullets, but where was the whimsy to that?

"Oh yeeeeah," Navaan said. "You did stuff with music before, right?" And then something had happened and he'd gotten stodgy and boring.

[two_idiots_one_body]

"Yes, I was a composer," Arthur agreed. "And I played piano, but I don't think I could bring one of those with me."

And then his wife had died in childbirth and he'd allowed his daughter to drown and he'd become an alcoholic and then a private investigator, because his world was much less fun than Oglaf.

[doesdoctorstuff]

For real. Like, people died all the time, but only in ways that were funny. None of that sounded fun.

How had you managed to suck the fun out of drinking, Arthur?!

"Maybe you could become a troubadour," she considered. "Or a bard. They have adventures and fuck a lot."

[two_idiots_one_body]

"I'd probably have to learn another instrument." Which wasn't a no, but Arthur would have to see what the options were. "I'm also good at solving mysteries. I have been a private investigator for a while now. Do bards solve mysteries?"

Or was that just a doctor thing?

[doesdoctorstuff]

"Enh, probably!" Navaan said. "I'm not a bard. Maybe you can be a detecting bard."

That was almost probably totally a thing!

[two_idiots_one_body]

I want to learn accordion.

"What? Why accordion?"

I don't know. It seems cool.