My unicorn got run over by a tractor

Claire showed up at the docks again the morning after the Justice trouble. She gave Duke a stern look when he climbed above decks.

"Don't even think about —"

"Hey," Duke greeted, waving her aboard. "You saved me a trip."

Claire blinked. ". . . Not that I'm objecting, but — you're not dodging me."

"Yeah." Duke reached up to tug on his hair, caught himself, and rubbed the back of his neck instead. "Yesterday I dared a physical representation of justice to murder me. Even I know that's not exactly sane."

Claire hurried aboard. Duke led her into the Sanguine Moon's absurdly tiny living area.

( they had a lot to catch up on )

[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome. Includes a brief summary of the events of Havn 3x06, "Real Estate".]

She was still asleep when Duke woke up. He went above-decks to make sure her clothes hadn't blown away or gotten drenched in any random rainstorms over night (or vanished, not that he knew about that particular Fandom quirk), then headed down to the store on the corner to grab some provisions. Coffee, mostly. A copy of the Herald, to see what Vince and Dave had to say about Lester, quickly shifting weather, or his half-drowned houseguest. A copy of a Mandarin paper just because he thought it was hilarious that a tiny little Maine town that was about 97% white had a shop that bothered to order in foreign language papers. And a spare phone, since the agent's wasn't likely to ever function again.

All they had were sparkly pink Motorolas, which Duke was sure Audrey Parker, she of the monochrome clothes and no-nonsense hair, was going to just love.

( He just kept getting into trouble )

[NFB, NFI OOC welcome. Transcribed, adapted, and filled in from ep 1x01, "Welcome to Haven". Eeee, canon!]