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The Cape Rouge, Sunday Evening

It had been a restful few weeks in Chile, but all things had to come to an end - at least for now. And so, blissfully unaware of any children running around, Lucifer, Octavia and Duke returned to the island.

Lucifer ambled up along the dock, bearing his luggage-- and then came to a stop, blinking up at the Rouge.

"Did I order a hundred kilos worth of candy?" he said, gesturing to the massive pile on the deck. "Or is the island developing a sweet tooth?"

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"Could be either," said Octavia, helpfully, also looking up towards the boat.

That was... a lot of candy.

"I don't remember doing so," Lucifer said meditatively, "But of course that doesn't prove anything."

"Maybe it rained?" Duke asked, heading towards the deck. "We're right around peak silliness season, aren't we?"

A couple weeks out, actually, but hey.

"Why would it rain only on the ship?"

Sure, Tavi, go and be logical about it. As if Fandom cared about that sort of thing.

"I did have a fair few edibles the other day," Lucifer said, jogging after Duke.

"This is a very stoned kind of order," Duke acknowledged. Then stopped as he stepped onto the deck. He bent down, frowning, and pulled out a plastic water pistol. ". . . Did you buy a bunch of toys too?"

Octavia was lagging behind them a bit (not just to take in the full sight of the ship like it was breathing something into her, but... that, too), but she could still see the definitely not-real pistol.

"Kids on the island," she blurted out. "I mean. That's my guess."

Well, the island had turned her sword into a plastic one at least once.

"... that would make sense, unfortunately," Lucifer allowed.

A face, he pulled.

“Not too late to flee,” Duke said, tone teasing. He tucked the water pistol away again. “Or we could hide in bed for a few days, wait for this to blow over.”

"I could work with that," Octavia said, finally catching up to them.

She leaned down to pick up some of the candy.

"Assuming none of the kids are for us."

"Isn't it the wrong time of year for that?" Lucifer asked, frowning.

"That's usually in the spring," Duke agreed. ". . . This might be, like . . . if we'd come back earlier Tavi and I would be eight."

He had strong memories of being at the top of one of the masts waving a plastic sword.

Octavia also had some very bittersweet childhood memories of freedom on the island. But that wasn't really what she was thinking about right now.

(There were other kinds of blade she found herself thinking back to.)

"Yeah, probably," she muttered, looking at the candy in her hand.

"Suppose we missed that one this year," Lucifer said, turning 'round to look at Octavia. "Can't say I'm terribly sad."

"I appreciate not thinking everyone's trying to recruit me into a cult."

He'd been a weird kid.

He'd been a kid with a very specific background and past.

Octavia shoved the candy in her pocket. "Lucifer's just glad he doesn't have to babysit," she said, instead of saying anything about what she'd been thinking about.

"I will admit that does play a role," Lucifer agreed, fishing some candy off of a crate. "Though I'd like to think I would have survived it."

“Of course you would have,” Duke said. He’d found more toy weapons and was now swinging a foam axe around. “And then teased us about our younger selves for ages.”

"Something like that, anyway," Octavia said, faintly. She gave the pile of candy and toys a little nudge. "What are we going to do about all this?"

"Gather up what we want to keep and eat it for a month?"

“That’s a hell of a sugar high,” Duke said with a snort. He flipped the plastic axe from hand to hand. “Guess we should make sure nothing else has been . . . changed.”

Octavia looked up at him. "What else would?"

"The island's likely turned all of his guns into toys," Lucifer mused, popping another piece of candy into his mouth.

“I don’t like the idea that it messed with my ship,” Duke muttered, setting the axe aside and heading for the hatch leading below-deck.

Octavia glanced up at Lucifer. They should follow, right?

She moved to do just that.

Lucifer gave her an easy shrug, and promptly followed suit. "I'm sure it's fine," he called.

“And I’m double checking,” Duke called back.

He started digging through the galley.

Every one of his hidden weapons was now a toy.

"They'll all be back eventually," Octavia offered, landing in the galley, watching him.

"And it's unlikely you'll have to shoot anyone today," Lucifer added.

“Yeah,” Duke said, not quite absent, not quite angry. “I know.”

But the island had messed with his boat.

Octavia stepped closer, to gently put her hand against his lower back. Something solid.

"I know it doesn't help," she murmured.

Lucifer sighed, watching them both. "At least it's doubtful it's done anything else."

Duke startled slightly at the touch, then flicked her a wan, but grateful smile.

"Yeah," he told Lucifer again. "I know."

He was still going to need to check before he relaxed again, though.

The only thing holding Octavia back from just sliding her arms around him was that she suspected he wasn't done inspecting the Rouge.

So, just the hand it was.

She said nothing.

"Well, do what you need to do, I suppose," Lucifer said, when he realized the silence was... ongoing.

At some point, the fact that Octavia wasn't entirely comfortable away from the island and Duke was increasingly uncomfortable on it was going to become a Thing.

For now, he was just glad that neither of them was making him have to explain.

Lucifer got a wan and grateful smile of his own before Duke started sorting through the cabinets.

". . . I found more candy."

One thing at a time. Capital or non-capital 't' involved.

Octavia leaned past him to grab some of the candy with her free hand. "Well, at least we're not about to run out." As if they were big on candy to begin with, but, you know. She was trying.

"It's a challenge, but I'll do my best," Lucifer said, taking a few steps to join them there. "At least it's the good kind."

Sorry. You were going to be stuck with a sugar-soaked Devil for a while.

It'd be a nice distraction from Duke's own issues, at least?

Duke pulled some out and offered it to him. "I'm just glad it didn't outright replace all the regular food."

Unlike his weapons.

. . . And their booze.

Octavia gave in and just leaned against his back a little. Since it didn't seem like he was about to go skittering off right this second.

(And even if he did, she would just... let go.)

She glanced up at Lucifer.

Lucifer took the candy and popped it into his mouth.

And put an idle hand on her hip.

Duke decided not to point out that the booze had turned into soda. Lucifer was in a pretty good mood right now, no need to destroy it.

He appreciated Octavia pressing against him and slowed down deliberately, telegraphing his moves so she could move with him as he shifted to check the drawers that lined the opposite bulkhead.

His ukulele and books were all intact. It wasn't super likely that a kid could hurt themselves with those, so he supposed that made sense. . . .

Octavia appreciated it. She sort of half-swayed along with his movements, one arm loosely around his waist.

Her other hand sliding on top of Lucifer's on her hip.

Something calm coming over her, at least for the moment.

And Lucifer, in his way, moved with them. Even if it did involve a bit of snacking as they went. "Good so far?"

Snacking was allowed.

"So far, so good," Duke agreed. "You're probably right."

And yet, he checked.

"It doesn't hurt to check," Octavia murmured.

He was going to do it anyway. Might as well be supportive.

"Might as well make sure," Lucifer agreed.

His other hand, now free, sort of... strayed towards Duke's shoulderblades.

Another tiny startle. Another quick smile.

How the heck had he navigated these weird Fandom times before they showed up in his life? (The fact that his brain chemistry had been a bit more stable then had helped. But he hadn't exactly been great at it then.)

"I guess we can hold off on checking the whole ship," he allowed.

"At least if everything we need for tonight is fine?" Octavia offered.

"If the stove seems all right and no one's turned our bed into anything," Lucifer agreed.

His voice had softened some, after that quick smile.

"Stove looks okay to me," Duke said. He let out a soft, amused huff. "Should we check the bed?"

Octavia gave him a little nudge. Or maybe she just leaned more heavily against his back and the movement just happened to be directed bedroomwards? Hard to say, really.

"I'm into it."

That was an attempt at a joke. Ish.

"Let's," Lucifer said, mouth curving. "Let's check thoroughly, in fact."

Duke moved with the pressure from Octavia, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Guess we have a plan.”

"A guideline, at least."

Don't mind Octavia doing a little bit of nuzzling, there. She could do that and walk and keep holding Duke, all at the same time.

Lucifer's hand slid to Duke's hip, because it made more sense there, and it allowed him to crowd up against them both. "A place to be."

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