The Cape Rouge, Saturday Evening

Feb. 7th, 2026 08:07 pm
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - let's talk no i won't button i)
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Many people were having an exciting night out of dates and drinks and potential pratfals. Lucifer and Octavia? Well, they had only barely managed to wrangle their now-otterified partner back into the boat yesterday afternoon. They were tapped for the day.

Well, not so tapped that Lucifer hadn't been able to purchase a ridiculously fancy-looking portable wooden tub. It currently sat in the bedroom, filled with water and one very snuggly-looking otter.

But tapped enough that Octavia and Lucifer themselves were in the room, on the bed, sort of... watching the otter drift.

"I wonder if he's happy like that," Lucifer mused. "Duke seems like the sort who'd be happy like that."

[[ for her and for some method RP for the both of us ]]

The Cape Rouge, Friday morning

Feb. 6th, 2026 10:49 am
betterthanaplan: (bartending)
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Duke had spent most of the week working on the boats, making sure they were weathering the cold well enough, and had managed to miss the drama of Wednesday's truth telling.

He felt a little bad for that, honestly, and now that he'd confirmed that everything was properly shipshape, he set about making himself at least feel a bit better by fussing around in the galley to make breakfast.

Waffles were an obvious choice, but instead this time Duke went with toutons, made in butter rather than pork fat, with molasses and apple butter to go with them. For protein, he soft-boiled some eggs. He had water boiling for coffee, and batter prepared for hot buttered rum if Lucifer decided he'd rather have that this morning.

The result? A steamy, spice-scented galley was waiting for his partners when they decided to join him.

[for the partners]
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Tony had meant to do something nice for Steve after they got back from their class and all the snow involved in it. He'd really meant to. But instead he'd immediately gotten pulled into a project after a phone call from his R&D department back in New York, needing a solution before Pepper got an ulcer from the stress.

Which meant he went straight to the lab to work it out. And then that turned into tinkering with his dozens of other Stark Industries based projects in various states of completion.

And then from there, he was working on a version of the suit. Mark... look, the number wasn't important. The important thing was that he'd forgotten the original plan. Which he'd realize at some point, right?

[for the hubbie]

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