Don't go where the path may lead you

(Backdated to Jan. 30th)

[Public video]
[He's still in the Pub, looking rather more refreshed after an uninterrupted power nap. He's emptying out coffee filters, shaking his head.]

I'm here to make drinks and serve coffee. And right now, I'm all outta coffee.

Not joking. We emptied out the Pub's coffee supply. On the off chance that someone has a surplus, we could really use some.

[Private to Rocket]
[Duke and Rocket were only paired a few hours ago and already he's got a headache. He can roll with most of the Barge's punches and get past the "talking animal" thing without making Disney jokes, but this is going to be one tough assignment.

Rocket's already proven that with Mason.

At least he and Rocket have mostly gotten along so far, despite his anger over the new pairing. He thinks he can work with this.]

You've got a choice. We can talk with or without oatmeal cookies, because I just made some.

[Video]
Duke Crocker of the Cape Rouge calling Haven P.D. Anyone out there? [He’s got only small hope that anyone will answer, almost certain that Audrey and Nathan won’t. But still, he’d come through the last time the network glitched (before he showed up on the Barge), as had she. Maybe it could happen again with them, or anyone he was familiar with from back home.

He pauses for a long time, mulling over what he’s about to share, and suddenly blurts it out.] Oprah Winfrey.

[Gym Spam, evening]
[After the last of the messages had trickled in, Duke had shaken himself off and tried to calm himself walking Brownie, fixing himself a very heavy chicken salad for supper, and tried to do some yoga poses. None of the activities had provided him any peace, and he eventually decided to just embrace the discomfort and beat the crap out of something.

So here he is, standing in the gym with knuckles bound in tape and taking out his frustrations on a punching bag. He’s more than competent in street-fighting, not exceptional but still practiced and forceful. He doesn’t even remember his first fistfight, although he’s sure he lost it, and that drives him on.]

( Infirmary filter )

( To Iris and Bush )

( To the Admiral )

[Art Room Spam]
[The key to keeping River relaxed, Duke realized early on, is to keep her busy. The ship itself is liable to overwhelm her easily and, knowing she'll likely get upset or into trouble, he's taken the majority of the last few days bringing her around to various out-of-the-way or warden-locked areas.

Today it's the art room, and to begin their "lesson" (which is really more of a vague tutorial) he selects clay as a medium. As River explores the room he puts down heavy cotton mats to sculpt on, cuts thick slabs of red earthy clay, and sets out various tools to create textures. When he's ready River is still busy, distracting herself with drawing supplies, so Duke simply shrugs and begins squeezing the clay into shape, leaving a space empty beside him as he keeps one eye on his curious inmate.]