Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Wednesday [09/12].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya had been planning for and expecting to be pretty productive at the forge today, focusing on beating out Peter's sword not dirty. And it was pretty productive for the most part, until she started to get distracted by the fact that she'd apparently gotten a bit of an audience, in the form of a few little gremlins peeking around the open door and the big open window to watch what she was doing.

Since it seemed like that were just watching (they could clearly saw that she was holding hot steel and a heavy hammer, so she figured they wouldn't make any stupid sudden moves), Amaya ignored them, for the most part, but her brain got to working as she hammered away, picking up on a thread of conversation that had popped up in movie class last night. A thread that started to weave into something bigger until Amaya decided it was time to take a break on the blade and entertain a new idea, at least for a little bit.

Keeping her hammer at her belt, Amaya went to roll out one of her practice dummies toward the center of the shop, nodding to the gremlin. Of course, a dummy alone wouldn't be enough to entice them, so she went upstairs for a moment to grab a jacket that Diaz had left at her place and threw that over the dummy. The gremlins looked...intrigued, but not quite convinced, and Amaya gave a thoughtful hum before she snapped her fingers and went to find a mop. She removed the mophead, rolled it around and covered it in soot and ash from the forge, and then plopped that on the dummy's head.

"Alright, boys, co--"

She barely had time to step back from the gremlins attacked, and she let them try to gnaw at and bite into the dummy for a few moments before chasing them off with a broom. And then took the time to look over where the gremlins chose to bite, how deeply they managed to get in on certain spots, just how wide the bitemarks were, making notes and putting a few ideas together in her head. "Interesting..."

And to the counter to start making some plans, giving the broom a little shake or a pound of the handle on the ground to remind them in case any of the still lingering gremlins started to feel the temptation again.

The Forge is open!

Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

Sparkle came in for his shift at Pick Your Poison to find the shelves empty.

... Empty and pushed off to the sides of the shop, out of the way of what clearly looked like some serious swirly-floral floor painting efforts. Which confused him and delighted him in about equal portions for all of a minute as he looked over the work, before frowning back at the shelves.

"Uh... are we closed today?"

He had no idea. He cracked open the door to try to air out the paint smell and then went to check the back room to make certain they still had stock before sitting his ass behind the counter, looking bemused at best.

...

He had no idea if they were closed today. But the door was open?

[Open? Probably!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[2_old_for_this]

The flowers were still singing today, which Peter didn't mind; it was actually rather pleasant.

It meant, though, that the little kittenwillow was dancing around, and nearly got stepped on several times before Peter, exasperated, put it up in the window. "You don't want to get squashed, you silly thing!"

He had no idea if it could even hear him, let alone listen. Except it seemed to be hearing the music? Or maybe it was just in a good mood. It was a big fuzzy ball of plant - who knew?

Covent Garden was open!


[Open post, no OCD!]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[justice_undone]

The Silence was back. It sat perched on top of a shelf, pointedly avoiding Breq. There seemed to be something wrong with it though, and Breq had to admit to herself that she was a little concerned. The poor thing only managed to lower the volume of all sounds, and the stereo matched it by playing soothing songs. Unless that sort of thing provoked you, you would probably find a visit to Groovy Tunes pleasant today.

[open]

Sabine's warehouse- Wednesday late afternoon

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine had been spending a lot of time in the dorms lately, and had been neglecting the warehouse. It felt kind of good to get back in here, too. Her side of the room was turning out to be more like a timeline of events of sorts, but the warehouse was where the random stuff went up, where she could just play around with things.

She'd gotten a radio that she could put in to test out what the music sounded like here, and had it on at too loud and was working on a section of a wall where she was painting a crude TIE battle with the sprayer, using different colors to represent different sides.

If left unchecked, she already knew this whatever-it-was could get ridiculous.


[Ah, that mix of "I'm posting too much" and "screw it, I'm posting anyway." Open if you're in the area!]

Selkie Cove, Wednesday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had gone exploring.

Usually, she spent a lot of her time out in the preserve, whenever she was feeling restless. But today, the rocky bits had called to her. Maybe it was the promise of physicality, the promise of strain. Or maybe it was just that it was a different way of being in an environment that wasn't as unfamiliar to her as the town was. The storefronts and the rikshaws and everything in between were a constant reminder of how far she was from where she still felt like she was supposed to be.

(And yet she continued to berate Bellamy for how stuck he was on trying to get back, and not caring about anyone or anything here.)

Whatever the reason, it paid off. The rocky bits were the workout she'd so sorely needed, and at the end of thre trek, she was treated to a wonderful view. She'd never seen Selkie Lake from this side before. And the only thing taking anything away from her enjoyment of it was a single thought that came to her out of nowhere:

Lincoln would have loved this.

[ooc: Open post, if you happen to be around Selkie Lake!]