Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord... wasn't entirely certain yet if it was safe to go back to the Forge. He hadn't worked last week, partly because of Amaya's warning the Friday before and partly because he'd gone and taken off on a whim (and a lungful of seawater) last week Tuesday, himself.

So he was... just sort of lingering uncertainly in the doorway for a while before daring to venture in. He couldn't help but feel that this was exactly the sort of situation where it would be useful to have someone around who knew how to check for traps...

He made it about as far as a few blades that had become faintly tarnished with use, and decided that right there was good enough until Amaya was awake, so he settled in to clean and sharpen them.

Paranoid? Maybe. But nobody who even had an inkling about how Amaya's mind worked would blame him for even a second. Had you seen her weed whacker?

[OOC: Open!]

Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

Well, Valentine's was over.

Thank god.

And so Sparkle was coming in to work to halfheartedly inspect the wreckage of the shelves in the wake of the holiday.

... Yup. Those were shelves. Yup. They were pretty bare. Cool. Cool cool.

He'd get around to placing an order in a bit. Maybe after coffee. The last thing he needed today was coffee. Maybe after tea. Ugh. He wasn't awake enough for tea. Probably coffee, then...

He'd probably make it to about noon before closing up early and just bailing. His mind was still all over the place. Stupid mind. Stupid employment. He could just go home and clean the apartment some more. That would be great. Or maybe find his way to, like, the animal shelter and roll around in kitties, if the vet there would let him.

Hey, now there was an idea.

After coffee. But he was too damn wired for coffee.

[OOC: Open! Work SP is gonna be worky but at least the Care Bear mines are no longer trying to kill me outright.]

Caritas; Wednesday [02/27].

[not_a_bird]

There was another poster board behind the bar again this Wednesday, but it wasn't one of Sweet Dee's signs for the Open Mic night. Oh, no. This was a sign for an even more promising opportunity, if in fact Tino (and possibly anyone else coming into the bar that evening) was interested in a little something called unparalleled success.

"So if you sign up for the Invigaron system today," she was explaining to her fellow bartender, "and take the first steps toward acheiving financial freedom. Invigaron!" With a winning smile, she gestured to the board. "A business opportunity as rare as the albani berries themselves."

And Tino had...so, so many questions. Like why Sweet Dee was apparently a berry salesman now? ("No, I'm a distributor, Tino, for a revolutionary new product that changes lives.") And what were those? ("Oh, hose are my new wrenches. I got those free for sitting through a 20-minute presentation.") So...it was a scam! ("No! No. Nonononono. It's not a scam at all. I also had reservations from the beginning, but these superberries? Grow ih the Andes mountains, okay? Alpacas can survive entire winters on this shit.")

But after fending off Tino's very excited questions about how these berries might give him superpowers to survive winters, Sweet Dee pulled out a machine and set it on the bar. "Now, come over here, Tino," she said, guiding him over and handing him two sensors hooked up to the device, "and hold onto these. Now, this machine is gonna measure the level of toxins in your body caused by stress. Okay, let's see..." She peered over at the little dial on the machine. "120, 140, 150...Oh, shit, Tino. 157? That's not good. Your units of stress! Are...very, very high...in your stress units, but don't even worry! Invigaron can help you. These berries are chock-full of antioxidants and phytonutrients."

Which was a huge relief, to say the least! So Tino was sold, Tino was in, so if Sweet Dee could just get for him one of those brochures over there on the other side of the bar? Sweet Dee was more than happy to get one for him...just as he was more than happy to point out the severe drop in his stress units the moment she was good and far, far away from him.

"...goddammit, Tino."

Caritas is open!

[[ and shamelessly stolen from S09E04 of IASIP, "Mac and Dennis Buy a Timeshare" ]]

Devil's Nest: Wednesday Evening

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack rocked on into Devil's Nest on Wednesday with an armful of stuff. She chucked Tiny a bag of Súkkulaðirúsínur, which was Icelandic for 'chocolate coated raisins' and she'd bought it simply by looking for the candy that had the most little ticky things over letters and this one had bonus weird 'd'. Secondary bonus: it wasn't salty-ass black licorice.

Eric's habitual chair had a new addition: a compilation disc of Icelandic death and black metal artists. Jack had no idea what any of the songs were about because the insert was also written with a bunch of ticky things over the letters. Listening to her own copy had made her laugh until tears started because she was preeeettty sure her universal translator was picking out words without the context behind them. Unless there really was a song about a sad duck marching to and fro and she hadn't ruled that out.

The DJ was stopped the moment he walked through the door and handed another disc. "You'll be playing all those songs tonight. I don't care what you play in between but I better hear every last one of these at some point," Jack informed him. The DJ looked from the name on the disc to Jack, "Who's this Riley Blue person? Never heard of her." "DJ from Iceland," Jack answered, "She's sick. You'll see. Just play the shit." The DJ looked doubtful but took the disc back to his booth.

Tiny tossed her the keys, pad of paper and pen. She caught all three and went off to do inventory. There.. was no need to do inventory. Jack squinted at the bottles. "What the fuck?" she asked when she came back out, "Did everybody leave the island for Spring break?" Tiny just shrugged at her.

[Devil's Nest is Open!]
[OOC: Why yes I did steal the DJ from Sense8, my other character's canon, for this. Shhhh.]

Turtle & Canary, Wednesday

[wiredweird]

Break was over, and so Jughead was back to work.

And at work, his main concern of the day was how he could not get the Squishy machine to display the names of its flavors in English. (Except Red. Because, Red.) He wasn't sure what language they were currently in - or what the last three attempts at changing them had actually yielded, either - and he was really starting to get fed up with the whole endeavor.

The flavors were always the randomest crap anyway, so did it matter whether anyone actually knew what they were getting today before they tried one?

Today's Squishy Flavors
Laskiaispulla
Näkkileipä
Red

[ooc: Open, no OCD]