Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

[built_fjord_tough]

Okay, good. Wednesday had rolled around, and that meant Fjord could go back to work and throw himself into geting done whatever needed to be done. Hit things with hammers. Work off some of that excess frustration that reached all the way the hell back to two Wednesdays ago. He was reasonably certain he had the whole 'throwing star' situation handled, had possibly even made too many somewhere in there. The supply closet had a door again. The shelving seemed to be in order...

He was going to start a new sword today, to be worked on in between actual projects handed to him by Amaya. That was what he was going to do. And with any luck, the amount of hammering he was going to do today would mean he'd be able to come to work less frustrated with life in general next week.

... It really wouldn't, but wasn't wishful thinking great?

[OOC: Open!]

Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

You know what? Sparkle's weekend hadn't actually been awful. He hadn't been Sparkle, and kinda wrinkled his nose at how well-meaning-but-kinda-dim he'd been.

But, like, the flipside was that he'd had like nine pets and they all had superpowers, one of them was a dragon and the other he was pretty sure was some kind of god, so, like, that balanced out nicely, okay?

And he'd kept those pets in the little round white and red balls that had been raining from the sky back when he'd found Velcro, and that kind of left him feeling nostalgic for his old cat. He hoped Hanna was taking good care of him. Velcro was the best cat. He still wanted a cat, dammit. It got lonely around the apartment when Atton was away, and Milady was a great fish, but... was a fish.

... Where could he get a Pikachu of his very own?

Anyway, Pick Your Poison is open, and Sparkle is behind the counter, looking thoughtful and not getting much of anything actually done today.

[OOC: Open!]

Devil's Nest - Wednesday

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack walked in the door of Devil's nest to the tune of swelling.. well, that was music certainly. It sounded like some sort of movie score. Tiny held up his hands in response to the baleful glare she turned on him. "I didn't do it!" he protested. Jack stomped over to the sound system to turn it off.

It couldn't be turned off. It wasn't coming from the sound system. Jack scowled at the ceiling before holding her hand up imperiously for the keys Tiny threw her. The store room wasn't any quieter. This was some bullshit right here. She did the stock anyway and stuck the note in the register.

Fixing herself a very large drink, Jack leaned back against the back wall and amused herself noting the music changes as patrons came in. Some received grandiose music, some received silly music as from a cartoon, some received sad music. There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it that she could see.

[Devil's Nest is Open! Happy National Music Score Day!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[2_old_for_this]

Apparently, now that everybody on the island had been someone else for a few days, the flowers wanted to try it. Which mostly meant that all the labels on the pots were wrong. Peter tried to fix them, but got swatted with a leaf for his trouble, so he left them to it.

If anybody wanted something specific, they'd have to trust him they were getting what they asked for. It wasn't the worst that could happen.

Covent Garden was open!