Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

[built_fjord_tough]

Monday had been a shitshow and yesterday Fjord had pretty much stayed late after class to run the sim again three more times, so that he could work out a bit of aggression at the point of a sword without having to worry about hurting real, actual people. And then he'd spent another hour just... crushing the shit out of some walnuts in his hand, courtesy of Fenris, who clearly had a mind to save him from doing anything he might regret whenever this vague-yet-insistent frustration wore the hell off.

At least today offered promise of some actual, productive physical activity. Whatever the hell else was going on today, if he could make good use out of the steady, rhythmic swing of a hammer, so help him he was gonna.

... So long as he wasn't set loose on polishing swords or rearranging toolboxes or something. Which he'd do if he was, but at the rate he was going he could see himself needing to take a break just to hit things every so often anyway.

"I need to find my way onto a damn ship," he muttered to himself as he set to work stoking the fire in the forge.

[OOC: Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter was reasonably certain none of the flowers in the shop were responsible for this week, but since he couldn't be sure, he was going in to water and prune as needed, and keeping the door shut with the "Closed" sign still up.

If anybody really needed anything, he'd answer the door, but he was going to try to minimize any potential problems unless that happened.


[Closed door but open post!]

Luke's, Wednesday

[vdistinctive]

It happened every year: the pollen kicked in, and Eliot and his partners failed to get anything done for a week.

But even when they were holed up, taking advantage of the situation, they still needed to eat. And when Eliot phoned in to get some food delivered from the diner, he discovered that his staff had all decided to go . . . take advantage of the situation . . . themselves.

And like an idiot, Eliot decided that he had a duty to his diner, and went in to at least run a lunch shift.

And if he spent most of that lunch shift in the freezer getting ingredients, well. Could anyone blame him?

Today's specials
Protein and carbs
You all need to keep your energy up

Luke's was open. And a little bit frustrated. And OCD free

The Beach, Wednesday Late Afternoon

[atreideslioness]

The thing about being able to transmute the pollen in her system to something harmless, was that Ghanima had to be awake to do it, and consciously focused on it. Which usually meant that she was rather vexed when she woke up, until she could work through the backlog in her bloodstream.

And given that she'd just had a midday nap, well, it meant she had extra energy to burn off.

The sunlight was dancing on the ocean when Ghanima ventured out on to the sand, weapons bag flung over her shoulder. Beautiful. She was still a desert creature, but she could at least appreciate the waves. Setting the bag down, she carefully selected two bladed disks, weighing them carefully in her hands before hurling them into the air where they separated into eleven spinning weapons.

Ghanima slid into the opening stance of the bindu as she watched them spin around her. Unarmed first, perhaps, as a challenge. To give her something to focus on.

[OOC: OPEN! To see what, exactly, Ghani is fighting, you can look here.]

The Park, Wednesday Afternoon

[1000yearstoolate]

After half a day of watching bad entertainments and drinking far too much tea, Seivarden had left the apartment to wander around rather aimlessly, considering to maybe head over to the shooting range. For a brief moment she had thought about going to the onsen, but had quickly realized that was a bad idea. So now she was standingsby the pond,  watching the stupid birds... no actually, she didn't want to see that.

Seivarden turned away and headed down one of the paths. Yesterday had turned out unexpectedly enjoyable, but going back to Amaya wasn't an option, and the fact that she for an instant had considered it told her that she really needed to find something to do. The shooting range. That was the best choice.

Some rabbits chased each other along the path, then dived under a bush, something Seivarden was grateful for because she really didn't need a view of that.

"Fuck this island," she muttered.

[Open!]