Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Saturday [05/11].

[special_rabbit]

Sure, sure, sure. Beau had said last night that there was no rush on the new throwing stars to replace the ones she'd used up in the vampire fight, but it was a dreary sort of day, wasn't it? Rainy but warm; she wasn't likely to get a lot done outside on a day like this. Good reading weather, maybe, but she wasn't going to be stuck in a book all day when she could be working. And throwing stars were easy. Lighter work! Just the thing she needed to get back into proper form after everything, right?

Right! So Amaya was hard at work again at the forge today, working on at the very least getting the dozen shuriken started that morning, but she didn't get too far until she looked up at the propped-open door to the sound of a very loudly complaining cat, just padding on in from the rain like it was nothing.

"Ohhhh, no you don't," said Amaya, putting down her hammer and reaching for a broom instead. "No cats in this shop, not unless you're a customer," she'd happily sacrifice your allergies for a sale, sorry Fjord, "and I don't reckon I see a wallet on you! So go on. Get! Shoo!"

Before she had a chance to really start shooing it out with the broom, though, the cat dashed into the forge, and Amaya wheeled around, with every intention of following that cat's every move until it made the move right back outside. But the cat wasn't making it very easy for her, running around, jumping on things, jumping off again, complaining and yowling about it the whole time. It was a little frustrating, really; she was usually an excellent shoo-er, but this was possibly the most stubborn cat she'd ever seen. And that was saying a lot, for cats!

"Now, I understand you don't want to go out in the rain," said Amaya, once the cat seemed to plant herself on the stairs to the apartment and didn't budge no matter how many times Amaya poked her with the broom, "but I can't have a cat just hanging around my shop!" One more poke and the cat yowled a little, prancing up the last of the steps until she was right at the door at the top, making an appeal by pawing at it and complaining some more.

Amaya narrowed her eyes, glaring at the cat, almost tempted to just pick her up by the scruff of her neck and toss her right out the window, but there was something almost a little pathetic in those complaints...granted, a rain-soaked cat was likely to be pathetic no matter what the other circumstances, though she was drying up nicely from the warmth in the shop...and Amaya started to feel a little bit bad.

"Ahhh, zards," she murmured, hand to her forehead for a moment as she cursed that whole 'generally decent person' part of herself. "Fine. You can stay. But just until the weather clears up. And you stay out of the shop. Deal?"

The cat's meow was a little petulant, but it seemed agreeable enough. So Amaya went on up, opened the door, helped to get the cat dried up a bit before setting down a small dish of milk and some of the leftover chicken she had no stomach for anymore anyway in the kitchen. "Now don't go and make yourself too comfortable," she warned the cat. "I know how you cats can be, but this is temporary. Soon as the weather clears, out you go. I've got no intent to keep you around. I am not a pet person."

The cat looked as though she perfectly understood and agreed before going to sniff finickly at the offers of food. And since that seemed settled, Amaya just sighed and went back down into the shop and went back to work, though she was a little distracted away from working on the shuriken now, and wondered what she had lying around that could work towards making some sort of cat extrator contraption. She had a feeling she was going to need one.

The Forge is open!

[[ look, i'm a simple woman. You give me modding rights, I'm gonna use 'em! open post is totes open ]]

The Bookbelt, Saturday

[bookbeltof_love]

It was probably a bad call that Nina was now just flat out avoiding both her roomie, and her roomie's new murder-kitten (and Nina knew she had to stop thinking of the kitten that way, if she wanted to let go or move on like Sidon had said) but, well, it was a bad call she was making anyway.

Besides, today at least, she had the excuse of wanting to make sure everything in the shop was in order for showing Owen the ropes.

And if she spent a good part of that time curled up in one of the shop's chairs, scribbling in her diary, and sending off irritating texts to Rufus, just to remind him that she existed and that he co-owned a shop with her, and that she'd changed the name of it without consulting him…

Well, whatever.

The rain suited her mood perfectly.

The Bookbelt is Open!

Outside Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday Morning

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden was standing in from of the flower shop, holding an umbrella over her head, digging into her pocket for the key, when something felt odd.

"Oh, f..."

She didn't get to finish that before she was sitting on the ground, a black cat with white paws, the umbrella next to her. She let out a very displeased sound, then dove under the umbrella to get out of the rain. Since this was terrible, and even worse, it was raining, she voiced her complaint again.

If anyone was going to try and scritch her without gloves she'd bite them.

[NFI. I'm going to be busy for the next two weeks or so, so Seivarden and Breq are going to be animals during that time. special_rabbit  has modding rights.]

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

Miguel walked in the diner with his head down over his phone, automatically headed to the coffee pot and made some, then sat down at the counter with it, still on his phone. He completely ignored the staff and the specials board.

They glanced at each other, wondering if they should be concerned.

Just buy the crazy lady flowers and say they're from both of us, Miguel typed. She won't believe it anyway if I send her anything. Hack into my accounts.

He hated this weekend.


Today's Specials
Chocolate waffles
Peanut butter and banana waffles
Chili cheese cornbread waffles


Luke's was open!