Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday

[built_fjord_tough]

Well, the island was... far too quiet for Fjord's tastes. He was used to bustle, damn it, between growing up in a port town and working on a ship for so long. Even the island, small as it was, tended to have something going on. And so he was thankful to be making his way in to the forge today, if only so that he could keep himself company with the sound of a hammer's swing, occasionally referring to the notes Amaya had made while she was in a masculine body just to double-check his own form.

It was about as close as he could manage to working alongside Amaya today. Even the lack of the regular morning coffee delivery had thrown him a little. He didn't like being a creature of habit these days. Too much was up in the air and falling into a habit here seemed like the first step to complacency about being stuck, but a lack of coffee strong enough to bite you meant that, somewhere around noon, he was contemplating taking a break and hitting up the Perk before he went on with his afternoon.

Yeah, Fjord hated a quiet island. It was official.

[OOC: Open!]

The Docks at Port of Fandom, Thursday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had handwavily abandoned the flower shop at lunchtime. The morning had been enough to show her that this week's quiet extended all the way to her work: the phone stayed silent, and no one came in. None of the existing orders even needed to get done today. All these things meant she didn't feel bad about cutting her day short, especially since she hadn't been feeling like staying cooped up indoors, anyway.

She'd stopped by at the apartment to get some things, then at The Perk for a pumpkin spice latte to go, and then she'd walked all across the island. Through the park to Black Swan Drive, then right on Griffin, then down along Loon Drive until she was at the port. And there she was now, sitting on a dock with her legs hanging over the edge, right where the Cape Rouge usually was. Or at least where it had been for as long as Octavia had known about it, which was maybe too short a time to make 'usually' applicable. Maybe too short a time to justify her even choosing this specific spot for spending her time in - so good thing, then, that she was just here to check up on the docks' porg population. Duke wasn't due back for almost another week, and maybe the birds were getting lonely.

Sure.

She'd brought along the book Liam had given her for her birthday. North American Wildlife, an illustrated guide. She had it open on her lap, and a few of the porgs that had waddled over as soon as she'd shown up were now curiously prodding at the cover. She shooed them gently a little further away when they decided to see whether the pages were edible while she leafed through them.

One particularly brave porg tried clumsily climbing onto her lap, as if it was curious to read, too. Or just thought that was the warmest place to be right now. "I don't think you guys are in this one," Octavia told it with the tiniest huff of an amused sound, as she let it do what it wanted to. "Moba."

She was yet to make it to the part of the book that had puffins in it.

[ooc: Ooopen.]