Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Saturday [08/01].

[special_rabbit]

Sure, last night's shots had left Amaya with a little bit of a hangover, but a regular hangover was nothing compared to the emotional one she was dealing with, and, quite frankly, she'd rather just stick with the regular ones. Why anyone would go and have something as troublesome and bothersome as feelings would never make sense to her, and she just wanted to say good riddance to the whole notion, and she hoped getting down into the shop and hammering out some metal in a way that made sense would help.

And it would, too, if it weren't for the inordinate amount of squirrels hanging around the shop that day and staring at her with their little rodent eyes with their bushy tails twitching expectantly at her. She tried to ignore it, at first, but there was no ignoring that amount of squirrels sometimes, a lesson she'd learned well before even coming to this little island.

"Alright," she said, finally caving, keeping her hammer in hand for threats as she settled a look at the squirrels and placed her fists on her hips, "what's all this, then? You all know I like to keep my shop a minimal squirrel zone, and there's nothing minimal about all," she waved the hammer in their general direction, "this. What do you want?"

At which point one of the squirrels stepped up with a string of chittering that Amaya, who'd gotten much more fluent in her Squirrel since coming to this little island, mostly undertstood. Well, she understood the chitters, but that didn't mean it made sense.

"When did Seivarden say I'd give you rum?"

At which point there was a little bit of a flurry of activity among the squirrels as they scrambled around in able to pull out a phone that looked comically large for their small squirrel selves and played a sample from the broadcast that morning, which did, indeed, claim that Amaya would be giving them rum.

She leveled a look at the squirrels, one brief second for them to take a moment and reconsider their life choices before setting down the hammer, and picking up the broom.

"That's not how rum works!"

But she'd be happy to show them how that broom worked.

"Out! Scram! Beat it! Lousy squirrels!"

The Forge is open!

[[ i had to lol ]]

Mauvaise Chance Apartments - Early, Early, God Awful Early Saturday Morning

[hatesparadise]

It had been a normal, peaceful morning that was so early it was practically the night before still. If one wanted to be specific. Or if they were still constrained by the tyrant of time.

Then a piercing noise sounded throughout the building as a fire alarm went off.

Because why get a good night's sleep when you could be dragged out of bed to wait on the tiny, under-worked Fandom Fire Department to come make sure everything was fine?

[Open! Make those threads messy!]

Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Saturday

[shapethecentury]

Around last Halloween, as Bucky had been passing by the movie theater in town, a man had stormed out, yelled something about how he was "fed up with those goddamned lurky clows" - and shoved a set of keys at Bucky, telling him he could take over for all the guy cared, because he was out of this godforsaken town.

Bucky had found the keys in his apartment after his return last week, but hadn't really paid them any mind beyond that. But, today, Bucky had been getting himself a coffee after the morning's fire alarm show - another try at playing Regular Guy - and a woman had come up to him like she knew him. "Oh, there you are," she'd said. "I was hoping you'd come by the theater soon, I wanted to update you on some of the bookkeeping --"

And then she'd said something about how they'd made a decent amount of bells (what?) the other week, and how maybe they should consider showing some more early 2000s schlock since it seemed to do well - maybe starting with Hot Tub Hotel?

None of that had made much sense to Bucky, of course. But it had made him curious enough that he'd picked up the keys from the apartment, and had made it down to the movie theater.

Where today's marquee proudly read:

NOW PLAYING
Cleopatra

Almost felt like the place had been waiting for him.

He wasn't even surprised.

[ooc: Yes it has taken me 300 years to establish this. BUT HERE WE ARE.]