Turtle & Canary; Friday [01/22].

[white_oleander]

All the balloons and streamers from the birthday on Wednesday were still up on Friday, and Astrid offered to help Apu take them all down and clean up, which was met with instant suspicion, but she supposed that was...slightly fair, because she did have an ulterior motive.

And that motive was to take all the streamers and actually wrap them around the balloons in artistic ways and make bizarre little balloon-ghost art pieces out of them. She got some paint and some of the other craft supplies from that aisle, too, to make them more interesting, little abstract testiments to artroom projects that paid tribute to the great: a Mona Lisa balloon, a Thinker, a Venus di Milo and a winged Nike. One particularly long balloon worked perfectly as Munch's Scream, and she tied two together in an elaborate way to channel a bit of Klimt.

It was when she realized she started transitioning into some Guernica level creations that she realized she should probably take a break from the balloon art and just maybe go help stock some soup cans or something.

Whatever. It had been a good distraction for a while, anyway.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Sriracha
Salsa Verde
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [01/22].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya had been spending an awful lot of time in the forge these days, not that you'd know it, but she was, honest! After all, teaching shop was pretty tried and true and as second nature as breathing these days, and she actually had a lot of outsourced jobs that had been keeping her busy, namely an exceptionally challenging piece commissioned by the King of Eastern Kolyma, an elaborate combination puzzle-crossbow for his daughter's birthday, which she was finally putting the finishing touches on, before taking a second to admire it and test it ou--

*TWHANG* *THWAP* *BOING*

...okay, so maybe it needed just a bit more work, unless Amaya wanted to cause an international indicident by inadvertantly allowing the princess to shoot her eye out. The kid was just a wee lass, too, and while that would probably lead to a striking appearance with an eyepatch for her future, she somehow didn't think the king would appreciate it too much.

Back to work, then!

The Forge is open!

[[ *dies coughing from all the dust that needed to be brushed off* ]]

The Perk | Friday Morning

[knife_bender]

Diego's arm was well on its way to being healed but he still couldn't work out like he usually did. It was supremely annoying to have his routine screwed up like that. He went over to the Perk during his usual gym time hoping that would do something to make him less annoyed.

Spoiler alert: It did not. It just made him caffeinated and annoyed.

[Open! First day all week work hasn't been a nightmare]

Rey's warehouse- Friday

[thatwaslucky]

Rey hadn't seen the woodchucks in a while. She didn't believe for a second that they were gone, but she did believe they were probably just lying in wait somehow.

So mostly out of curiosity she was doing things like running the course and really drawing attention to the spots where she risked falling. Spending just a little too much time on the tightrope portion, hanging from the rock wall with a moment with one arm, jumping back and forth across the quicksand, and such. And nothing. Not one single thing thrown at her.

Huh.

But hey, she'd done really well at the course for the first time since this version had been built and it should probably concern yet that that was what got this result.


[Open! Distractions very welcome!]

The Park, Friday Afternoon

[1000yearstoolate]

Her roommate was back, which meant Seivarden had both company and good food, the former being more important than she had anticipated. Summer had some odd ways to tease her about that though.

Never mind.

She still got restless, from lack of important things to do and from thoughts that was bothering her more and more. A walk should be a good way to deal with that, and a handwavy visit to the gym later, and she was following the path through the park, when she passed the trees that Issa had used to get stuck in.

She stopped and looked up. Why did trees make her feel uncomfortable now? She crossed her arms, trying not to remember standing here two years ago (her time).

[Open]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"Have we not spoken about the jello?" Lucifer said, eyeing Tiny from his seat at the piano. "Because I see you reaching for the gelatin and I believe I have told you multiple times that we are not going to impede on Miss Smith's terrain here."

A pause.

"No, I don't care that she doesn't have an official trademark on it. Put the jello down and grab..." He tried to think of something shots-related that might jump out enough to keep Tiny occupied, "...Pop rocks for the rims or something."

Well. Apparently Tiny was going to spend the rest of the night lining up shots with brightly colored liquids and pop rocks on the rim on the bar. Might as well.

Lucifer sighed and turned back to the piano. "Where was I? Right. Everybody loves the things you do from the way you talk, to the way you move..."