Turtle & Canary; Friday [03/19].

[white_oleander]

Things were pretty quiet at the store that day, which was usually a good thing, even if the pile of swept debris by the Squishy machine had only gotten larger since Apu lost his dust pan and seemed to refuse the notion of just getting a new one from their stock. But Astrid had kind of been hoping for something weird or crazy to be happening, because she would have liked the distraction.

She was thinking of her phone again.

And the messages that had been getting fewer and far between now, that she had been attempting to ignore.

She found herself wishing she was at the flower shop today instead of Turtle & Canary. It was the first day of spring today, wasn't it? The flowers were probably doing something interesting to celebrate.

And here all she had was a pile of debris and a phone number beating into her brain.

Finally, with a sigh, she reached for her phone, and punched in that number.

"Hi," she said, "can I speak to Susan Valeris, please? Tell her it's Astrid Magnussen. She's been expecting my call."

It was funny, really, the way the pit sinking down to her stomach counteracted the way the odd sense of power that came with that statement bouyed up into her throat. And all she could do about it now was hold her breath.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Orange
Lemon
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [03/19].

[special_rabbit]

It wasn't often that Amaya got a special order over the phone; most of those were coming from places that tended to do their communications in the form of letters by carrier pigeons or pony express or, in one instance, by turtle (she'd definitely wound up missing the deadline on that one, considering it had already arrived late), so she was delighted, but also, a little bewildered by the request itself.

"So you want me to outfit your entire flock of chickens with armor?" she asked, just to make sure.

"Well," she decided with a nod, "alright, seems a bit like it might be more effective to take care of your fox problem by taking care of the fox rather than outfitting all your chickens in armor, but I'm not one to complain. I work mostly in lobster armor these days, but, rest assured, I'll be sure your poultry has the finest chicken armor to be found anywhere on the market!"

She did rather pride herself in her ability to fit a niche demographic, after all!

And with that, and a few schematics sketched out, she got to work, glad to have something that looked like it might keep her busy (and in the black!) for a while now.

The Forge is open!

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey hated the remotes so much. But, it was also something she had to train with sometimes, so she'd set several up around her while she ran through Form III, and okay, maybe she shouldn't have set them all to high.

And then she decided that maybe it worked better if she wasn't expecting them all to go at full blast all the time, so she adjusted the settings on some of them to give it some variety.

She'd still get shot, but at least she wasn't expecting it the whole time.


[Open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Liam had had a busy morning, for once, as evidenced by the actual freaking leprechaun currently in the lockup.

And the pile of miscellaneous stolen objects he now had to sort though.

He sent an email out to everyone he knew, letting them know that if they’d lost something a couple days ago, it was probably at the Trooper Station now if they wanted to come pick it up, and then printed out some flyers saying the same. Sure, he didn’t think anyone would be beating down the door to get their... soup ladle or whatever back, but he didn’t need this stuff cluttering up the station, either.

“Go put these up,” he directed the Troopers. Yes, he was still disappointed in them for not following through during the first rash of thefts.

The Trooper Station was open, and full of random stuff!

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

It had been quite a while, but the sounds of the Beatles on piano was currently in the air at the Devil's Nest. Sometimes a man just needed to belt 'Let It Be' at the top of his voice, and you know what? Lucifer was that man tonight.

Tiny had attempted to get his attention at least twelve times now. If there was anyone who knew what to do alcohol-wise with the ridiculous amount of avocados that had shown up to the bar overnight, it had to be the Devil.

... Lucifer delivered him from his sorrows eventually, and put up a sign:

TONIGHT'S SPECIAL:
AVOCADO MARGARITAS &
GIMLETS