Turtle & Canary; Friday [04/16].

[white_oleander]

It seemed that Apu was going through some very old backstock, because when you had a somehow bigger-on-the-inside storeroom, things tended to gather and sit and collect dust for a long, long time, meaning there were some older products that needed to be gotten rid of or some not so quickly moving stock items to be reorganized and even one beaten-up and dusty forgotten box of rolls of duct tape.

A lot of it had sort of a kitchy nostalgic vintage vibe to it, which definitely intrigued Astrid, especially the really early 20th century stuff (and, for the shits and giggles, some 90s stuff that even she could see were ridiculous at this point), but one thing in particular caught her attention and held on in a perverse way that she couldn't quite shake.

Because how do you just ignore a box of Chicken Dinner Candy?

She was morbidly curious and was definitely going to open up one of the boxes and slip one of the bars out to try it when Apu was busy in the back.

Never before had Astrid felt so confused as to whether or not she was disappointed or relieved that the candy was apparently not chicken dinner flavored as advertised but was mostly just chocolate and nuts. Obviously, chocolate and nuts was better, but she still felt betrayed. Lied to. Deceived.

But overall, it wasn't bad, for a piece of candy that was probably about a hundred years old.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Chicken Dinner*
Miso Soup**
Red

*Not actually chicken
**Actually miso

Turtle & Canary is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [04/16].

[special_rabbit]

Even though she'd skipped out on most of last week, the time she was there had been...productive enough in the forge that this last week had mostly been dedicated to going through what she'd hammered out and seeing what should be melted back down into something else and what was worth salvaging and sprucing up into something nice for the weapons wall or for some good discount basic swords.

There was also plenty of stuff she'd been working on with Zephyr while she was here to sort through, including a couple medals that apparently hadn't made it to their perspective owners that she might have to do something about, and a lot of pieces of armor that looked very cool but were absolutely useless when it came to functionality. The girl was definitely creative, but not very practical, when you got right down to it.

Needless to say, Amaya had plenty of things to keep her busy, and there was one sword she'd started last week in particular that seemed to be going down a nice route as she continued to work on it, which had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the blade of the sword was practically longer than she was tall, really!

The Forge is open!

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

For as admittedly ridiculous as last week had been, this week had definitely not been. To the point where this morning Rey had gone across the hall to fix that... and Silver wasn't even home. She'd waited for a while, till she risked being late for training and she certainly wouldn't explain why she would have been late, so instead she ended up at the warehouse early and working off the frustration on the course.

She wasn't planning on explaining that either, but at least she was doing good at the course!


[Open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

So last week had sure been... last week. And then there was the weekend, with its glimpse into possible futures (some more likely than others).

And then there was this week! Which was totally fine and not at all annoying or frustrating. Which was why Liam was totally not taking out any pent up frustration on the Troopers today. They were all just scrubbing down the Station because everyone liked a clean workplace, right?


[ooc: late, but open. boy has today been a day.]

Fandom Fire Station, Friday

[designateddadfriend]

Travis had managed not to end up with any random kids this weekend -- which was good, since that definitely would have set off a pretty spectacular wave of grief missing Michael. And after last week, he was doing his best not to have random sex, anyway, so he hadn't noticed anything particularly odd going on this week, either.

So he was puttering about the firehouse, as he did most days. This time he managed to find one of those moveable letter signs to hang up out front, and was spending way too much time trying to think of what to make it say.

Fandom Fire Station
SATISFACTION GUARANTEED
OR YOUR FIRE BACK

Well. He thought it was funny.

[insp. Open!]

The Park, Friday afternoon

[stykera]

The weather today wasn't perfect but at least there wasn't SNOW but it was certainly nice enough to be outside and sometimes being outside was easier than being inside. Inside led to too much time alone with his thoughts and Stark had had enough of that for the day.

So he'd gone out and gotten food (not entirely made of sugar) and then stopped at the Perk for something to drink (almost entirely made of sugar) before heading to the park.

It was usually easier not to be stuck in his own head when he was outdoors. At least for a little while. There were birds to watch and flowers not covered in SNOW and sometimes it was good to just sit on a bench and appreciate things like that.


[open as always for your Park or Stark needs. My brain is done with work for the day and I'll be sitting in the waiting room at the allergist for about an hour shortly please entertain me]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer. Hated. Everything.

Everyone had spent most of the week being entirely too traumatized to have sex, and then when that was finally over-- "It is," he informed Tiny for the fifth time that night, "Despicable what this island gets away with!"

Despicable.

Apologies, bar clientele, he was going to be loud on the piano tonight.