Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [05/11].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya wasn't quite sure if it was just that she had absolutely no head for space booze or if it was just that Seivarden's pouring hand was a little heavy last night, but she was feeling a little bit glad that today at the shop was still about reorganizing and cleaning things up in preparation for her workshop later in the week rather than any actual heavy work. There was enough pounding going on in her head right now without bringing anvils and hammers and steel into it!

So with a lot of coffee in hand, she returned to her efforts to cut down some of her inventory and the display on the weapons wall, although she wasn't making a whole lot of progress, still hoping the 50% Off sale sign outside the door might force her hand in getting rid of some of these excess weapons by people just taking them off her hands.

The Forge is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [05/11].

[x_discospider_x]

Since Troy didn't have any workshops on Tuesdays, it made sense to switch his shift at the music store, and that was what he did. He thought maybe being there on a Tuesday instead of a Thursday might be different, but he was a little disappointed to find out that it really, really wasn't.

That was fine, though. At least now he knew he hadn't been missing anything good on Tuesdays.

Unless...

Anything good that happened on Tuesdays now moved over to Thursdays!

...

He was going to try not to think about it. Instead, he was going to see about putting together a good summer playlist for the stereo system, even though he was pretty sure it would just play whatever it wanted regardless.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Magic Box | Tuesday

[scarlet_chaos]

Somehow the boxes had multiplied since Wanda had been at work last. What was a small hill of boxes had now turned into a mountain beside the cash register. When did that happen?

She saw the mountain of boxes teetering precariously, and she threw out a hand to put up a shield to keep it from falling. Now the real question was, could she keep the box mountain up and open packages at the same time? Probably not.

[Open!]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Their two weeks' vacation had come to an end. And it had been good. Just... good, no ifs or buts.

So why had Lucifer's stomach been in a knot over it since their last night there, give or take?

He was glad to resume his shifts at the Nest tonight. He hadn't moved back into his house yet, tempted as he had been at times over the past few days, but this place gave some breathing room.

When he settled at the piano, it was to play through a number of pop songs, moving from age to age. Here Comes the Sun as an opener, past some Elton John and Michael Jackson, into, well. "This year's love had better last..."

Somewhere halfway in he got back into the flow of it, and let that carry his complicated, hard-to-reach feelings away for a time.

The park, Tuesday afternoon

[designateddadfriend]

"Listen up, Probie," Travis said, voice deadly serious. "This is important. You don't obey your captain when we're on a call and people could die, alright?"

Probie, Travis's brand new pitbull puppy, yawned widely and got distracted by a butterfly.

Travis snapped his fingers to get her attention again. "Eyes forward, Probie. Now, let's go over this again. Sit."

Probie trotted towards him, tripping over the edge of her shiny new fire dog vest.

"No," Travis said. "No, sit. Siiiiiit. Probie, sit."

Probie licked his hand. Travis sighed and rubbed her ears as she panted happily.

"We'll keep working on that one."

[open!]