Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [10/01].

[special_rabbit]

Now that it was officially the Spooky Month, Amaya could technically start doing Spooky Stuff for the shop, right? Granted, she supposed there wasn't anything wrong with doing spooky stuff whenever, but there was just something about this month in particular that made her actually want to get into the spirit (HA!) of one of this world's holidays.

Either that, or she had been spending a good portion of the work doing a lot of practice on making silverware, and so now she had a whole bunch of practice knives, spoons, and forks, and she knew a lot of ways to turn them into various styles of spiders.

Weld 'em up, scorch 'em black, scatter them aesthetically around the shop? She was sure it would catch a few eyes and maybe open up a few wallets, here and there!

Especially those knife ones!

The Forge is open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Anybody who walked into the station today would be hard-pressed to miss the pile of junk that was currently occupying the floor.

"I don't know why I have to keep saying this," Liam was telling the NPC resident who'd just swung by to drop off what looked like half of a cello, "but 'Recycling Amnesty Day' is not a thing."

Deep breath.

"There's literally a junkyard a block from here!" he exclaimed in exasperation. He nudged at the junk pile with one foot, and an extremely disgruntled-looking raccoon popped out from amidst the trash. "Don't you start," Liam told it darkly.

"You two," he gestured at Ralph and the Trooper standing next to him. "Get all this crap over to the junkyard, stat. And I want someone posted outside to redirect anyone else who's somehow got it into their head that this is the place to drop off anything they can't recycle."

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was throwing herself into running the course harder than usual today. After last week's conversation about going out on missions more, it felt like she needed to put her worries about herself aside and just... try to be better.

Which given what she'd been doing to herself the last few weeks seemed to be so simple an answer that she could kick herself.

So she was throwing herself into things, setting up the remotes along with Barry's drones, which also meant she had to figure out what was headed towards her so she wasn't accidentally slicing up tennis balls. Detail work today.


[Open!]

Fandom Counseling, Friday

[sharp_man]

It was a lovely day out, so in between patients, Hannibal kept his door open. Which of course meant the flamingo kept trying to edge his way in. Today that was being countered by Beethoven, who midway through the morning had gotten up and sat upon him like a giant pillow, curled up and enjoying the sun.

That left Hannibal to entertain Joni, so he was throwing a small glittery ball for her. And wondering if there were the slightest possibility she might tire out before his arm did. He wasn't betting on it.


Fandom Counseling was open!

Fandom Fire Station, Friday

[designateddadfriend]

Travis's morning had started with a jog. On which he'd found himself lecturing a raccoon about illegal fireworks. Because of course the local raccoons had fireworks. And of course one of them was using them to harass the woodchucks.

How was this his life? Just. How?

FANDOM FIRE STATION
Fireworks are environmentally catastrophic
and torture dogs
They are not for raccoons

[open! Sign inspired by NEW CANON, HURRAY!]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Well. That was definitely one way to stop Lucifer from wandering away in the middle of his shift to go fishing with Duke again.

He stared at the smouldering remains of the piano. "That Viking bastard," he spat.

Well, he'd be dumping some of those ashes on Eric's doorstep and getting the rest of them professionally removed tonight while he brooded about his next steps. Vengeance. Vengeance would be his!

... he was glad Eric was playing again.