Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Saturday [11/06].

[special_rabbit]

Even with being substitute to two additional classes this week, Amaya had not let herself slack on any of her projects, and, in fact, that extra time out of her schedule only served to make her that much more industrious. The silverware set for Dr. Lecter was all cut and polished and shiny and merely waiting for that nice additional bonus of the display box she had Dwight working on, and she'd not only gotten one mask for Stark finished up and ready to go, but a second one, as well, this one with a little additional detailing with a second metal as an accent and some filigree etched in, in the event that maybe be might like something a bit fancier on occasion, and just to prove that she wasn't out to just wring more money out of him, she fully planned to offer the second mask ip at a half-off discount. You couldn't beat a deal like that, right?

So with all of that mostly settled, Amaya was taking this Saturday for herself, to go back to her roots and the stuff that really kept her bellows pumping, because she'd been feeling she'd been spending a bit too much time on alternate projects. So today she was hard at work between forge and anvil, pounding away at a nice new big old sword to go on the weapons wall....or hopefully in someone's arsenal at some point!

The Forge is open!

[[ though I may or may not get eaten by work. Only time shall tell! ]]

Trooper Station | Saturday

[knife_bender]

Someone had found a box of old complaints that had either been ignored or never closed properly and now it was up to Diego to clear them out. He was learning a shitload about Fandom history while doing so, and suddenly he was very glad he wasn't here when shit like jello dragons and weird dungeons were around.

[Open]

Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[crimson_sister]

There were signs of some kind of plant struggle when Lucille opened up the shop this morning, and some of the flowers looked a bit withered. None of that was anything to worry about of course, and Lucille swept some dead leaves off the floor and then put on a record to create a nice atmosphere.

It was time for an inventory of the flower pots and planters, and Lucille wrote lists in spidery letters, thinking that she should perhaps ask her employees for suggestions for what to get for the upcoming holiday. Or perhaps Tisarwat? 

[Open with SP]

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

When Miguel came in today, the staff were crouched around a group of what looked like unlabeled beer bottles, reading instructions and arguing.

He waited for a moment before pointing out, "Do we even have a liquor license?"

That got him a withering look from the busboy. "It's root beer."

"...Right. I'll just be over here making coffee."

Today's Specials:
Bison burger
Loaded nachos
Homemade root beer


Luke's was open!

Around Fandom - Saturday Morning

[notagoose]

Goose had finally caved and had asked Doc for help in getting new clothes that weren’t his military uniform and Doc had more than risen to the challenge. Assuring Goose he would more than take care of his fashion emergency and he’d cover the costs, which Goose really didn’t like the sound of that but he knew nothing of fashion so he let Doc take charge of it.

He’d sent through several boxes of new clothes that he’d received yesterday and they were more fancy and expensive looking than he was used to and Goose was pretty sure they cost more than what he’d earn in a year both with his teaching salary and what he earned as a Galaxy Ranger. He knew that before becoming a Galaxy Ranger, Doc came from money and he had worked in the private sector but still this was … a lot. Also he wasn’t sure how Doc had managed to find his exact measurements and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

So he was now going for a run around Fandom in shorts and a tank top, which felt weird and most likely looked weird - even though he still had his blaster belt and Galaxy Rangers badge on because he wasn’t going without those.

[open!]