Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [11/26].

[special_rabbit]

Even Amaya Blackstone had to fight a little bit to get back the ensuing food coma from having eagerly stuffed herself to near bursting yesterday (all in the spirit of the holiday, of course!), but she managed to convince herself to head on down to the shop to work it off. The bed project from Billy had been a pretty swift job; with the cost they were working with, it was a pretty simple weld job, for the most part, which was kind of nice, she didn't get to pull out the good old welding equipment very often, and she'd put a few final decorative touches on it (not spikes, even if the thought was a bit tempting. But even she would admit that spikes on a bedframe was just asking for a whole mess of pokey trouble), shot off a message to let him know it was pretty much finished and ready whenvever he wanted to figure out how to actually get the thing to the apartment, and then considered what to tackle next.

It was about that time that a package showed up for her, which was a little surprising. She wasn't expecting anything and it was much lighter than anything she'd usually order for supplies and the like. She gave it a cautious shake and listened for any sort of suggestion of a trap inside (one could never be too careful, with mysterious packages!), and then, figuring it seemed safe enough, went 'round to the counter to grab a knife to help her open it.

...to reveal a large stuffed lobster.

To say that this revelation was a bit....confusing for Amaya was a bit of an understatement. She took a moment to check to see that the package went to the right person, but, no, it was very definitely clearly meant for her, not something that should have gone to Rosa instead, which just confounded her even more, because who would be sending her a lobster? Sure, it might be someone who knew about Dave and Diane, or maybe it was intended for them, somehow? Who would be sending her lobsters a lobster? And the only other context she even had for anyone sending lobsters was mired in the flirting revenege shenanigans between Miguel and Rosa during that Japan trip, and...well! She certainly wasn't going to approve of it if it turned out that sending lobsters did have a broader romantic connotation that she'd otherwise not known of. Because that would just be...perposterous! Someone! Send her a lobster on that pretense! Not on her watch!

Still, it was kind of cute, really. Hard not to appreciate a creature that came equipped with its very own armor, even if this was a rather soft and squishy version.

The Forge is open!

Turtle & Canary; Friday [11/26].

[white_oleander]

Now that Summer had returned from defending her galaxy against some evil space empire, Astrid was back on Fridays, although she'd still maintained a few managerial tasks that Summer kept delegated to her, so that she could get more experience with that sort of thing. It might be helpful, once she was pretty much back to 'the real world' for good after graduation, She had no idea what she was going to after that; her one last remaining thread connected to anything (she no longer counted Ingrid among those threads) would be abruptly severed and she'd be set off into the world, like a balloon slipped from a child's grip during a breezy day. She supposed just staying here would always be an option, but there were...a few other possibilities she was considering, as well.

And she was pondering those things a little as she went about her work that day, which mostly involved taking down and marking down Thanksgiving decorations and merchandice, and putting up Christmas ones, failing at making Apu feel better that there wasn't really much of a market here for crazy Black Friday sales, and wondering why dental floss in particular seemed to be a cornerstone of said Black Friday sales.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Maize
Cake
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

There was Christmas music being piped in from somewhere when Rey came into the warehouse. Apparently the woodchucks were really into the holiday spirit this year?

It was making running the course kind of hilarious, though. Nothing like jumping over a quicksand pit while someone's singing about rocking around a Christmas tree.


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The Devil’s Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was in extremely good spirits tonight. Why? He had no idea, but he wasn’t going to question it. Why would he?

He pingponged around the bar, settling occasionally behind the piano to belt out some of the more cheerful Sinatra catalogue, then to the bar itself to fix some drinks, and then– well, then he was on the phone.

Ordering things for the new club.

"Tiny! Think we can get some string lights up on the ceiling!?"

It would pass.

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