Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [02/01].

[special_rabbit]

The sandwich board from last week was (and, strictly speaking, had been out, since technically, Amaya was here every day in a very handwavey fashion, but details, details) definitely still out, and Amaya had spent the week making a good stock pile of damascus bars that she'd be turning into metal roses here soon enough, but she felt it wasn't necessary to get started on those quite yet, they were an easy enough project.

Today, it seemed, she was back on her axe bullshit, working hard on some new heads that were a bit smaller.

Good throwing axes, really.

No reasons.

The innocent whistling that seemed to accompany her work today as she seemed to be putting together a nice set up to have on hand should anyone, for whatever reason, continue to have issues with certain weapons at certain places and come to their senses about what could potentially be an endless supply of axes that weren't plastic or squeaky.

But what did she know? About axes, really....

The Forge is open!

Fandom Fire Station | Tuesday

[firehousehimbo]

It was a usual slow day at the station, so after doing his usual safety checks on the equipment he settled down behind the reception desk to play around on his phone. It would have been an easy day if Buck hadn't leaned too far back in the chair and fell ass over tea kettle.

Whelp, he never claimed to be the coolest firefighter.

[Open]

Magic Box | Tuesday

[scarlet_chaos]

Wanda was in a pretty good (if a bit wistful) mood today. Sure, she didn't know where Bucky was, exactly, but she had at least been given a sign that he was okay. Technically that had been all she had asked for, and her worry was held at bay. For now.

Then Steve had sent photos of the Avengers training with snowballs and that made her miss everyone else too.

It made it a little hard to focus on her actual job. Which today entailed unboxing a ridiculous amount of merchandise relating to Valentine's Day. There was no way Wanda could sell these books on love spells, it wouldn't be ethical. Especially if they worked.

[Open]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty had printed up flyers for Three Minute Dates With the intent of hanging them around town through the week.

She walked in to find the bar papered in them. Like the actual bar, the thing you sat at and put your drinks on. That thing was decoupaged in flyers. And Tino was looking proud.

This was actually pretty bad advertising but sometimes you had to pick your battles.


[Open!]

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[myfifthrodeo]

Rosa had found the local radio station archives online, and had spent her day catching up on old broadcasts. It was weirdly entertaining listening to the mostly mundane drama of people she at best barely knew. It was like . . . a bizarre, extended performance art piece. She wondered if any of the squirrels were classically trained.

Eventually, she realized she should listen to the more current broadcasts too, which led to a brief moment of confusion over one of today's reports.

"I did what?" She frowned, tilting her head. Trying to decide if the squirrels had somehow picked up on her powers, and what even was 'Diaz and Ass anyway -- "Oh. The other Rosa."

. . . Huh. Maybe Other Rosa had weird hearing powers, too.

[open]

The Perk, Tuesday afternoon

[grenadesandohana]

Steve was perusing the corkboard at the Perk as he waited for his order to be finished--he felt that staring at the baristas while they made his drink was creepy--when an ad caught his eye:



He immediately took a photo of it and texted it to the Hawaii 5-0 group chat. New plans! he added, then put his phone in his pocket and waited for everyone to start texting him back.

[OOC: Open like a coffee shop!]

The Photo Hut - Tuesday

[flamesburned]

Liz found that she didn’t really have a lot of things to do in terms of admin or putting away stock, so after making sure the store was tidy once she opened - she was spending her morning printing out the updated photos that Hellboy had sent her and putting them away in the already large photo album that she had of the photos of his cats.

Once she was done she was working on an email to send back to Hellboy along with quite a lot of photos that she had been taking of Rain recently. She had tried to narrow it down and not send all of them but after a while, she just decided to send all the photos. She knew Hellboy wasn’t going to complain about that.

[the Photo Hut is open!]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"This continues to be fun," Lucifer said, happily squeezing a squeaky axe, "But letting the island do it is starting to feel a bit... I don't know..."

Tiny sighed. He kept wiping at a spot on the bar.

"I feel like I should be more proactive about it," Lucifer continued. "Really... rub it in, you know?"

Wipe. Wipe. Wipe.

"Hm. Well, let's start with some axe-themed songs, shall we?" he took out his phone and Googled. "Hm... ah, there we go. A list of songs with 'axe' in the title... not all piano-able, but perhaps we can rig a few into the playlist for the next few nights..."

When given petty lemons, make petty lemonade.

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