Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [03/18].

[special_rabbit]

When Amaya went down to the shop with her coffee in hand and set to the task of getting everything going for the day, pulling back the shutters, opening the door, stoking the forge to get it nice and hot, she'd clearly intended to get some work done. She didn't have any pressing projects, but there was always new stock she could be offering up on the Etsy page and maybe sort of figuring out what kind of axes and daggers really screamed "MOM" for some attempted Mother's Day merch. And, you know, there was nothing Amaya like more than a day like that, of hard work and progress and putting up a good sweat...

...that was the intention, however, until she was summarily distracted by her phone. Nothing quite like the last time she'd managed to stumble into something on the internet (that had, subsequently, lead to her breaking that last phone), but still something undeniably fascinating and complex that was...honestly giving her way too many ideas, absolutely all of them ridiculous and unncessary, but wouldn't it be fun? Just look how cool some of that stuff was!

So most of her work today, it would seem, was going to be at the drawing board, so to speak, sketching out some thoughts and ideas in a big old jumble of inspiration. How exactly it would all come together, well....that was something she'd figure out later.

The Forge is open!

Turtle & Canary; Friday [03/18].

[white_oleander]

You'd think, by now, Astrid would be used to coming in and having to just sort of watch in fascination as Apu did something bordering on illogical and nonsensical, and yet....there she was, too bewildered to really focus on any of her sketching and drawing between customers and mostly just wondering if she should say anything.

Because it seemed that Apu was under the impression, somehow, that now that St. Patrick's Day was over, everything green in the store had to be, if not entirely removed, at least moved toward the back of the store or into the back room.

She doubted anyone would be offended if a rogue shamrock decoration was missed and left up on March 18th, much less avacoados or lettuce or scouring pads and mint gum that had nothing to do with the holiday in the first place, but what did she know? She just worked there.

And as long as he didn't try to recruit her into being an accessory to his madness, she was fine with just watching in idle fascination and hoping it wouldn't be too awkward if anyone needed zucchini or green peppers or peas in the meantime.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Sloppy Joe
Lacy Oatmeal Cookie
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [03/18].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

While the new tanks had been a wonderful solution to Sidon's wintery weather survival-on-the-island problems, the days were starting to get warmer, with the feel of actually staying that way now, for the most part, so it was time for him to consider whether or not he'd actually prefer to go back to sleeping under the docks again. He supposed it was a rather good thing that he had options, though he'd feel bad abandoning all the fishy friends he'd made while staying here, and he wondered if they'd miss him, and it was rather convenient, already being there when it was time to get to work and straight to the business of running the place!

His thoughts were, however, pleasantly derailed when it seemed that some of the rats had actually prepared quite the elaborate show to put on for him and the vet and the other animals of the shelter that day.

Neither of them had the heart to tell the little guys that they were actually a day late on it and decided, instead, to just have a belated holiday celebration for their benefit instead. After all, it wasn't like rats could read a calendar! Even if they couold apparently put together elaborate costumes and minor rigs for signage and a stage....

Furnado is open!

JGoB, Friday morning

[stykera]

It had been a long time now since Stark had ventured into the bakery. He wasn't sure how long (months, it had been months) but he knew it had been a long time. Today seemed as good a day as any to return and maybe he'd even see someone while not in his apartment.

"You're not dead," the man behind the counter greeted him. "We were starting to wonder."

"I'm not," Stark agreed, shaking his head. "I just wasn't here."

"Yeah, man. We noticed." The man nodded to the sign about everything green being discounted. "We got a bunch of irish cream stuff still today. And green. So much green. Could've sworn we sold more than this yesterday. I think some of the new stuff turned green this morning when we weren't looking."

A boozy cupcake for breakfast wasn't conventional but Stark had certainly eaten worse things. Recently, even. So Stark took his irish cream cupcake with the very bright green frosting to an empty table by the window and sat down.

[Got a day off and in celebration of actually being around on a weekday and not having to deal with work I'm making a very open townie post. Here for all your baked good or alien needs.]