Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [10/25].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya's work at the forge had been interrupted at some point that day for a rare phone call, a special order coming in, and so she was taking meticulous notes and making a few preliminary sketches as she nodded and agreed along.

"Okay, so," she said, "we're looking a standard double-edge broadsword with a tapered blade, redwood handle and you'll be sending in a specific stone for the pommel, and an etching on the blade around a fuller....yeah, yeah, that's what it's technically called....no, you're right, 'blood groove' is much cooler, but I am a professional here...uh, huh...uh, huh...oh, of course...and, just to make sure I'm clear on this, we do want it to the size for a mouse to comfortable wield? Are we talking more field mouse, or possibly sewer rat territory, in terms of size?

"Got it, got it, no, no, I assure you, that shouldn't be a problem. After all, you said yourself, you've seen the work I've done in lobster arms and artillery on the website, I assure you, I can handle something mouse-related, you won't be disappointed. However, while we're on the topic, have you given much thought to mouse armor....?"

Sure, it wouldn't be a big job (in more ways than one!), but Amaya would happily take it!

The Forge is open!

The Preserve; Tuesday After Classes [10/25].

[pun_king]

Graham, Guillermo, and Triumph had all set a date to go exploring in the preserve that afternoon, but first, they had to get there, so Triumph continued to prove his status as Mighty Steed by carrying the burden of transporting them both deep into the familiar woods, so they they could better appreciate the scenery as Triumph dutifully avoided all the cats. If he was entirely honest, all these black cats suddenly showing up did make Graham a little bit nervous, but he wasn't about to admit that in front of Guillermo. Instead, he tried to turn it into a little bit of a game, to see who could count the most by the time they got to their destination, but it did not bode especially well that the number Graham was left with at the end of their journey was thirteen.

He almost considered nudging Triumph to walk around a little more until they saw a fourteenth cat, but once he caught sight of what they were aiming for, there was no stopping him, as his gait got a little quicker and he squeaked excitedly, and Graham held on a little tighter as Triumph picked up speed until he brought them to a rock.

It didn't seem to be a particularly special rock. It was big, sure, and its dappling of moss was rather nice, and there were a few porgs curled up sleeping on it who complained at being disturbed by their approach as they waddled away, disgruntled, but it was hard to deny, especially with the afternoon sun breaking through the trees onto it, it did hold a certain charm.

"And behold!" Graham announced with a wave of his hand toward the rock and a grin back at Guillermo, "Triumph's favorite rock!"

And their starting point for adventure now reached, he swung his long leg over Triumph's head to better slide of the side of him and dismount, and then offered out a hand to Guillermo to help him with doing the same.

[[ adventuring buddy modded with permission! Graham and Guillermo are here for their ~exploring date~, but open preserve is most certainly open for all your preserve-related needed! ]]

Atlas Gym; Tuesday [10/25].

[sword_chocobro]

With his newfound position as owner of Atlas Gym, Gladio thought it would be hilarious to gift Prompto with a free annual membership to the place for his birthday, but, for some reason, he didn't take Gladio up on the offer to include a free extra special birthday training session with him, citing that he'd rather 'actually live to make it to thirty-two, thanks.' Gladio said he'd go easy on him! It was his birthday, after all! But for some reason, Prompto wasn't buying it.

Gladio was, however, at the gym, anyway, not only for his own workout, but so the staff could really show him the ropes, if they were really serious about him running the joint.

And when they said 'show him the ropes,' he didn't actually think they meant it literally. They shouldn't have been surprised, however, when the tour of the place was put aside so that he could give the climbing ropes a good test run and encourage and convince them all to have a go and maybe a few trial races.

And, by the end of it, when he was all pumped up with adrenaline and they were all exhausted, he clapped a hand on one of their shoulders and laughed.

"Remember," he pointed out, "you guys voted for this!"

Atlas Gym is open!

J,GoB, Tuesday Afternoon [10/25].

[hashtag_chocobro]

So today was the actual day of Prompto's birthday (or, well, the day of the birthday he'd been given, anyway; it was complicated), and he knew Liz had plans to go out for dinner later, but he had his own plans for a part of the day for himself. And those plans, under the guise of running some errands and getting some more stock shots to upload and hopefully sell, involved swinging by J,GoB, picking out one of the more elaborate and ridiculous cupcakes they had to offer that day, and indulging in the traditional Sad Birthday Cupcake.

Although, really, compared to what he had to call a Sad Birthday Cupcake for a while now, there was nothing all that sad about a cupcake like this, except maybe the solitude of it, and that was mostly just for his annual reflections on another year that had passed, and how, considering all he'd been through, considering everything that he'd learned about himself in the meantime, too, how much of a miracle it was that he'd managed to even make it this far.

Sad Birthday Cupcake had been a thing for so long, borne out of his parents' vague involvement in his life, their frequent absence whenever October 25th rolled around, gone for work or too busy with something else, but they always left him a little cupcake and a card and a present, usually video games or, that one iconic year, a camera, and so he'd sit there in that kitchen in that quiet, lonely house in that quiet, lonely part of Insomnia, light the candle, and make a wish.

It was the same wish, every year, maybe slightly different here and there, and it eventually even started to come true. Just to find somewhere where he belonged. To maybe one day have a place in the world that made sense, and where people were actually happy to have him there.

And look at him now.

He'd found a spot in the corner, where he sat with his cupcake, plunked a single candle into the top of it, lit it, and just sort of reflected on the single dancing flame for a moment. Sighed a little, smiled lightly, swiped a hand across his cheek to push away the wetness of the tears that he was going to pretend weren't there, and blew the candle out.

And it was definitely a slightly different wish than usual, this year.


[[ and J,GoB is open, of course, for all your delicious and potentially emo baked good needs! ]]

Community Center Class: Chopped: Fandom. Tuesday Evening, 10/25

[stykera]

"It's nearly Halloween," Stark said. "So we have some October and pumpkin themed cupcakes today. But not our scariest cupcakes."

Was that because the scariest cupcakes were yet to come? Or because they had already been used? Who could say.

"They might still inspire some nightmares," said Summer, "but, hopefully, you'll be able to turn them into a dream."

Yes, she was very proud of that one, thank you, and, after a moment to let everyone appreciate it, she reached for the cloche to remove it to reveal your inspiration: a little Oktober Fest with some beer and sauerkraut cakes, and some traditional miso pumpkin ones! With adorable cat faces on them and everything!

"Everyone, open your baskets. Your time begins….now!"

Fandom Fire Station | Tuesday

[firehousehimbo]

Buck had spent a good week in LA with Eddie and Chris. Unfortunately, nothing had gone too nuts at the 118 that he could jump in on, but it had been nice to see Bobby, Hen and Chim.

Now he was back at the station, preparing for a boring day when all of a sudden a friend jumped up on the reception desk.

"A kitty!" he exclaimed. Then another one popped up. "What--two kitties!"

It was gonna be a good day.

[I live. Open!]

Magic Box | Tuesday

[scarlet_chaos]

Look at who remembered she had responsibilities outside of the Darkhold today. Wanda hadn't showed up to work on time, but she had shown up. She had noticed the cats, sure, but she figured one of her employees was taking over the Halloween decorating since she sure as shit wasn't doing it this year.

Live cats was a little over the top though...oh well, not her problem.

She did conjure up some toys for them to play with though, she wasn't totally heartless.

[Open]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty was desperately trying to keep the cat off the bar. It'd been cute at first, till the glass got batted off the edge. She'd had Tino clean up and put the cat down on the floor once it was taken care of, only for another glass to get knocked over by a different cat.

So now both your bartenders were holding cats who didn't want to be held but they could not be trusted.

Also the cups were gonna be red and solo today.


SPECIALS
PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY COCKTAIL
IN A RED PLASTIC CUP


[Open!]

Tuesday: Groovy Tunes:

[wildgalegirl]

"No. No, I do not want to listen to a Frank Sinatra retrospective where we listen to every single recorded version of the song 'Black and White'." Charlie was trying to speak reasonably to the stereo system. Somehow it even had commentary about each version of the song and seriously, yes, it was a great song, but after the fifth version she wished it had never been written.

"He's an incredible singer with a huge body of work," she tried to explain reasonably. "I'm okay with an all Sinatra day, but this is ridiculous."

Nothing worked. Finally she gave up and wrote a charm on the stereo to make it silent. Anything was better than listening to obscure versions of one song over and over. At least the black cats, random though they were, enjoyed snuggling and purred loudly.



[OOC: Brought to you by an actual event where on an hour long ride one night the only station my car radio would get was exactly this. I'm surprised the radio and I both survived.]

Diaz & Ass., Tuesday

[two_idiots_one_body]

Arthur had debated showing up yesterday to finish whatever kind of job interview Detective Diaz was going to give him.

Then he'd decided that he didn't want to just get another runaround, and that he'd already done one job for her, so he would just consider himself hired.

He went to the office, picked the lock, turned on the lights, and with John's help gathered up the papers on the desk and started going through them.

There was a creak of stairs, and he looked up.

"It's a man in his thirties," John informed him. "Dark hair, fit. He's wearing sunglasses, but he seems to be looking at us."

"Hello," Arthur said, nodding. "I'm the new detective working with Miss Diaz."

"Huh."

"He is shrugging."

"Want some coffee?"

"No, thank you."

"Okay."

"He has turned around and is going back upstairs."

"We probably shouldn't worry about him, then." Arthur shrugged himself. "What does this one say?"


[Open detective office! The Ass. is in!]

Tuesday afternoon: A quiet spot in the woods

[mylandmyrules]

Nell needed a little time in the woods today, so after she'd done all of her morning chores she'd taken her faded pink blanket and headed out to find a quiet spot. She dug her hands and bare feet into the soil and just let her consciousness merge into that of Fandom's woods. A handful of alots wandered by, but didn't bother her. The intermittent rain of cats was a bit disconcerting, but most of them either wandered off or just quietly curled up near Nell, enjoying the peace.

"M'not bringing you'uns home," she murmured without opening her eyes. "No matter how cute you are."



[OOC: Please feel free to stumble across Nell if you'd like. The woods are open to all and she's absolutely fine to be disturbed.]

Cafe Fina - Tuesday Evening

[flamesburned]

It was Prompto’s birthday and Liz wanted to take him out to a nice dinner and so she decided to take him to Cafe Fina, which was special to them because it had been the location of their first date and that was nearly a year ago now for her as well.

Even though she wasn’t sure if it was completely safe for her eat Sea Bass this time.

For the dinner, Liz was wearing one of her maternity dresses, a slightly different style and colour to the one that she had worn at the wedding.

She had her camera ready to take pictures throughout the evening and her main present to give Prompto, since she had finished knitting him his scarf, done in yellow and white and a few other gifts that she had wanted to give him as well.

“This is nice,” she remarked once they had been shown to their table, “I don’t think this place has actually changed all that much since the last time we were here,”

She knew it had been much longer for Prompto than for her but she also hadn’t been back since their date so she was a little surprised to see that it still looked very much the same since as it had last time.

[for Prompto. Cafe Fina can also be open for anyone else wanting to use the restaurant!]

The Photo Hut - Tuesday

[flamesburned]

Liz was planning on finishing early today since she wanted to be able to spend more time with Prompto since it was his birthday and she had also made a reservation for Cafe Fina. She figured she could start a bit earlier than normal and finish around lunchtime.

Even though she was finding it harder to concentrate thanks to all the black cats that seemed to be around the store that day, so she was definitely taking a few photos to send to Hellboy since she knew he would love seeing the photos.

In between taking photos of the black cats she was spending most of the shift organising the photos that she had taken from Prompto’s party and choosing which ones she wanted to put on her memory boards, they had turned out really well and she was definitely happy with how the puppy photos had turned out. She was definitely going to be putting a lot of the puppy photos on there.

[the Photo Hut is open!]