Caritas; Wednesday [08/14].

[somethingwithturquoise]

You know, Summer had long ago come to terms with the fact that she was, technically speaking, standard issue human with no special abilities or powers or unique supernatural skills or magic or anything like that. She made up for it, clearly, with her sharp wit and undeniable charm and being able to punch and shoot things really, really well. And she was okay with that. She'd accepted her basic ass bitchness.

But, by god, what she wouldn't give right now for some sort of ability to spontaneously make a keg explode or have a zombie have an emergency or even just sort of phase through stuff like Kitty, because Summer had (admittedly, very stupidly) agreed to let Tino show her some of his pictures from visiting roadside attractions on the island's little excursion last week.

And there were so, so many of them.

He said there were only a few!

That was on her for believing him, but you'd better believe she was desperately sending eyes to the door and willing people to come in so she had a reason to finally break away from a million shots of Tino posing to make it look like he was holding up the World's Biggest Ball of Twine on his shoulders like he was Atlas or something.

Featured Cocktail
7 and 7 Cherry Bomb

Featured Jello
Strawberry Shortcake
Blueberry Cream
Mango Peach



"....wait a second," Summer realized, quite a bit later, "who even took those pictures, though??"

Caritas is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Wednesday [08/14].

[special_rabbit]

For some reason, Amaya was tempted that day to try and go through some of the things in the closet beneath the stairs, and the moment she did, hoo, boy, did she regret it. All sorts of boxes, crates, pieces of scrap metal, forgotten projects, unfortunate mistakes that she'd planned to forge back down into something else but never got around to it....you name it, it all seemed to somehow be jam-packed into that closet and was now spread out like a alluvial fan around that space as she tried to pick through what was useful or what might be destined for the junkyard.

Of course, the only problem with hauling some of this to the junkyard was that it was guaranteed she'd be hauling just as much new stuff, if not more, right back.

But maybe if she could figure out some other use for it?

Hmmm. Definitely some things to consider, but if she didn't get back to working on it, then some of this junk was never going back to being safely tucked away anywhere, really.

The Forge is open!

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Tiny had some kind of... vacation photos? From last week?

Octavia had (sort of) politely declined looking at them. She hadn't slept great, and wasn't in the mood. Also the fighting on Monday which she'd definitely been at, despite RL brains had been a little too close to her actual home, so... There was that, too.

Anyway, she was at work. Making some kind of caffeinated mocktail for herself, but there. Present.

In flesh if not entirely in spirit.