Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord hadn't even made it all the way into the foundry today when he noticed Amaya's sign. He had stopped mostly to admire the handiwork involved in making it, but stuck around a moment longer to contemplate the words themselves.

It was entirely possible that he had himself a hearty laugh before heading inside and setting to work finishing the last of his organization project for Amaya.

No reason in particular.

[OOC: Open!]

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[mages_suck]

Fenris went to go see Fjord at the fjorge. He saw the sign but didn't bother reading it when he walked in.

"I feel dirty," he complained.

[built_fjord_tough]

Well, that was a hell of a conversation starter, Fenris. Fjord raised an eyebrow and lowered a hammer as the elf walked in.

"... Why do you feel dirty?"

[mages_suck]

"I can't tell you," Fenris said loftily, "It's a secret. I would just like it noted that I am doing my part to participate in a social convention even though it makes me feel dirty."

[built_fjord_tough]

And that would be Fjord's brow knitting together just that little bit more.

"Do I at least get to know what the social convention is?"

[mages_suck]

"The stupid holiday next week that's been making my life a misery at the flower shop," Fenris answered promptly.

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord tilted his head a little.

"The one Amaya's sign out there is about?"

Seemed like a stupid holiday. But he was always all for another excuse to peruse shiny weapons, so it was a trade-off.

[mages_suck]

"I didn't read the sign," Fenris confessed, "If it's the one a week from tomorrow, then yes."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Amaya's running a sale on weapons for the holiday," Fjord explained. "Wasn't sure what the hell the holiday really was, but now that I know it's an actual thing, I might have to do... something. Haven't completely decided what, yet."

But something good.

[mages_suck]

"See, that's a sensible thing," Fenris complained, "It's supposed to be a day to remind people that you care about them, and I guess the way most people do that is to send flowers. It has been hell at work, Fjord."

So much whining.

"I cheated."

Because of course he did.

[special_rabbit]

"'Morning, Fjord." And, lo, there was coffee, and an Amaya clinging to at least one of those mugs with half a mind to do the same with the other. But she wouldn't. Because that wouldn't be very nice, especially since this whole coffee thing was entirely her fault in the first place.

She did seem to be stifling a yawn as she handed Fjord his mug, though, a familiar sort of stifling, the kind that suggested someone might have been up until the wee hours of the night working on something.

The kind that always failed once she opened her mouth to say anything more, turning her words into just as much yawn as they were question. "How's it going today?"

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord gave a little chuckle at that yawn, taking the coffee and giving her a nod in thanks.

"I'm here and I'm upright, I can't complain," he replied. "I will admit I'm curious about that sale you're advertising out there, though. Anything I need to know about that?"

Asking for a friend.

[special_rabbit]

"Pretty self-explanatory, really," said Amaya, grinning faintly. She hadn't had any takers on it yet, sure, not unless you counted the order that inspired it, but she still felt a little proud of her small part in de-mushifying the holiday. "Nothing too wild, I'd think, maybe around twenty-five percent off the final bill, depending on the job. Obviously, if anyone wants anything custom-made, they'll want to get those orders in soon if they want 'em by next Thursday, but any of the weapons and armor already in the shop are fair game."

Pause.

"Except the tiny trebuchet. That's already sold."

[built_fjord_tough]

"No tiny trebuchet," Fjord echoed dutifully before breaking into a little grin. "Twenty-five, huh? That is a hell of a good deal. I'll have to shop it around to people, let them know now's the time to buy if they're considering picking up something new."

[special_rabbit]

"I'm sure you know I'd appreciate that," Amaya said with a nod. "Nothing wrong with a little boost in sales, moving some inventory, even if the reasons are a little bit..." She paused for a moment to think of a word other than 'mushy,' but seemed to be having a difficult time of it, and just waved it off. "Well, you know what I mean. I just know I wouldn't mind at all if this wound up just keeping me stuck in this shop well past the day of, excepting my class, of course. And a few ales at the bar on Friday."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Can't forget those ales on Friday," Fjord agreed with an easy smile and a nod of his head. "If it gets busy enough in here, you know I'd be more than willing to show up and lend a hand wherever necessary."

Even if that just meant picking things up and organizing them as she moved through the room like a sword-making hurricane.

[special_rabbit]

"Now don't you go start getting my hopes up or anything," Amaya warned Fjord with a laugh. "So busy not even my own two hands'll be enoughh, I'd have to drag two more into it? First thing I'd need you to do is pinch me, since I'd be pretty sure I was dreaming."

Yeah, her mind was going to wander on that idea just a little bit, with a bit of a wistful smile plastered on her face, before she lightly shook her head to bring herself back around and she sighed, faintly. "Say what you will about this world's love affair with holidays, but there is this much I don't mind. They can be pretty good for padding the old wallet, that's for sure."

[built_fjord_tough]

"And there's a hell of a lot more of them here than we have back home," Fjord mused. "Ours tend to be sensible things, like marking the solstices or the end of harvest season. Here it seems like they'll celebrate any damn thing. Was there something about groundhogs this weekend? I'm pretty sure there was something about groundhogs this weekend."

[notallbluemonks]

“Hey, Fjord, how’d class go this w—” Beau stopped and looked at the sign again on her way in. “There’s another holiday? Already?”

[built_fjord_tough]

"Apparently the holiday party never ends," Fjord sighed, looking sidelong toward the sign again. "This one is about... affection or something, I think."

He was still a little fuzzy on details.

[notallbluemonks]

“. . . why?” Probably not a surprising question coming from someone who deliberately set out to antagonize people for a first impression, but Beau looked mildly perturbed. “Though, I mean, weapons? Good approach. I’d be into it.”

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord shrugged.

"Presumably people like letting people know they care or something. I'm not entirely sold on it myself, but it's hard to fuck up with weapons." A pause. "Unless you give them to someone who doesn't like them, I suppose."

The smallest glimmer of an idea began to percolate, there.

[notallbluemonks]

"Sounds like an excuse to sell people shit," Beau grumbled. "Obviously they fall for it."

Wow, she hoped nobody was expecting her to get them anything. Eh, they'd have ended up hating her eventually anyway.

She pointed at Fjord. "What is that look? What kind of crazy idea are you coming up with?"

Better not be attacking fire giants.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Just thinking of getting somebody a sword," Fjord mused, looking toward the stock on the wall. "Something fancy. Real fancy. The sort of fancy you can't bitch about, even if you're the kind of person who thinks swords are a fucking pointless weapon, say..."

[OOC: Gloss over these details in broadcast, please and thanks!]

[notallbluemonks]

Beau had been at the bar that night. A sly grin, the kind that guaranteed trouble or the encouragement thereof, cracked her face and she leaned back against the wall.

"Especially in that case, though, am I right?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"You really have to in that case, don't you?" Fjord looked very much like the big green cat who had caught the canary, right then. "A gift, a well-balanced, fucking fancy gift you can't turn down because you don't even know where the hell it came from... can't bitch about that, right?"