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fandomtownies2019-05-27 06:28 am
special_rabbit) wrote in fandomtownies2019-05-27 06:28 am
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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Monday [05/27].
Well, sure. The world outside looked like a nightmarish warning against the hubris of too much technology, but Amaya was distinctly cat-free this morning and the forge was distinctly water-free, so she was taking this all as a win.
The whole place looked far more rusted out than either she would ever allow it to get and more than just a week in the drink would have caused, and the forge itself, instead of being that handsome, homey, hand-built beauty of stone, was built out of what she figured was just some old heavy-duty storage tank of some sort. But it worked, it stoked up real nice, and the weapons on the wall seemed to be particularly spiky and creative this time around, and that she couldn't be too upset about, either. In fact, she was going to spend a better part of the day just sort of looking them over so she could remember those designs for future reference.
And the Crumbler! Ohhhh, here she'd been worried about the Crumbler getting all that rust and her wood rotting through from all the water, but what stood before her now was a vision, a beast of an amalgamation of scrapped parts and lovingly buffed chrome and all sorts of add-ons and appendages that she didn't even know what they did yet, but she was eager to find out.
Sure, she hadn't seen much beyond what she saw from her kitchen window (and her now sad little attempt at a window garden) as she made her coffee that morning (and there was still coffee, or something similar enough to it, so it couldn't be all that bad), but if the state of the shop was anything to go by, this was a week she was not going to mind too terribly at all.
Therein was the nice thing about being from a pre-electricity society, in a trade that thrived on old fashioned technology where all you really needed was a fire and some simple tools.
Er, well, and metal, as she'd discovered that first week. The metal was pretty important, too, but there was no lack of any of that around here, now, was there? She didn't much care for the aesthetic of the place at the moment, personally, but she'd easily take it over the last few versions, in a heartbeat.
The Forge is open!
The whole place looked far more rusted out than either she would ever allow it to get and more than just a week in the drink would have caused, and the forge itself, instead of being that handsome, homey, hand-built beauty of stone, was built out of what she figured was just some old heavy-duty storage tank of some sort. But it worked, it stoked up real nice, and the weapons on the wall seemed to be particularly spiky and creative this time around, and that she couldn't be too upset about, either. In fact, she was going to spend a better part of the day just sort of looking them over so she could remember those designs for future reference.
And the Crumbler! Ohhhh, here she'd been worried about the Crumbler getting all that rust and her wood rotting through from all the water, but what stood before her now was a vision, a beast of an amalgamation of scrapped parts and lovingly buffed chrome and all sorts of add-ons and appendages that she didn't even know what they did yet, but she was eager to find out.
Sure, she hadn't seen much beyond what she saw from her kitchen window (and her now sad little attempt at a window garden) as she made her coffee that morning (and there was still coffee, or something similar enough to it, so it couldn't be all that bad), but if the state of the shop was anything to go by, this was a week she was not going to mind too terribly at all.
Therein was the nice thing about being from a pre-electricity society, in a trade that thrived on old fashioned technology where all you really needed was a fire and some simple tools.
Er, well, and metal, as she'd discovered that first week. The metal was pretty important, too, but there was no lack of any of that around here, now, was there? She didn't much care for the aesthetic of the place at the moment, personally, but she'd easily take it over the last few versions, in a heartbeat.
The Forge is open!