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fandomtownies2019-06-06 10:39 am
built_fjord_tough) wrote in fandomtownies2019-06-06 10:39 am
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Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday
Talking animals.
The whole damn island was full of talking animals. And you know, Fjord could probably accept that talking animals might be useful somehow, that being able to just walk up to something and say, 'Hello, bees!' might come in handy down the road.
But it also meant that every damn stray cat on the island had apparently singled him out to beg for scraps this week, and he had a small parade of them behind him by the time he made it to the Forge, gasping for breath and with watering eyes and thoroughly. Loathing. Being stuck. On this damn. Island.
Hell, Fandom. He'd take the radioactive wasteland again, just make the damn cats leave him the hell alone.
At least once he was at work, he could grab a broom and chase the damn things out again, being complained at the entire while.
[OOC: Open!]
The whole damn island was full of talking animals. And you know, Fjord could probably accept that talking animals might be useful somehow, that being able to just walk up to something and say, 'Hello, bees!' might come in handy down the road.
But it also meant that every damn stray cat on the island had apparently singled him out to beg for scraps this week, and he had a small parade of them behind him by the time he made it to the Forge, gasping for breath and with watering eyes and thoroughly. Loathing. Being stuck. On this damn. Island.
Hell, Fandom. He'd take the radioactive wasteland again, just make the damn cats leave him the hell alone.
At least once he was at work, he could grab a broom and chase the damn things out again, being complained at the entire while.
[OOC: Open!]