Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord was apparently having A Day, today. The sort that came after a night of dreams about increasingly agitated serpent coils staring at him with countless glowing eyes under a roiling torrent of unfathomable darkness.

So, you know, the usual, but apparently bolstered more than a little bit by the current locale, so that the waking up drowning thing had happened... actually a few times last night, until he'd just given up on sleep completely and decided, instead, to go outside, take his chances with the raving maniacs, let adrenaline wake him up instead of a booming voice in an unending abyss.

By the time he made it in to the forge, Amaya had already headed off for class, which was a good thing. Gave him a chance to clean some of the blood off, bandage a few of his uglier wounds, and set up a particularly shiny sheet of metal on the wall opposite the doorway so that if anything peered in while his back was turned, he could be ready with a falchion in one hand and an eldritch blast in the other by the time they crossed the threshold.

He still loved the sea. Even after everything, here and back home, he still loved the sea.

But this had been a... trying week.

[OOC: Open!]

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[special_rabbit]

Well, Fjord wouldn't have needed that sheet of metal to know when Amaya was coming back in with the Crumbler; he'd have likely have heard the thing just fine, though she did kill the rotorblades and the thrusters and some of the other noisier bells and whistles (but not literal bells and whistles...surprisingly) when she arrived.

"Morning, Fjord!" she said, grunting as she went through the complex process that was getting the Crumbler back through the door and back to her spot. She'd made the doorway wide enough to accommodate, of course, but the Crumbler just seemed to like to protest about constricted spaces on sheer principle alone.

[built_fjord_tough]

Yeah, that was difficult to miss, really, and Fjord was throwing a grin over his shoulder in Amaya's direction before she was even through the door.

"Mornin', Amaya," he greeted, giving her a nod hello. "Class go well for you today?"

[special_rabbit]

"Well enough," said Amaya, finding another frown of worry for whatever it was Norman was going through right now as she manhandled the Crumbler back into position, rotorblades out in a spot that should make it pretty easy to clean them up. "No one catching their quenching oil on fire I ASSUME on heat treatment day's always a good day. I take it the lovely new residents of our recently submerged fair island haven't been giving you too much trouble?"

Certainly not as much as the cats.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Yeah, they haven't been too bad," Fjord replied, hiking up a shoulder slightly. "Nothin' I can't handle, anyway. A cat gets up in my business, I feel like a shithead gettin' it to back off. These things try, I got no remorse at all."

And it made for a great way to get 'woke up drowning again' off his mind.

"I see you're givin' the Crumbler a workout again this week."

[special_rabbit]

"Sure am," said Amaya, fondly, as she already swiped up a rag to wipe a particularly gross bit of...something she was just fine with not knowing exactly what it was, making a face until she found a bucket to drop that rag into. One quick glance at the front of the Crumlber and one thing was clear...she was going to need a bigger bucket. "Might want to cool it for a bit, though. She's probably running low on oil, and the supplies are a bit dwindling at the moment. Nothing a quick portal trip couldn't fix, granted, but she's gotten more action since this summer began than she had in the whole time since we packed up and moved here from Daventry!"

Not a complain, really, more like a marveling observation, although Amaya figured it would have been nice if some of that usage was monetized...

[built_fjord_tough]

"Must be nice, seein' her get put to use," Fjord mused, looking thoughtfully at the machine. "You want a hand cleanin' that off?"

There was, uh, a lot of... assorted sorts of goo on there.