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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Thursday [07/04].

Amaya Blackstone was already having one heck of a morning, and she'd only just opened her eyes. Because Amaya Blackstone opened her eyes to find herself laying on the floor of her bedroom, her bed no where to be found.

...first of all, what?

Second of all, what type of yahoo steals a bed? While someone was sleeping in it?

Although, really, they probably wouldn't have gotten away with it if it weren't for the fact that Amaya snored louder than the Crumbler...loud enough to not even realize that someone was literally stealing the bed out from underneath her.

Granted, a quick overview of the room...and in a moment the rest of the apartment...would prove that nothing else was missing. And usually, that sleep-depriver would be hunted down and fed to the Crumbler, the today was...well, Amaya didn't really trust going anywhere if she didn't have to, because even if she knew who it was or where to find them, she'd have one heck of a time trying to even get to them.

So it was with a confused grumble that she got herself up from the floor, yawned a little, stretched out the kinks that were definitely knotting up her entire back, and went to get dressed and make coffee, coming down into the shop ready to launch into a tirade that was sure to amuse.

"'Morning, Fjo--" she started, then blinked, and supposed she should have realized that the forge hadn't even been started yet to indicate that he wasn't there, but, to be fair, she was a little understandably off this morning. She blinked, holding the two mugs of coffee in her hands, and wondering if whatever the island was doing had gotten him again this week, or if he was just running late due to the fact that it was a constantly changing maze out there that made going anywhere pretty difficult.

So. No bed. No apprentice. This was turning out to be quite the day, wasn't it? Amaya sipped her coffee thoughtfully, figuring that if Fjord wasn't in by the time she finished the first mug, she'd start in on the second (you snooze, you lose, Fjordie), and then head on up to work on the greenhouse a bit more because what else was she really going to work on?

And though she didn't suspect maybe people would be bothering to try to make it there that day, she still had up her THANKS FOR COMING IN! Working upstairs! Please ring bell for service! signs up, but she'd also added a few more signs that said: YOU TOO FJORD. Let me know if/when you get here, because boy do I need to complain to SOMEONE about THIS!!!

It took...several boards to add all of that, but they tacked on to the other one quite nicely, she nodded her satisfaction, and then headed on up, figuring nothing could really go wrong if she was just upstairs, working on that greenhouse.

Of course, that was exactly what the goblins had wanted you to do, Amaya...

[[ LOOK. Goblins stealing Amaya's bed while she's still IN it and her not noticing because she snores too loudly is CANON and I am gonna use the CRAP out of it! Post is definitely open...at least before she gets goblinnapped, because, yup, that's definitely canon too! or heck, swing on by and ring the bell to no results after she's goblinnapped, too, if'n you want! ]]

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If Fjord was here Seivarden was going to ignore him. She was here to see if Amaya was ok. Not that she would ever say that, because neither of them would be likely to appreciate it.

Not sure whether to be worried about the note or not, she rang the bell.

"Amaya?"

Amaya, at that time, had gotten started on some welding, to really make sure the glass was in place, a task that she was going to be thoroughly engaged in, loud and her attention focused behind her goggles, good and distracted, and to the goblins were just biding their time a moment longer for just the right opportunity to pou---

---and then they scattered, as the bell started ringing, pulling Amaya's attention back out of her welding and toward the little device. "Well, it's about time!" she said, pulling the goggles up off her face, turning off the welding gun, and brushing off her skirt a bit before climbing down the ladder to head back through the apartment and down into the shop.

"Fjord, you are not going to--" But she stopped, blinked, and realized that it wasn't Fjord at all. Not even a little.

But it was still someone she could complain to!

"Ah, Captain," she said, grinning slightly, taking a second to wipe the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand. It was pretty warm out there, and then add a welding gun to the mix... "Hey, there. Something I can do you for? Or were you just trying to get somewhere else, got turned around and lost, and decided you might as pop in and say helo while you were here?"

"I was wondering if you wanted tea," she said, holding up a thermos. "It's probably cold though, it took a while to get here. I fucking hate this place!"

She paused, then added:

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Oh, nothing too important," Amaya shrugged, "just upstairs putting some finishing touches on the framework for the greenhouse, really, but I'm probably overdue for a break. Been at it all morning, really, and zounds, am I tired! You're never going to believe what happened this morning! Or, well, I suppose it would have been last night...but, yes, I'd love some tea. I can grab a pot to put it in, we can warm it right in the forge if you'd like, unless you think that thermos could handle the heat? Then I'll tell you all about it."

And would she! She'd had complaints and tirades and rants building up in her head the whole time she was ranting, but the greenhouse glass didn't make for a great conversationalist.

Seivarden wrinkled her nose a little. "No, we can't heat it. Better make some new if you have any. But tell me, what happened?"

Maybe they could hate the island together?

Amaya didn't see anything wrong with just reheating it; it seemed a little wasteful otherwise, but she shrugged, and chalked that up to another uncivilized point. She certainly had more tea, anyway, but it was upstairs, and would have to wait, because it was complaint time.

"Somebody," Amaya started, and she'd barely even started the word before the ire and outrage came swinging right back in full force, as strong as it had been the moment she woke up and realized what had happened, "stole my bed!"

It was completely uncivilised, but Seivarden wasn't going to point that out.

But.. where were you sleeping?"

It wouldn't really surprise her if Amaya had been working all night in the forge though.

And that really wouldn't be a bad or unlikely guess, really.

"In it!" she elaborated, with a whole new level of incredulousness.

Honestly, she was a little impressed about that, as well, because...zounds! But also who stole a bed?? With someone sleeping in it??

"I woke up this morning on the floor, my bed? Nowhere to be found! Can you believe that? What kind of yahoo steals a bed while you're still sleeping in it? And the most curious part? Nothing else is missing..."

Yet. Because the real prize they were after was standing there talking to someone in a shop at the moment.

"You didn't wake up?" Seivarden looked confused at first, then muttered: "Aatr's tits, I hate this island."

She drew in a breath. "Right, we really need some tea."

With that she walked past Amaya, heading for the stairs.

A move that lifted Amaya's eyebrows right into her bangs and took the comment she had about her snoring right out of her mouth. "Now, hold your snutes there, Captain," she said, moving past Seivarden in an attempt to cut her off at the pass a bit. "I'll get it. I think I've already had enough people rooting around in my apartment that weren't me for one day."

And just because she'd spent a few weeks as a cat acting like she owned the place didn't mean she did. Plus, Amaya'd just had her whole bed stolen; she might be feeling a little defensive about her private space right now.

"You just hold tight," she said, "and keep an eye on things while I make it If anyone comes in...." and here she did grin a little again, "you can just tell 'em about swords."

It was hard getting out of that cat habit, but Seivarden stopped, realizing her mistake.

"Of course," she said, holding up a gloved hand. At Amaya's comment about swords she smirked though. "I'll do my best."

Amaya nodded, though she was pretty sure if someone had wandered in looking for a sword and had Seivarden trying to close the sale, she'd likely never sell another sword in this town again.

So it was a good thing swords weren't exactly hot commodities when most people wouldn't even be likely to find their way to the shop, anyway. She was pretty sure even the troopers would have trouble, and they were literally right next door!

Making the tea also gave her the opportunity to do yet another quick perusal through the cupboards to quadruple check whether anything else was missing, but, nope, nothing, nada, zilch, which only made her shake her head a bit, marveling over the strange puzzle that was people who stole beds, while people were still in them, and nothing else.

Although she now realized that, if that bed wasn't back by Monday, that would definitely be grounds to file a stolen property report, and Mondays were Diaz's desk day at the station, and the look on her face at having to file that report alone would almost make the whole thing worth it.

Either way, the tea was finished, and Amaya had actually narrowly escaped another attempt by the goblins to snag her again on account of their very poor timing; just when they were about to make a move, she started back down into the shop, with a whole pot (today was definitely a whole pot sort of day...even after all the coffee she'd had) and her fanciest cups (which weren't really even all that fancy, truth be told, but they were nice) for the occassion.

"Here we go," she said. "Tea, that isn't cold or wasn't just reheated."

Though she still didn't know what would be wrong with that. She set the tray on the counter so she could better pour Seivarden a cup and pass it over before pouring her own.

That was because you weren't civilized enough, Amaya, but Seivarden could overlook this.

"Perfect!" she said. "Now, where were we? The island is terrible and someone stole your bed while you were sleeping in it?"

It was a work in progress! But tea and gloves weren't half bad for an uncivilized cretin, now, was it?

"The island is terrible," Amaya agreed with a nod and a careful, heat-testing sip, "and someone stole my bed while I was sleeping in it. And I'd be out there right now trying to track down those sleep-deprivers and show them what's what if it weren't for the first part. I'm thinking I'll have to leave about a hour early for movie class if I want to make it even remotely on time. That's an hour that could be used for something!"

"You're right about leaving early," Seivarden said. "Not that I had anything else planned. I definitely won't let Issa out."

She added: "So, no traces of the bed?"

Amaya snorted slightly, and then would absolutely deny until her grave that that snort had anything to do with the idea of Issa out there trying to deal with that.

But it was hard to be amused with incredibly frustrated cats in light of a completely missing bed. Amaya's expression sobered a bit as she shook her head. "Not even a scuff on the door from them trying to get it out," she said. "Which half makes me think maybe it was magicked away, or even just, poof, disappeared all on its own volition, but who knows, especially with how crazy the weeks have been 'round here lately. But...I suppose, if you get home and find yours missing, too, let me know. It could be a thing. Or anything else for that matter."

"Anything could be a thing here," Seivarden pointed out. "I'm sorry about your bed. It could be worse though, I came here because..."

Because she was worried something had happened to her.

"...you might need some help. With..."

She gestured with her hand.

"The maze."

"Believe me," Amaya murmured dryly, "I'm sorry about it, too. No point in getting another one yet, either, considering it'll probably be back on Monday. Until then, I guess I'll get to see how comfy that couch is."

Spoiler alert: it would not be comfy at all, but, thankfully, Amaya wouldn't discovering that after all. Which was sort a silver lining if you squinted hard enough.

As for the rest of it? She shrugged. "The maze hasn't been so bad, really," she said, quirking her head toward the side of the shop, "not with the Crumbler around; she barges right through those walls like it was nothing! Gets a little tricky when it's things actually changing and not just walls popping up, but I think I've been having a better time with it than most. You, too, it seems, considering you were set for here and actually made it."

"Well, it took a while," Seivarden said. "I didn't have the Crumbler."

She could see how it could be useful here though.

"Or something that would fly."

"Too bad everyone doesn't have jet packs," Amaya, who knew almost nothing about jet packs except that they existed and were cool but was now somewhat determined to learn more about them and possibly make them because it could be useful around here!, mused, "otherwise we could all get around no problem."

"Some people have ships, and they don't even use them," Seivarden said.

They might be bad ships, but they could probably fly.

"Those ships might even have guns."

"Seems like a good waste of a ship, if you ask me," Amaya noted, as if she had any idea about anything with ships except what she saw in all the films. "Though, to be fair, I'm sure a lot of 'em are having difficulty even just getting to them, much less getting the chance to fly 'em on out of here right now."

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