Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday

[built_fjord_tough]

Where the hell the mushrooms had come from overnight was beyond Fjord. He'd woken up today, realized it was a Thursday (beyond all probability lately, it seemed), and had set out to work, only to almost plummet to his goddamn doom one step out of the hotel.

...

So, mushrooms. And platforms suspended on nothing that dropped if they reached the end of their... chains? Ropes? It was hard to tell with this much in pixel.

When he finally made it to work, he was holding a turtle shell under one arm and his armor was red and white, but the fireballs were kind of redundant when he could already throw eldritch blasts around like they were nothing.

So, to work?

At least the fireballs were good for heating up the forge, he supposed, setting the turtle shell down gently on a counter so it didn't go sliding around the room.

[OOC: I am conscious what. Not likely to last but openish!]

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[special_rabbit]

Amaya had defintiely gotten into the habit of glancing out the window as part of her morning routine this summer, and if today's view didn't got an make a person chalk one more point up for the benefits of living right above your shop, she didn't know what would. Also, she was feeling pretty glad she wasn't afraid of heights. And even though it hadn't seemed quite as consistent as usual lately, she fell easily into her other habit of making coffee and heading downstairs, with a white cyllander shake in each of her hands that you could tell were filled with coffee by the cute little pixelated steam cloud bobbing lightly over each one.

"'Morning, Fjord," she greeted, nodding, handing one of those supposed coffee mugs over to him and finding herself equal parts surprised and not surprised to find he made it in. Funny how that worked. "I suppose today's probably not the best day to go send you out on some errands, is it?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"Wouldn't complain much if you had errands you needed run," Fjord replied, grinning a little as he took his... coffee cylinder with a nod. "I ain't afraid of heights, at least. Made it here, didn't I?"

He hadn't even made it here when the worst he had to worry about was whether he'd trip and end up on a beach somewhere.

[special_rabbit]

"Well," said Amaya, "you're the one who really had to take the trouble to be here today," which was becoming an...unexpected rarity, really, but some things just couldn't be helped, "so if anyone's running errands, it'll be me. You never want to skip leg day, after all, and I'd have to say that out there right now's just about the leggiest leg day you could ask for."

She gave a slightly rueful look around the shop, though, and its lack of blades and abundance of flowers and hammers and, a bit more recently, shells. "Not that there's a whole lot to do around here today, anyway," she noted, apologetically. "Not unless you're in a carpentry mood, anyway. I scorched a worktable in here pretty good on Monday..."

[built_fjord_tough]

"I can do carpentry just fine," Fjord offered, glancing around. Yeah, he was good on flowers already, thanks. "Probably just a matter of sandin' it down, anyway. Little elbow grease is all."

Really, he could probably just beat it with a hammer on a loop for a while and that'd do it.

It would also work for palette swaps, if Amaya wanted it in a different color.

[special_rabbit]

"It's something, anyway," said Amaya, content in the fact that if there was one thing Fjord wasn't adverse to, it was a little elbow grease.

Well, actually, she imagined there was a multitude of things Fjord wasn't really adverse to, but that one ranked pretty high on both the useful and admirable scales. And, she supposed, the applicable to today scale, too.

"Meanwhile," she said, after a thoughtful sort of sip of her mug, "I think, now that I'm looking at them, I might take it upon myself to see what I can do to fashion some of those shells into a sort of armor. A bit more...stately, I think, and effective, over those raccoon outfits and frog suits I've been seeing cropping up. And maybe, if I'm lucky, it might just stick around, too, once the week is over. And if not?" She shrugged. "Not a bad source for inspiration, really..."