Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday

[built_fjord_tough]

What was green, wiggly, large, and cranky?

Fjord trying to shake the jello off on the foundry's front stoop, not wanting to set foot inside today while he was sticky all over. He'd been around for December's strange precipitation, of course, but even the falling sugar was relatively innocuous compared to the slime that was slowly oozing its way down the back of Fjord's shirt, prompting another horrified shudder out of him.

He'd actually get to work eventually. Probably. But for the time being, he was mostly just wondering why it couldn't be raining something easy to deal with, like... he didn't know, maybe water.

Hell, as more jello squidged its way down his back, Fjord was reasonably certain he'd even take falling turnips.

[OOC: Open!]

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Re: NFB

[caduceusclay]

Caduceus got a little dreamy at the mention of the statue. There was more to that statue than it let as was the caretaker. But that was for another time.

“Well, nature is all about the cycle of life. Death is just a portion of it. There’s a story about that happened but it’s long and for another day. Just remember if you need to talk or just want a cup of tea you can find me over there. Or if you’re hungry. Not for this weird thing falling from the sky but I make a mean stew.”

Re: NFB

[built_fjord_tough]

"Stew sounds a hell of a lot more appetizing than..." Fjord gestured at the glop that was gathering in piles on the tarp, and then melting in the heat of the building. "You know, I might just take you up on that at some point, Caduceus. Thank you."

This was still... weird. Very weird.

But it didn't seem like a bad weird. Fjord could live with that.