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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[caduceusclay]

Honestly, today was a little weird. The jello rain had put a damper on any work that could be done at the graveyard. So Caduceus decided to take a walk, and explore the town. Luckily most of the jello matched his hair already.

And there to his surprise was a familiar face out on the stoop. "Fjord!" he called out and then paused. Ah. He had tusks. No. Not quite. "Sorry. I think I need to explain. I'm Caduceus Clay," he said holding out his hand for a handshake. "I know you but you don't know me."