Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord wasn't wearing his armor today at Caritas.

And yes, that was weird.

After getting home from work through yesterday's jello rain, he'd spent a good chunk of the night just cleaning it off because that crap was hell on leather, which meant that today he was letting it just sort of... dry a bit.

So if anybody ever wanted to see Fjord tending bar in a white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans with his usual knee-high boots and not much else, today was absolutely your chance.

Yes, he felt weird about it. But that was probably mostly because Tino and the zombies were all kind of staring at him, trying to figure out what to make of it.

"You'd think it was my first time wearing a plain white shirt around here."

Kind of was, Fjord.

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[biotic_psychotic]

Jack was sore all over and kind of happy about it. She went off to the bar because while some people took NSAIDs, she was more a believer in the healing power of whiskey.

Fjord's outfit was definitely noticed. "Hey, you look nice in street clothes," she complimented him, "How you been, Fjord?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"Is sticky an appropriate answer to that question?" Fjord gave Jack a crooked little smile, already reaching for the whiskey bottles. "I'm fairly sure my answer is, 'sticky.'"

Was his brain just skirting around the compliment entirely?

You betcha!

"How the hell are you doin', Jack?"

[biotic_psychotic]

"'Sticky' is never an appropriate answer to anything," Jack smirked faintly, "but considering the rain yesterday, the judges will accept it. I mean, I went sliding through the shit for a few hours on purpose down at the park. It was fun."

[built_fjord_tough]

"... Slidin' through it?"

See Fjord. See Fjord looked utterly baffled.

"Why?"

See, he could understand if she'd slipped, but for hours?

[biotic_psychotic]

"Didja miss that whole 'it was fun' part? Grabbed a tarp, got a run up, flopped down and.." Whoosh noise and hand slide along the bar. She was quite pleased.

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord watched that hand make that run along the bar, still faintly perplexed.

"This is one of those, 'for the thrill of it' things, right?"

His childhood hadn't been much of one and he really hadn't spent any time catching up on it, either. It probably showed.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack grinned and nodded. "Sticky, slimy, completely filthy and disgusting thrill of it. It had less surface drag than snow so once you got momentum going.." Another hand-slide and a sharp whistle. Vroom!

[built_fjord_tough]

"Sounds... fun?"

He was so bad at this.

"Almost sorry I missed it. Had to do some damage control on my armor instead."

[biotic_psychotic]

"It was," Jack chuckled, "You would've enjoyed it. Except the whole slimy shit in your armor part. Cuz man, that crap got every-damn-where. It was great!"

[built_fjord_tough]

"On a scale from mud to seaweed, how horrible did it feel?"

Look, Fjord had a lot of experience with both. It seemed like a good measure, anyway.

[biotic_psychotic]

"Slimy mud," she answered, "The kind with no traction, not the bootsucker stuff."

[built_fjord_tough]

"The slick shit, huh?" Fjord wrinkled his nose a bit. "Yeah, I wound up kissin' that shit on more than one occasion. The fact it was actually edible help any?"

[biotic_psychotic]

"Worse," Jack noted, "At least mud just smells like honest dirt. This shit was fruity smelling. It was so gross, Fjord."

Yup. Grinning like an idiot when she said it.

[special_rabbit]

Amaya had had one of those days yesterday where she got so wrapped up in shitty ass irl something, it was almost like the day had completely disappeared; the only reason she knew it was even Friday, if she was honest, was the squirrels poking at her about radio that morning. If that didn't call for a tavern night, she didn't know what was.

She'd sort of fallen out of the habit a bit these last few weeks, anyway. Good for her wallet, sure, but not for the company.

"Evenin', Fjord," she said, offering a nod as she sat, and winced a little at the eyeful of the less-than-typical garb. It didn't take much, especially with her broadcast earlier, to put a few of those things together.

"Sorry 'bout your armor," she offered. "Jello didn't take to kindly to it, I'm guessing?"

It was a bit weird, but she wasn't about to say anything about it. But this was also a woman who had pretty much just a few changes of just about the same clothes because it was just easier.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Evenin', Amaya," Fjord replied, nodding her way and already reaching for a mug to pour her ale into. "Yeah, turns out, that crap don't play great with leather. I'll be kickin' the shit out of it later just to be sure it can still handle a beating, wouldn't want to find out the hard way if I'm throwin' down against something."

It would be fine.

[special_rabbit]

"Yeah," Amaya agreed with a wry, crooked sort of grin, "that'd be a good dose of bad timing right there. And, well, if you need to use the shop for anything...vices, presses, hammers...you're welcome to it. You could probably come up with some good ways to put it to a real test in there."

She literally already had about a dozen.

Although half of them would probably lead to her just needing to buy Fjord new armor.

Leather was great and all, but it wasn't exactly metal.

[built_fjord_tough]

And Fjord was kind of emotionally attached to those armor pieces. He grinned a little, looking thankful, and slid her usual ale across the bar to her.

"I appreciate it," he replied. "I might even have to take you up on it. I can only put it through so much punishment on my own before I need to start branching out, after all."

[special_rabbit]

"And you know how I feel," Amaya said, nodding as she caught the ale easily, and took that first gulp, completel with the requisite bit of foam needing to be wiped off her lip immediately afterwards, "if it can't deal out some damage, then what's even the point of keeping it around?"

Well.

Unless they were talking about her plants, that was a bit different, but even some of those...

[built_fjord_tough]

"Yeah, and I ain't about to take a sword to it," Fjord replied. "A hammer, though? See if it can take a hit without cracking? That's plenty useful, right there."

[special_rabbit]

"Very useful," Amaya agreed stoutly. "Nothing worse than discovering it'll crack on you when you least want it to."

Then she frowned a bit thoughtfully, as she had another drink of her ale, coming out from it with a tilt of her head. "What you think you'll do if it does crack?"

She could hold her own on a little leatherwork here and there for her weapons and for other various little necessaties, but when it came to armor, if it wasn't plate or chain, it was a bit out of her wheelhouse, and with all the offerings the island had, she couldn't think of anywhere that could offer us some good leather armor like that.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Tryin' not to think too hard about it," Fjord admitted, grimacing. "I ain't really made for plate, and livin' along the coast I'd be worried the chain would rust. I guess I'd..." He sighed. "I'd see if anyone knows a better way to preserve it, I guess. Save what's left, or find out if it's too late to keep the rest from goin' the same way. It isn't exactly easy to replace, I'm afraid."

Back home, sure. It wasn't anything fancy. But he'd rather not, even there.

[special_rabbit]

Amaya winced a little, her expression going a little apologetic with its sympathy. "Sorry," she said. "I'll stop mentioning it."

She just got a little...invested. In good quality gear and the assurance that people had it.

"If push comes to shove, though," she added, though that would be her last point on it if she could help it, "I'm sure I can also dredge something up for you back home. No good leatherworks in Daventry, but there might be something decent 'round Llewdor or Kolyma these days."

She gave a firm nod with the offer, as if putting the quench on the topic for good.

[built_fjord_tough]

"If push comes to shove... I might even take you up on that," Fjord replied, and then he gave her a little answering nod and a smile, happy to let it sit at that. "So," he said, leaning into another topic, "how's your week been?"

[special_rabbit]

"Oh," Amaya shrugged a little, "you know. The usual, I suppose. Got my office filled with gadgets now, so I've been doing a little bit more work up there. Didn't actually have a lot of visitors in for the weekend, either, just the one, and he was nice," and not at all a twerp. "Mostly just surprised his sister was so keen on learning some of the more...antique skills I tend to teach in my class."

And speaking of which...

"Got a gift from one of my students, too, which was..." Still something she was wrapping her head around, "...nice."

[built_fjord_tough]

"A gift, huh? Somethin' tells me nobody polished up an apple to give to you," Fjord mused.