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Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Thursday

Fjord had made his way in to the Forge today.

Wasn't... wasn't really certain what he was doing here, but he'd made his way in. His shape was all wrong. Even just swinging a hammer needed to be approached differently, accounting for certain... obstacles... that just weren't there ever before.

But still, he'd made his way in to the Forge.

He took a look around the place. And then sighed, settled in, and started cleaning and sharpening blades.

Had to keep busy somehow, anyway.

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At least there was never a lack of things needing sharpening around the shop, especially not with all the pieces Amaya'd started yesterday trying to figure things out. And at least there was also coffee.

"Morning, Fjord," she greeted, handing a nice big mug of said coffee right on over as she got downstairs. "What is this, now? Day four?"

And day two for her, and wasn't that just a thrill. It wasn't that it was necessarily bad, of course. She'd meant what she'd said last night about having gone through a whole lot worse. But it just wasn't her...

...and yet still enough of her that she knew it wouldn't be long before the parts that weren't were gonna start to just drive her right up the wall...

"Goin' on day four, yeah," Fjord agreed, immediately reaching to take that nice big mug of coffee. "I'd say I was almost getting used to it, but, ah..."

Nope. Not even a little bit.

"Day two for you," he noted. "Off to a good start, at least?"

It was hard to be off to a bad start with coffee, right?

"Better than it could be, I suppose," Amaya mused around her own mug. "I just keep thanking my lucky stars that I at least got some sort of warning, thanks to you all. Help cut down the shock of it, I'm sure. Yesterday might have turned out quite a bit different without that."

Actually, no, it probably wouldn't have been much different at all, save for a little more difficulty with clothing and quite a bit more zardses.

"Never in my life have I had to actually do less in order to be a trailblazer," Fjord noted, smiling wryly before taking a mouthful of coffee.

Hell, he'd needed that.

"Glad it made your yesterday easier'n it could've been, though."

"Well, on the bright side, I'm sure the next time--" Amaya, bright side and next time did not exactly work in this regard, but, hey, she was trying, "--maybe it'll be flipped and you'll get the warning."

She was also, obviously, giving the island and its logic far too much credit.

"But, either way," she continued, moving around over to the main counter, "if you do want to spend some time figuring things out, I've made some notes."

And she pulled a notebook out from underneath the counter, plopping it down on the top.

And then another.

And another.

"Feel free to look 'em over if you think it might be helpful." Because she figured it would be far less awkward for them both to do that than to have her go over the specifics of her newfound observations about the whole thing personally. "And, in other orders of business," because business was always going to be a much better thing to focus on, "you'll pretty much have to keep an eye on things here at the shop next week while I'm gone. Any big orders coming in, you just let them know I'll get on it as soon as I get back, but anything else, I'd like you to go ahead and try to tackle on your own. You can handle most of the little stuff just fine by now, I'd think."

"I think I can handle that," Fjord replied, idly reaching out to pick up one of the notebooks in order to flip through it.

This was... going to be an educational experience, for sure.

"Didn't realize the school trip was so soon," he noted. "Easy to fall out of the loop when you take a few steps away from the school, I suppose."

"It kind of snuck up on me, too," Amaya admitted, with a small shake of her head, her brow furrow just a bit more obvious now that it was slightly lower and not covered with bangs. "I might have to shift around a few of my projects, but I suppose that's just par for the course around here. It wouldn't be Fandom if there wasn't something being thrown through a loop, right?

"Which reminds me," she added, like she was going over some very disorganized checklist in her head, "Seivarden'll have a key to the apartment, to look after the plants, so if you hear anything moving around up there, don't worry too much. It's probably just her, unless, of course, something does happen next week thing might be cause for concern, in which case, I'll trust your judgement. But I'll admit, I'm probably going to be a little put out if I come back and this place isn't anything more than just a hole in the ground."

And not even just for the loss of business! It seemed a shame to miss out on whatever could manage to do that.

Fjord just... raised his mug and had himself a nice long swig at the name, 'Seivarden.' Best to refrain from comment there, though he was having himself a nice little fantasy about sending an eldritch blast directly up her ass end.

"If something hits next week while you're away that's capable of that, I'll be sure to direct all explosive retaliation away from the Forge," he promised. "You know, I really kinda like the place. Wouldn't want anything to happen to it."

And if Fjord really felt the need for such an eldritch blast, Amaya probably wouldn't really blame him too much, just, please. Not while she was in her greenhouse.

That thing took forever.

"I'm pretty fond of it myself," she noted with a grin and a lift of her cup before taking a drink. "I'm sure it'll be nice and quiet, though, so much so that it'll be enough to drive you a little crazy, especially with so many people gone."

"All the more reason to come in and swing that hammer more," Fjord decided. "Make a little noise to compensate. It ain't the quiet I mind, it's the sitting stagnant. And that?" He toasted her with his coffee right back. "That's always had an easy fix."

"Speaking of not sitting stagnant," said Amaya, after just the kind of appreciative drink that made her wonder if she needed to invest in a bigger mug, "and easy fixes, you get a chance to bother Duke about boats yet?"

"You know, matter of fact, I did?" Fjord grinned a little. "Went out on the water with him on Tuesday, he showed me the engine in that thing and we talked ship for a bit." He gave his head a shake. "Hell of a nice setup he's got there," and he wasn't even talking about the state room. "Looks like it's done completely different in this place than anything I'm used to, but then, how else are you going to get a boat that size to do anything with just one man at the wheel?"

There was a long pause.

"I have a lot to learn about engines, if I want to maintain a rig like the Cape Rouge."

Amaya had to grin a little at that herself. At all of that, really, but especially the last part.

"Sounds like you've got a lot of work ahead of you, then," she noted.

"Sounds like I do," Fjord admitted. "But I think I'm up to the challenge."

A beat.

"Once I get my hands on a boat, anyway. Hell, I get one big enough, maybe I can switch 'hotel room rental' costs over to 'docking fees.' Wouldn't be so bad, having a home I can move around when I feel the urge to roam a little."

"Not to mention," Amaya pointed out, "it'd be your very own, at that. Something like that would carry a lot of water," yeah, yeah, yeah, "if you were to ask me."

The 'water' comment managed to coax a small snort of a laugh out of him.

"It'd be new," he noted. And paused. "Having something 'my very own,' I mean. Not the boat itself. Whatever I end up getting is going to have to be one hell of a fixer-upper. Boats that size aren't cheap."

Hell, even boats a fraction of that size weren't cheap.

"No," Amaya agreed, sounding faintly amused, "I don't imagine they are. But all that blood and sweat," she obviously didnt believe in tears, "it'll make it even more yours than any title or deed or down payment. And, hey, if it seems like a bit much to handle all kn your own...just teach a class on boat repair and get a bunch of the kids to do it. Worked pretty well for this place, right? But I don't see you having much of an issue there, Fjord."

Fjord had to laugh a little at the boat repair class suggestion.

"Hey, if the kids at the school can put up a place like this and not have it comin' down on their heads, there's even a chance the boat would still float by class three or four," he mused, grinning. "That's promising."

"Well, I did do more than a little support work and the really heavy lifting between classes," Amaya admitted. "But they did help get the bones down, and that's the important part. Glad that happened thr summer before last, too. This ast summer would have been a logistical nightmare."

"Can't picture building anything through this last summer," Fjord agreed. "You'd get the frame up and the next day it'd be rotted away, or underwater, or some combination of the two. Maybe flat and made of little squares or lost in some hedge-maze..."

This summer had been very weird.

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