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fandomtownies2021-11-13 06:21 am
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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Saturday [11/13].
Thanks to a very fully belly and a relatively full fridge thanks to leftovers (which was impressive, considering the appetite of the guests for thay dinner!), Amaya went to bed last night dreaming of meat and skewers, and woke up the next morning charged and inspired to take a stab (ha!) at building up more for Dr. Lecter's growing culinary arsenal.
Only to come down to the shop and find a weapons wall full of inflatable and plastic swords, axes, cudgels, maces, and the like.
"Ah, zards!" she opined to tge rubber hammer laying against one of the anvils. "It's one of those weekends again!"
Which she usually didn't mind as much, on account of the fact that she usually changed with it and didn't know any better to be insulted by the implication of a weapons wall full of toys, but it seemed to have passed over her this time around. Which suited her just fine, as well. There'd be no complaints about spending a weekend being as awkward and shy as a wallflower in thick glasses and that awful headgear for her braces...
But this did sort of dash her plans for work that day.
"Well," she sighed, frowning at a few shuriken that now looked more like figet spinners, "back to the drawing board, I guess."
Quite literally, in this case, because what else could she do, really?
The Forge is open!
[[ me: I think i may take it easy this wee tiny. I work all weekend, so it'll just be a recipe for burn out....
Also me: 🤡🤡🤡 ]]
Only to come down to the shop and find a weapons wall full of inflatable and plastic swords, axes, cudgels, maces, and the like.
"Ah, zards!" she opined to tge rubber hammer laying against one of the anvils. "It's one of those weekends again!"
Which she usually didn't mind as much, on account of the fact that she usually changed with it and didn't know any better to be insulted by the implication of a weapons wall full of toys, but it seemed to have passed over her this time around. Which suited her just fine, as well. There'd be no complaints about spending a weekend being as awkward and shy as a wallflower in thick glasses and that awful headgear for her braces...
But this did sort of dash her plans for work that day.
"Well," she sighed, frowning at a few shuriken that now looked more like figet spinners, "back to the drawing board, I guess."
Quite literally, in this case, because what else could she do, really?
The Forge is open!
[[ me: I think i may take it easy this wee tiny. I work all weekend, so it'll just be a recipe for burn out....
Also me: 🤡🤡🤡 ]]