fandomtownies | Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [11/19].

It had been...a bit of an odd week for Amaya, really, and she was hoping, by now, that she'd managed to squeeze in enough work at the forge to sort of get that oddness out of her system. Yesterday, she had to admit, was a bit rough. She was having trouble getting the new mace to replace the one from the wall to work quite right, which was particularly frustrating, because she was looking forward to making the new one extra spiky, but it just wasn't having it that day. The longsword had been easier, and so she went back to consider that one again this morning, after spending some time testing the weight and the heft and deciding how she wanted to shape the blade further before getting into anything like fancy details and things like that.

And, considering fancy details, she supposed she should be working a bit on those skewers for Dr. Lecter, but, well, she didn't think they would take too long, and you couldn't pound out an off week with skewers. No, sir, she needed nice big projects to sink her hammer into right now, so that she could really drive home her resolve that, well, technically, she and Irene never did say anything about when that business date might happen, so perhaps Amaya really should just cut the losses on the mace after all and hope by now Irene would just forget about it.

And once she managed to get that settled in her head as a prospect, the work started to come much easier, too!

The Forge is open!

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After all the work he had put in at the shop yesterday, Billy had been hoping for a good night's sleep. Alas, that was not to be the case.

He shouldn't have been surprised considering his bedroom at the moment consisted of a duffle bag that held his clothes and an air mattress on the floor. Wasn't exactly a setup conducive to a good night's sleep. So getting something a bit more comfortable was a high priority and he had already ordered a new mattress... he just needed everything else to go along with it.

So, there he was, standing outside the shop, watching Amaya work for a moment before taking the opportunity of a slight pause in the hammering to make his presence known.

"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt you but I was wondering if you could possibly help me with something?

The pauses were few and far between, but there were a few in there, since Amaya was not a machine, as much as she'd like to think so at time. So she blinked up from the sword as she was checking its progress from the last round of blows.

"Ah!" she said. "Didn't see you there! Come on in, I know it's a bit toasty in here, but I promise, the floor's not lava! What's on your mind? You looking for weapons?"

She had a few!

The forge area was quite warm, but it was a nice change from the chilly temps already falling outside. Billy walked in a little farther, immediately being hit by the sheer number of aforementioned weapons that were... EVERYWHERE.

"Ah no... no weapons, at least not now."

Where were you 10 years ago Amaya? He could have REALLY used some good swords in the middle of the Zombie outbreak ya know!

"Was actually looking to see if I could get some help with something more.... ummm.. domestic. I just moved into an apartment and I really have nothing in the way of furniture. I have a mattress coming in, but as of yet, no bed frame or anything. Think you could help out with that, or point me towards someone who can?"

"Well," said Amaya, setting the sword aside so she could give it some proper consideration with a hand to her chin, "if you're just looking for something quick and dirty, there's always the Isle of IKEA out that way, but if you're looking for quality...which, in a bed, I'd recommend, considering how much time most people spend in one, that would depend. I don't work with wood so much anymore, I got a guy for that on the other end of the island that'll do you right, but if it's metal you're interested in, you've come to the right place! Been a while since I've done some furniture, but I've had my fair share of bookshelves and tables here and there. Bedframe shouldn't be too difficult..."

And it might require some springs.

Springs! She could barely remember the last time she'd really worked with springs outside of the Crumbler,and so her attention was definitely grabbed.

"If you are meaning the handy man shop, I already went by. He's heading out on a trip and will be gone for a few days at least" Billy said. "I know I could wait, but I'd rather get started on this sooner rather than later.

"A trip?" Amaya blinked for a moment, as this news seemed to have struck an odd note in her that she wasn't exactly familiar with. Had Dwight mentioned a trip? She'd like to think she'd remembered if he had, but this week had been...well...and she'd had a lot...too much!...on her mind, so....ahhh, zards! She shook her head a little as if to clear it, because why didn't matter, anyway, if he'd mentioned it or not? It was his business and his alone, and she had no business at all sticking her thoughts into it!

And, besides all that, there was a customer right there front and center, and that was her business! Literally!

"And sooner as I can's what I got!" she offered. "You got dimensions on hand, by any chance? Material and style in mind? Or just basic, run of the mill, whatever you've got that's good and sturdy'll do?"

"Nothing overly fancy. Just a run of the mill bed frame for a full size mattress" Billy said simply. "I honestly have no idea what material might be best suited so I will leave that up to your expert discretion. I'm over in the MHA apartments so not too far to lug anything, so I should be able to manage."

"If anything," Amaya offered, hitching a thumb over her shoulder to the larger Frankenstein-contraption of wheels, saws, blades, pistols and sundry crouched in the corner, "I can always just load her up on Mrs. Crumbler over there and make the delivery myself. She's dynamite on the steps ever since I outfitted her with hydraulics! But, well, regarding material, what's your price range? And we can work from there."

Billy eyed the crumbler with an uncertain gaze before pulling his attention back to Amaya. Oh yeah... price. That was of course going to be an interesting part of this discussion.

"Price unfortunately is going to need to be as cheap as we can get away with still a half-decent quality frame. I just moved into a new apartment and I evidently have been given a shop here on the island by... someone.... but it's not exactly open and doing business just yet."

Broke Amaya. Aside from a week or two's worth of funds for supplies and cigarettes, he was broke.

"I understand if you want to wait till I can make proper payment up front. Totally understandable."

"Well," said Amaya, considering this new...and not too terribly promising...information, "what kind of shop is it? Maybe a little...bargaining," funny, how she suddenly felt much more cautious about that particular word since Wednesday!, "might be on the table."

"Not going to be much use for bartering" Billy said with a sigh, realizing he was most likely ending up doing the mattress on the floor bit again like when we was going to college. "It's a surf shop."

Yes yes, sentient island or whatever was messing with him, ha-ha very funny. Joke was fully on him. This was going to be one long and challenging winter that was for sure.

And Amaya was just going to take a moment to squint at Billy, because she surely must have heard that wrong.

"I'm sorry," she finally said, blinking a few times and shaking her head, "did you say serf shop?"

Ba-dah-ching.

"I...didn't think we...had something like that around here..."

"Umm Surf. As in surfer dude.... ay know... riding the waves and getting sunburned..." Billy said with a slight grin.

But very nice play there Amaya, very nice.

Just trying to do her Daventry heritage proud!

Amaya squinted a little, decided that something was definitely getting lost in translation here, and then decided that it really didn't matter. That just proved to her that this was clearly a situation where they'd best just deal in something everyone could understand and enjoy: cold hard cash.

"No matter," she said, waving her hand as if to dismiss it. "I'll get working on something, we'll see where we end up, and, if push comes to shove, we can maybe do some sort of payment plan."

And she'd just hope he didn't just disappear before the end of it. But if he did, maybe she could still get the bed back, to resell or melt down for other projects.

"Will definitely pay you as I am able to" Billy assured her. He thought about offering to help out around the place too, but he really didn't know that much about working in a blacksmith shop so that might be more of a burden than a help to Amaya.

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