Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Probably Friday Again [12/19].

[special_rabbit]

One minute, Amaya had felt the sudden burst of pain from a bullet piercing into her, and the next, she was blinking her eyes awake, in her bed, on what she could only assume was another Friday morning, safe and sound, the hints of a lobster scuffle going on in the next room. She found herself sucking in a somewhat shuttering breathe almost as if she couldn't believe it, a hand to her chest where she'd been shot, but there was nothing. Well! Thank goodness for that, maybe this time loop bullshit stuff wasn't so bad after all, but, boy, would she have been in trouble if things weren't going to haywire after all!

And things were definitely learned, and as nice as it was to not have been actually shot dead in the warehouse distract that day, she didn't think she could handle going over this day over and over and over. Especially since there was a good chance that there were a good amount of people like Dwight who couldn't even remember, and a few souls like herself that did, and that was just going to make things even more terribly awkward than they were already.

Right. So clearly the warehouse district and that island were dangerous, there was really no point in her even working on anything since there was a good chance it would all go back to where she started in the morning, so what else was there? She should probably ask around a bit more, see if anyone had any ideas on how to get things set to right again so they could just get on with their lives already.

Literally!

[[ open forge is open! Again! ]]

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[alwaysonguard]

"Hey Amaya!" A voice called out all too cheerfully for the past few days' events. "I brought coffee. Figured if you weren't busy we could go over a few ideas I had for those display cases of yours...."

Was this Dwight waltzing back in... AGAIN... as if nothing was out of the ordinary? Why yes, yes it was!

[special_rabbit]

It was practically like clockwork at this point, wasn't it, as Amaya looked over at Dwight with a dull utter lack of surprise and a weariness for the beats of the day (and how they might be minutely altered here and there) to follow. Up to and including, no doubt, one or if not both of them getting shot, or, more appropriately, based on their track record so far, worse than shot.

Whatever that might mean, at that point.

She tried to think, then, in that moment, frowning at him thoughtfully, how she could maybe prevent it this time, but that's when it hit her, almost as sharply as that bullet yesterday.

She wouldn't have to worry about him getting shot somewhere if he just couldn't go anywhere.

"Dwight!" Just like that, her expression immediately lit up. "Perfect! Just the man I was expecting to see! Come on in," she waved her hand to beckon him in further, as she moved around the counter toward the stairs....or, more specifically, toward the closet underneath it, "there's something I think you'll really want to see."

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight gave her a questioning look as he walked in and set the two cups of coffee he had brought with him down on the nearby table. He hadn't been expecting anything waiting for him at the forge. As far as he knew Amaya had not been working on anything specific for the cases just yet... She had her own personal projects she had been fiddling around with as far as he knew. But still, he was intrigued about the fact maybe she had been working on something in secret and was going to surprise him with it.

"Oh? What is it?" he asked, his curiosity piqued as he walked over to where Amaya was and stood in front of the closet door, looking at Amaya, waiting for her to tall him what was going on.

[special_rabbit]

"Oh, you'll love it," Amaya assured him with the utmost confidence as she unlatched and swing the closet door open, then gestured her arm toward it in an invite. "It's just tucked away here in the closet, light switch is right on the inside, go on in, have a look."

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight gave Amaya a look as if to ask why she didn't just show him, but he didn't vocalize that slight annoyance as he stepped past her and and walked into the closet. As soon as he was inside he reached out and flipped on the light, blinking slightly against the sudden brightness as he looked around.

"Ok... so where is this great thing I am supposed to look at?" he asked glancing around. "I don't see anything Amaya..." he started as he turned around toward her.

[special_rabbit]

Hoo boy, if he was irritated already by the vague mystery of it all, Dwight had better get ready, because it was at that moment that he'd find the door to the closet slamming shut. Amaya was quick with the latch, and the lock, and the heavy wooden bar to slide down in front of it to further secure it.

Why did she need to secure the closet from the outside so sufficiently?

It had come in handy before, at least!

And then she was busying herself with pulling a table over as well. She's have liked to have just blocked it with the Crumbler for extra precautions, but it wouldn't very easily fit.

"Trust me!" she shouted. "It's for your own good, Dwight! You'll thank me later! Or probably not! You're more than likely not even going to remember this come tomorrow anyway!"

[alwaysonguard]

"What are you...." Dwight didnt get to finish as the door slammed behind him and he heard a great deal of scuffling and movement going on on the other side of the door.

"Amaya! Amaya what is going on?" he called out as he banged on the door and tried to push it open. "Come on, this isn't funny Amaya! Open the door and let me out!"