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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Monday [08/29].

Don't mind Amaya. She was just going to be pretty much spending a good portion of her day continually trying to chuck every little bit of luggage and baggage that popped up straight into the fire, everything from the nice broad ones that touched on abandonment issues and self-esteem and fear of commitment, to the more specific ones that were so kind as to remind her of things like 'why you have two anvils' and 'that one time you married someone you have genuine feelings for'.

Sure, she knew that they'd just be back as soon as she'd destroyed them, but it was the principle of the matter. It was the catharsis of it all, though it was a little concerning how they seemed to be getting more narrowed down and specific the more she tossed them in, regretting the moment when all that was stamped on them was a few names that would inevitably show up.

"I'm gonna need a bigger forge," she murmured, shaking her head, and poking at the slowly burning baggage with a stick to make more room for the next one.

The Forge is open!

[[ like I could even resist....]]

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Bigger forge would definitely be nice... especially since the large figure walking into the forge at that moment had an equally large amassing of luggage and bags of his own that kept pushing in as close as they could. This was despite multiple attempts to kick them away to give himself just a LITTLE room.

You were up for a business meeting get together right Amaya? There was a project that needed wrapping up after all.

"So... not just me then" Dwight said. He was 90% sure it was one of those island wide things. But with his luck? Well, ya never could tell for sure.

Just ignore the specifics of the bags. Nothing to see here... just labels like "childhood" "ex-wife" "military trauma" "family issues" "dead daughter you couldn't save" "father who wishes you were dead" and "bullet trouble". Yup, totally fine, nothing at all to see here!

And with that entrance, Amaya was absolutely looking over at Dwight with look of reproach, as she finished shoving that old 'absentee mother' chestnut into the fire.

"Very rarely," she pointed out, "is something this ridiculous showing up on an individual level, but if you were really curious about its range, Dwight, you could have just called."

But, nope. Instead, now she had to deal with trying to tactfully avoid looking at his while she could only pray that he'd be kindly doing the same with hers.

At least she'd been quick about burning up the one that just had his name on it, but it was only a matter of time before it popped up again, no doubt.

"Ah actually... no, I was here about the headboard. We had ~~handwavedly~~ set today for me to come and pick it up if it was ready."

Dwight was a gentleman and was doing his best to not accidently read any of those labels adorning the seemingly comparative pile of bags gathered at the other end of the forge around Amaya. Aaaaaannnd he was just gonna nudge that "unrequited love" one down behind the "failure" one.

"Guess I... should have called to check in considering. Sorry...." he said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Ahhhh, zards," Amaya stopped a moment to pinch the bridge of her nose, "was that today?"

Could have probably also called in a rain check on that one, too, you know!

"But, yeah," she sighed, taking a moment to just take a moment while she was doing so and not even wanting to see what baggage was showing up again, to the point where she still held the bridge of her nose as she stepped over a 'Fjord' and an 'emotionally stunted upbringing' toward one of the worktables, where she was forced to move thankfully apropos-of-nothing 'bit by a snake once' off of it so that she could pull off the cloth covering the project to show it off, "it's finished, unless you see anything you'd want changing."

Hey, there had been a lot and he was a bit distracted. Best judgement calls were not going to be his strong suite today. As evident by the less than graceful near trip over the bags labeled "HAVEN", "feelings of inadequacy", and "blood on your hands" that has suddenly seemed to pop up out of nowhere.

"I ummm... appreciate you getting this done for me. All things... considering..." he said trying to keep his eyes on the table and Amaya. But he was pretty sure he had seen one bag teeter on the edge of the table before falling off that had something about "marriage and elopement" on it. "It looks good... as always seeing its a Blackstone piece."

Amaya grimaced and made a face at that all things considering, which was a bit too close to acknowledging far too many things that she'd been reminded of enough already today, thank you very much, but that was as far as she'd allow herself to get to acknowledging it herself, and she nodded, resolving to keep her face much more inscrutable from here on in.

"Well," she said, kicking something that just showed up under the worktable without even seeing what it was. It was just some nonsense about working too hard to make up for other faults, so nothing too bothersome, but still! You could never tell! "You can always expect quality here, I guarantee it, and I'm just glad I could help. It was a good piece to work on. Not too challenging, but nothing I felt that I could just as easily pull off in my sleep, either."

"Well glad it was a good project. Mutually beneficial for us both then."

Dwight was about to say something else when a new bag popped up, conveniently on the table between where he and Amaya were standing. He tried to grab the bag and shove it off the table but it was deceptively heavy and took a little longer than he had hoped.

Not that is really mattered. It was just a knapsack with an actually very nice looking embroider label on it that said "Amaya and Kristoff". Absolutely nothing at all. No idea why that would even show up during some islands shenanigans like this.

"I'll let you know if any other projects come down the line" Dwight said. Man, Amaya needed to be careful with the luggage. The forge was obviously getting way too hot and stuffy from all the fire. "When... when things are a little less... hectic of course."

What's worse, is that the baggage did have a tendency to just sort of feed off each other, didn't they? Like the fact that, as soon as Dwight grabbed that knapsack from the table, it was almost immediately replaced with almost the exact same one, only instead of her and Kristoff, it was Dwight and Kristoff, so, hey, at least the island had the decency to let them know, in no uncertain terms, which was meant for whom.

But before she could move that, two more bags showed up next to it, one with 'Whisper and Zephyr' and one with just 'Whisper,' and she threw up her hands instead of moving either of them. "Oh, come on!" she had to groan, because she still didn't even know that guy, but, she would be the first to admit, that being haunted by someone you didn't even know was pretty damn traumatic.

She sighed, massaging her forehead again with a sort of air of defeat.

"Yup," she said. "You do that. When we're maybe just a little less....bagged down."

"Right... later would be good..." Dwight said, a look up to the sky and a very exasperated 'are you done yet?' look on his face. He knew better than to speak that question into existence but, it still had to be 'said'.

And the island seemed to give a definitive 'hell no' in reply as several other knapsacks and backpacks appeared on the table with equally specific labels on them by now, among them being "Lizzie", "Tuck", "Amaya", and "Tavin".

As bad as the first three were, that last one was what did it for Dwight. He grabbed it off the table and proceeded to sling is towards the doorway as he turned and started towards the door himself, knowing that the rest of the bags and suitcases would likely just follow along behind him.

"Well, I best be off. I'll be by the pick things up when things are a little less bagged down for us both. Ummm... just chuck anything that hangs around into the fire (as if he needed to ask her to burn these bags if any stuck around after he left).

"Oh, trust me," Amaya all but snorted, feeling at least the relief of the fact that she'd be back to having only one stream of continually horrible luggage to worry about. "They're already burntall going to need it.

Just like she was going to need to ignore that whole 'Physically Incapable of Talking about Feelings' that was big enough that it slamming down onto the table in front of her pretty much all but blocked her view of him and the door.

"Right well, see ya around Amaya, I..." Whatever Dwight was going to say got cut off as he tripped over the steamer trunk that suddenly appeared in front of him the glaring "Unwanted" label mocking him.

"Yeah, see ya around...." he muttered as he bent down and all but shoved the trunk ahead of him until it was out of the forge. This had better be a one day thing.

The luggage had started piling up on Aloy that morning, as it had on everyone around the island. In true Aloy fashion, she'd ignored it, and she was now striding into the forge with a very pointed sort of determination, the kind that said she was neither amused nor interested in what was going on here.

She was on a mission.

('WORK = LIFE', said a very mouthy trunk that she had to kick out of the doorway on her way in.)

"Hello?"

Hey, now, that was exactly the kind of trunk Amaya could relate to!

Amaya, who immediately responded to the greeting by rolling her eyes away from shoving another trunk into the forge, bracing herself to see what other idiot had thought it was a good idea to come into the forge today, only to blink a little bit in surprise, at the person being someone who, if they were familiar, it was only in the vaguest, broadest sense of a face one really hadn't seen for a while and had long since been shuffled away.

Which meant the potential for a new project had just strolled in.

She instantly cheered up, even despite her balance being slightly skewed for a second at the weight of a WORKAHOLIC bag that just draped itself over her.

"Hey, there!" she said. "Welcome to Blackstone Foundry and Forge. Don't mind the baggage."

No, seriously, don't.

"What can we do for ya?"

"Hi, I just got here," Aloy said, elbowing a WORKAHOLIC bag of her own out of the way in a brisk, businesslike manner. "I'm trying to change up the house I just moved into for my purposes. I'm going to need some good custom steel frames to house the computer systems, and maybe set up a training area with dummies and weapons, that kind of thing? I was hoping you could maybe help me along on at least some of that."

"I could easily help you out with most if not all of that," said Amaya, who would have normally have been ecstatic to hear words like that, and today, she was even more so. She gestured toward her own practice dummies, currently draped with a few 'SHYNESS', 'WEAKNESS', and 'FAMILY MATTERS' bags and one 'FINANCIAL INSECURITY' fanny-pack, and the weapons wall, which was, thankfully, currently clear of anything but weapons.

Wait, nope. Spoke too soon. The massive shuriken on the wall had managed to manifest another bag with 'Proof of Everything You Feared' dangling from one of its well crafted spikes, and she sighed.

"As you can see," she concluded, "I've got some experience there, and the steel frames won't be much at all, I imagine, unless you're talking really custom. I can probably get started on them as soon as possible if you've got the measurements ready."

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'WEIGHT OF THE WORLD (pt 1)', said the heavy box that popped up beside Aloy, along with several more of its bretheren.

She was as intent to ignore Amaya's as she was her own. "I do," she agreed. "Give me a second? Do you have pen and paper?"

She reached up to touch the little metal triangle that sat just above her ear.

Did Amaya have pen and paper! Sure, she had to shift past a few purses that decided to get in the way and remind her that she really should be wearing her glasses more often to reach them, but she had oodles of pen and paper.

Which she was now handing over to Aloy with a nod.

Aloy gripped the pen with one hand, while the other one moved the holographic display only she could see.

(GREW UP MOTHERLESS, said a small bag.)

She scribbled the dimensions onto the paper as she flicked through her display, making quick, curt, specific sketchmarks to denote how everything had to be shaped. "I don't think it should be too complicated," she said.

DOESN'T KNOW HOW NOT TO BE ALONE fell right on top of the note. She sighed. Loudly.

You know, up until that last one (which the island kindly countered with a DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BE WITH OTHERS on her end), a few of these Amaya would have just assumed were probably hers, actually. Not that she was paying any particular attention, of course, but she'd been peering over at the notebook as Aloy scribbled with curiosity, so it was kind of hard not to notice that last one, at the very least.

"Quick and easy," Amaya said with a staunch determination to focus on the work and only the work. "That's bread and butter right there, can hardly complain about that. I'd be happy to take this on for you. Or anything else you might need, that fists into my wheelhouse, or maybe point you somewhere else if it isn't."

Aloy pushed the bag out of the way with the same dogged determination she'd walked in with. "Are there any recommendations you'd make for a practice range, from a forge standpoint?"

"Well," said Amaya, tilting her head with her hand to her chin, a common enough gesture for her, but done so with a little extra determination, as if to show just how invested she was in thinking about this, right here, right now, and literally nothing else, thank you. "I suppose that depends, on what all it is you're going to be practicing."

"Well, I have my spear," Aloy said, helpfully slapping the damn thing on the counter. "And my bow and arrow. The targets should be a little sturdier than that, though-- just in case I'm working with fire or acid."

Well, and here Amaya was thinking there couldn't be a better way of grabbing her utmost attention than slapping a weapon like that on the counter for her to look impressed, but then you had to go throw in words like 'fire' and 'acid', too.

Amaya's brows lifted, as did her eyes.

"You want maybe moving targets?" she wondered.

Because she definitely wanted to work on some kind of moving target mechanism, now, ones that there had been particular care in making resistant to a whole slew of elements. In fact, she was wondering now if some of her materia might not come in handy with this one.

And, yes, yes, thank you, steamer trunk informing them all that Amaya sunk herself into her work to avoid dealing with other things, we all saw you, but you weren't exactly bringing anything new to the table right now, unlike Aloy, so you could just bugger off, she was busy!

If it helped, there was a new bag labeled throws self at work so hard there's no TIME to develop 'other things' sitting companionably near that steamer trunk, all of a sudden.

"Moving targets would be nice," Aloy said thoughtfully. "Back home I've never been able to get much more than... straw, standing ones. Those will do in a pinch, but they're not much of a challenge."

Amaya nodded. And you know what? There sure was just something about Aloy here that she could really relate to, although she couldn't quite put her finger on it...

"Might take a bit more doing, something like that," oh noooo, not thaaaat, not a project that would be difficult and challenging and most of all demanding of a lot of tiiiime!, "but it would be interesting to see what I could come up with. Already got a few ideas starting to churn away up here in the old noggin. Maybe I could get started on churning out these cases for you, and bring 'em on by when they're finished to help get 'em installed, and then really scope out what kind of space I'm working with."

"That would work," Aloy said approvingly. "I'm on 4 Apocalypse? There's a large space downstairs that should work just fine."

Turn the former art gallery into a bow-shooting... gallery: that was our Aloy.

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