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In the Junkyard, Friday Afternoon

Poking around the junkyard was not exactly how Anders planned to spend his Friday after lunch. Then again, Anders never really plans out how he's going to spend his days, other than classes and the fact that Friday is Official Date Night.

Which will happen later today. After he showers, because he's going to need it once he's done here.

But for now, Anders is a boy on a Mission, and he's not going to stop until he finds what he's looking for, or so he tells himself.

Too bad he didn't think about how he plans to get what he's looking for back up to campus, assuming he finds it.

[OOC: Come. Ask him what he's doing. Make fun of him.]

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Quark is a Ferengi on a mission. He's pretty sure that idiot whatever-he-is GIR had thrown out some perfectly good Ferengi rain slippers, still in their case. So he was here to find them. Sort of. He was here to see if they were lying somewhere easily spotted and easily extracted without getting his hands or anything else dirty.

Spotting someone else who is definitely digging through the junk is a little off putting. But Quark knows a mark when he sees one.

"Hey," he says, pointing a finger. "How'd you like to make a quick twenty bucks?"

Okay, so this was kind of unexpected, because who else in their right mind goes poking through the junkyard on a Friday afternoon? Anders blinks, straightens up, and wipes his hands off on his jeans. "Me? Twenty bucks? What?"

"I need someone to go poking through here to try and find a small metal box, about so big," Quark says with a gesture. "Twenty to look for it, another twenty if you find it. It should have pair of slipper inside of it."

"I can try," Anders offers, glancing at his watch, "but I'm kinda on a time limit here. Metal box with slippers, huh? Don't suppose you have any idea where I should start?"

"It was thrown out recently. I expect it isn't buried too deep," Quark walks forward and places four crisp five-dollar bills in Anders' hand. "Stop by the apartment complex with the box, if you find it."

Quark then nods and gets out of the junkyard liek whoa.

Pippi is riding around on Old Man in an attempt to get him out of his dorm room more often. If she lets him hang out up there to much he may get to fat to get out the door!

The thinks she might hear stuff going on in the Junkyard.

Curious, she and Old Man amble in to see if they can echo-locate the source.

Anders is still prowling around the piles of junk when he hears hooves and looks up to spot Pippi and Old Man.

"Hey, Pippi!" he calls out, waving at her. "What brings you down to the fabulous junkyard?"

"Well we were just out for a ride and I heard a noise, so I guess you brings me to the fabulous junkyard!"

She grins, "What a marvelous place for thing-finding! Have you found anything good yet?"

"Not yet so far," he replies, glancing around, "though this weird little short guy with big ears and funny teeth offered me twenty dollars if I could find a metal box with slippers in it for him. Which was not what I'm here looking for, actually, but I can't turn down a little extra cash."

Pippi thought that rather sounded like Bloom; but he wouldn't have any money to give for a cup of coffee much less a metal box with stippers.

"What'cha lookin' for?"

"A broken motorbike of some kind," he says, peering around a mountain of trash. "Birthday gift for my girl. I know that sounds kinda funny? But she's great with mechanical stuff and loves fixing things. And I thought that way, she could fix it up and we could use it."

"Oh! Motorbikes are ever so much fun!" said Pippi clapping her hands like girls in old books do when they're happy. "Greg took me for a ride on his before he left. I'm sure you and Cally will love it."

She slid off the horse and kicked an old bucket out of her way.

"Would you like some assistance in your quest?"

"That'd be awesome!" Anders nods excitedly, prodding a rusty piece of sheet metal with an old broomstick to see what might be underneath. "I mean, you'd think it wouldn't be too hard to spot one, maybe, but who knows?"

He wrinkles his nose a little as the sheet metal falls away with a clang to reveal a rather ripe, moldy old rubber tire with what looks like the remains of a mouse nest inside. At least, he hopes it's just a mouse nest.

"Oh yeah. When I'm done here? Definitely shower."

"Well, you'll be on your own for that." she says as she scrabbles up a pile of rusty... stuff.

"Not necessarily, but yeah, not what I meant." Anders laughs and, climbing not really being a good idea for him, takes the broom handle and prods around the bases of a few more junk piles.

So far, he isn't having much luck, but he is getting mildly disturbed by what looks like heavily chewed-on junk a layer or two beneath the surface.

[[ooc:party!]]

With a crash and a clatter, a huge red tentacle sprang up from the junk pile sending debris flying every where.

It hovered for a moment and then shot forward towards the two students.

"Tentacles!" yelps Anders. "What the hell?"

He yelps in pain as a bicycle wheel nicks him in the arm, and stumbles backwards down the pile despite the sharp twinges of protest from his ribcage.

The tentacle flicks through the air just inches from his face, and okay, ew, it's kind of slimy. Anders can tell from the rope of goo that just slapped him across the face.

He can't see where Pippi ended up. "Pippi!" he yells, ducking a piece of twisted landing ramp.

An airplane wing at the bottom of the pile move a bit and then slid aside so that Pippi could get out from under it.

"Anders!" she called scrambling away as a tentacle took ahold of the wing and made to slap it down on her. "Whoa! Calm down big red... Tentacle Thing!"

The appendage paused as if considering Pippi's suggestion.

Then tried to crush her again.

"I don't think it's going to let me talk sense to it!"

"Haven't covered tentacle monster in Creature Languages yet, huh?" he yells, batting futilely at the tentacle with his broom handle.

"Holy frak, what is this thing doing in here? No, no, wait stupid question, it's Fandom . . . dude! Tentacley thing! I so don't taste good, okay?" He yelps again and ducks behind a broken TV just in time, as a tentacle snakes over his head making grasping motions. "I mean, unless you're my -- er -- hey! I am not for food!"

"Did you hear that Big Red Guy?! Not. For. Food!"

*WHAM* *WHAM* *WHAM*

Pippi ducked into the window of an old cockpit to escape the advances of the wing.

"I don't know that it's hungry." said Pippi called out fiddling with the door at the far end.

"In here!"

Anders grunts in pain as he hurdles a steel drum and dives in after Pippi, taking a glancing blow on the shoulderblade from a tentacle as he passes.

"So if it's not hungry, did we just piss it off? What do giant red tentacle monsters who live in junkyards like to do for fun? I mean, it really doesn't want me singing at it . . ."

Puppi pulls the cockpit door closed behind Anders and pulls a lever that she hopes will lock it.

Loud banging noises are heard and the creature bends and breaks the wing over the roof of their sanctuary.

"I sure hope this is a spaceship and not an airplane." Pippi mutters. "Are you okay?"

"Ask me that once we get out of here," he says, panicking just a little bit in the enclosed space. He looks over the interior of the cockpit, trying to scrape together what tiny bit of knowledge he has about Colonial craft to get some kind of reference point. It's not really coming to him, though.

There's another loud bang, and an ominous creaking sound. "Oh, frak me."

"I don't know what that means, but I don't think there's time for it." As a refrigerator came flying at the front window of the cockpit.

It bounces off with just some skuff marks.

"I'm going to go with spaceship."

It was a good thing this information could be cleared up so quickly, because when either of them were telling the story later, if they were able to tell it later, they could say "And then the spaceship cockpit started to move."

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