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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."

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.

"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.

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."

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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.

Pippi is rooting through the pile as well, tossing car doors and steel drums aside. Several layers down she pulls back and waves her hand in front of her face.

"Wphew! What an incredible smell you've discovered Anders!"

"It wasn't me!" he protests, squinting up at her and grimacing as well, because wow, that really is potent. Dodging a steel drum, he steps back and pokes a moldy old tarp a few times, experimentally. Nothing goes scurrying out from underneath, which he takes as a good sign, so he reaches out and yanks it aside.

There's half of a rusty ten-speed, and what looks like a muffler from a jeep, but nope, no motorbike.

Old Man decides he wants nothing of this and wanders back out of the junkyard.

"At least do a lap around the building before you go back up to your room ya lazy bones!" Pippi calls after him.

She makes a delighted squealing noise as she spots what appears to be the handlebar of a motorbike sticking out from under a couple of busted televisions. She grabs a hold of it and gives it a good yank, wich was a mistake because it was just the one handle and not actually attached to anything. She tumbles down the scrap pile tuckus over tea-kettle and comes to rest laying on her back in the dirt at the bottom.

She holds the handle up in the air.

"Well, here's one bit!" she calls out to Anders.

"Vrooom! Vroom!"

Anders wonders if that tumble hurt, because it looked pretty painful to him, but Pippi seems to be all right.

"Cool. One bit, and . . . um, you didn't break anything, did you? Also I have no frakkin' idea how many more pieces to go." He bites his lip. "Well, I guess we can always get as many pieces as we can. It'll take her a lot longer to get it all put together and built ~~and no, my player did not just put on "Once Piece at a Time" by Johnny Cash, honest~~ but I bet she'd love a long-term project."

Anders scans the area around him and frowns, picking up a slightly bent fender-and-taillight assembly. "I just have no idea what parts we need exactly, and if they'll all match."

She puts her arm down and kips up. ~~Because her mun has always wanted to be able to do that so she makes Pippi kip up whenever possible.~~

"Naw," she says scratching her head with the broken end of the handle, "I'm good. Do you have a bag or a pile or something?"

She scuttles back up the pile and starts poking around again.

"Hey! We learned how to speak Rat in Creature Languages. Do ya think there are any rats around here? Maybe we can ask them if they've seen any motorbikes!"

"No rats that I've seen, which is weird, 'cause you'd think there'd be rats in a junkyard, right?" asks Anders, still frowning. "Looks like something's been living here, and I thought I saw a mouse nest, but it could've been rat."

He leans forward, puts his hands on his knees, and peers into the small cave formed by an old Toyota engine block and a piece of what looks like spaceship hull plating. "Can't see anything that looks alive in there. But that's a good idea. Maybe you can, like, yell something and ask the rats to come help if they're around?"

Anders sighs, wishing he'd thought to borrow the Radio Flyer wagon he'd gotten John for Christmas, but maybe an old rusty shopping cart will do, so the one he spots sticking out from behind a nearby pile is immediately commandeered for this purpose. It squeaks, unfortunately.

Pippi yells out, in English, "HEEEEEEEY! ANY RATS OUT THERE LIKE TO EARN A NICE BIT OF CHEESE AND HELP US FIND SOMETHING?"

That definitely didn't sound like Rat. Anders drops a very gnawed-up bike seat, blinks and says weakly, "But I didn't bring any cheese . . ."

Pippi lobbed the handlebar into the shopping cart.

"Rat doesn't lend itself to yelling very well. Despite the fact that they tend to be rather crass they're quite a soft spoken crowd."

Somewhere on the other side of the pile, there was a clatter.

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