Imperial Junke Yarde - Sunday Morning

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Just inside the Imperial Junke Yarde, a quartet of people had found shelter during the night. It wasn't the best of accommodations. In fact, if not for the tarpaulin, the sleeping bags and shared body heat, they would have had an even more unpleasant than usual night.

As it stood, their makeshift shelter was cramped. The security on the junk yard was less than usual, which was how last night, when they had finally given up their search, they avoided a barrage of trolls and settled in for the night. They hadn't even been able to make it around the corner to Mauvaise Chance for a warm apartment to hide in. That would have been far too simple for Kawalsky, Alanna, Sam and Aly.

Nevertheless, it was finally morning. A cold morning to be sure. Kawalsky cracked open an eye, and then followed it with the other. He let out a quiet groan, knowing that getting up wasn't going to be easy.

"Hey," he said, sitting up and hoping to rouse the others. "Time to wake up."



[OOC: For carter_i_am, threeweapons and kypriothschoice, modded with permission. Mostly. Oh, and any troopers that might have been left. I'm going to bed, but the aforementioned ladies are free to mod Kawalsky.]

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Ugh." Sam groaned and covered her head. "Too bright." She squinted against the light as she sat up and tried to focus, forgetting for a second that she wasn't offworld, and that she was, in fact, in Ye Olde Fandom High Imperial Junke Yarde.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly blinked for a second, trying to figure out exactly how she'd ended up there. "This was unexpected," she said, failing to sit up.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam snorted and wished desperately for a toothbrush. "Which part?"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"The part with the tent," Aly replied, shivering slightly and starting to sit up without disturbing Alanna.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it has been a while since we've done this," Sam admitted as she slid her feet back into her boots. "Can't say I completely missed it. We are...in the junkyard, right? That wasn't a haze brought on by fighting too many trolls?"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"We are," Aly nodded and started slipping her knives back in their sheaths on her forearms, back, and in her boots. "It's probably too much to ask that the trolls all disappeared overnight, isn't it."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Charlie and I don't have that kind of luck," Sam admired the knives and looked at Aly with respect. They weren't her thing, but they were definitely pretty. "Nice work. How many more have you got?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna was awake now, really.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Morning, Alanna," Sam yawned and smirked a little. "Sleep well?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna made a suggestion about where Sam could take her cheerful mood and tried to get up without wincing too much. "Food and/or coffee?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Kawalsky probably made some, if he knows what's good for him," Sam said as she crawled out of the tent and gave a spine-cracking stretch.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna shook her head and got up. "Okay, awake and human now." "Speak for yourself." Faithful grumbled from where he was curled up under her jacket.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"No coffee yet," he said, coming back in after checking out the situation. "Trolls are still out. They don't seem to be as hyperactive. We can probably move around some more today. Aly, you got a balcony in that place of yours? We could probably get a better view from higher ground."

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Bart was singing a cheerful troll song and hitting his stick along the fence when he caught sight of a trooper.

"TOY!" Bart stomped over and grabbed the trooper by the leg, turning him upside quickly and in the process, knocking his head on the sidewalk. "No run away or I sit on you!"