Imperial Junke Yard, Friday

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The gates were open, the sign advising passers-by that the fixing of things could be obtained within was hanging on a gate post, and there were...sounds coming from deep inside the rather-more-than-a-yard of junk.

Loud sounds. Banging sounds. Crashing and resounding thumping sounds, with definite metallic overtones.

Almost as if someone might be ever-so-slightly irritated and taking it out on the innocent and abandoned detritus of Fandom. Possibly with a hammer.

[Junkyard is open, Marcus is cranky, I will be around in the afternoon.]