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fandomtownies2010-04-23 08:07 pm
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Imperial Junke Yard, Friday
Having nothing to do was making him restless, which would be why Marcus was back at the junkyard. He'd swung past the Causeway on his way, just to check if he was still stuck on this island.
He was.
So he'd begun surveying the junkyard, taking note of what was where, making note of things that caught his eye. He bent to pick one up, turning it over in his hands, studying it: it had lots of wires and lights and switches, and looked very expensive.
Nothing happened when he shook it, but there was a big red button on the top. Big red buttons were meant to pushed, obviously, and hey, if something bad happened as a result, it would at least relieve the boredom. He pushed it. It made a noise.
Apparently, Marcus had found a machine that went ping.
[Open junkyard, I'll be around in the afternoon.]
He was.
So he'd begun surveying the junkyard, taking note of what was where, making note of things that caught his eye. He bent to pick one up, turning it over in his hands, studying it: it had lots of wires and lights and switches, and looked very expensive.
Nothing happened when he shook it, but there was a big red button on the top. Big red buttons were meant to pushed, obviously, and hey, if something bad happened as a result, it would at least relieve the boredom. He pushed it. It made a noise.
Apparently, Marcus had found a machine that went ping.
[Open junkyard, I'll be around in the afternoon.]