fandomtownies | Imperial Junke Yard, Friday

Another day, another pile of junk. Not surprising, what with it being a junkyard and all. However, the junk didn't usually move.

Cautiously, because in this place who the hell knew what it might be, Marcus approached the small heap. Which appeared to be twitching. And jumping. So he did what anyone would do in such a situation: grabbed a nearby stick and tentatively poked it.

A veritable river of furry brown and grey bodies exploded outwards, heading straight for Marcus.

He lunged backwards, tripped over a discarded tricycle, put one foot in an old paint tin, tripped again, recovered his balance with the help of a tightly stretched bit of canvas*...which promptly ripped, sending him tumbling through it.

"Rats." Yes. Yes they were, beady of eye and sharp of claw. Squeaking in what sounded like disapproval, they scrambled over him and disappeared into the junk from whence they had come.

Marcus unwound himself from the canvas, kicked the paint tin off his foot, sent the tricycle flying, and stomped into the shed. He could really learn to hate this island.

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*IT'S A TARP!

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Yeah, he's not in a great mood, but he's around.

[Subject again to my limited availability.]

Watch out for rats.

If you were to ask the pair who'd just stepped out of the portal, rats were preferable to Weevils.

However since said portal was not supposed to leave them in a junk yard, that was the least of their concerns.

"Gwen, where's Jack?"

Definitely the least of their problems.

"What do you mean where's Jack?" Gwen asked, turning back towards Ianto. "He was right behind us."

"He was and now he's not." There was an odd slurping sound. "And now the portal's closed."

"Well, we know he got into line with us, so what's the last thing you remember him doing?"

"He was flirting with that bush, the one with the 'lovely foliage'," Ianto replied after a long moment, his tone drier than the Sahara desert. "'It's not creepy guys, they're sapient.'"

"Oh, that's just brilliant, misses the portal because he's hitting on ground covering, that's Jack Bloody Harkness for you."

"At least we're in the right place...I think."

"I don't know how we're supposed to find out, ask if people have seen me running around and hope they don't notice I've doubled in age?"

"We'll just say she's your identical twin sister," Ianto suggested, then added. "Several decades removed."

Gwen was going to glare at Ianto for a while, thanks.

For those who might need to park a ship and wish to do so, this is the place to make it happen.

I felt the need to amuse myself in today's post. It's been that kind of a day.

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