Imperial Junke Yard, Sunday

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The first thing Marcus did when he arrived was check if he'd caught any of the furry vermin infesting the junkyard. He soon discovered that the rat-catching devices weren't empty. The rat-catching devices were, in fact, gone.

Scowling, he shook his head, made a note to buy poison, and headed for the shed.

A U-shaped metal pipe* tumbled down off the roof and clonked him on the head with an audible thunk.

"What the--?" Rubbing his head, he looked up in time to see a ropey tail disappearing out of sight. The distant squeaks sounded distinctly amused.

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*IT'S A TRAP!

Comments

Talk to Marcus

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

He's around and about.

Yards of Junk

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

Where there is junk, but not available by the yard.

Parking of the ships

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

For the parking or the un-parking, should you desire.

OOC

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

...I don't even know.

Re: OOC

[likethegun]

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