The Junkyard, Friday Evening

[weetuskenraider]

To make a new lightsaber, one needed -- among other things -- metal for the casing. The junkyard had plenty of that. If she'd been anywhere at home, instead of in Fandom, Tahiri would have started doing this before now; she was a little surprised at herself that she hadn't yet, actually.

With boots on to protect her feet from any sharp and/or rusty edges, she was picking through a couple of piles near her X-Wing for likely prospects. There were other things she'd need, of course: the electrical components, a power cell, and the part she didn't have the slightest clue how to find just yet, the focusing crystal. Still, she might as well get started with what she could.

[OOC: Open if you want to find her there, sure!]

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[momslilassassin]

His eyebrows went up. "You mean I shouldn't lock people in closets?"

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri grinned, and she was glad she could smile about this. "Oh, I don't know. Sometimes good things come out of it. But generally, I think it's discouraged."

[momslilassassin]

"Noted," he said, giving her fingers a squeeze. "Besides, he'd be alone in there."

[weetuskenraider]

"And that would be awful," Tahiri agreed. "So it's a good thing we don't have to worry about that if we go to my room."