Imperial Junke Yard - Friday

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Marcus had been a raccoon for...really quite a long time.

He was uncomfortably aware of the fact that Kyle had looked after him the entire time, and kept him from being eaten by a dragon.

And on top of all that, he'd arrived at the junkyard to find it plagued by small, flying insects, which seemed oddly attracted to him. He couldn't be entirely certain (not a surprise in this place) but they seemed to have spontaneously manifested from the junk itself.

Normally, this combination of irritants would see him in a state of pronounced annoyance, possibly verging onto the deeply pissed off. Today, his head hurt too much for him to care.

The junkyard was open--Marcus figured that was good enough and went to collapse on the ugliest couch in the world. One of the insects followed, sun glinting off its wings as it perched on the couch to watch him. Apparently it found a man opening a bottle of aspirin and taking a bunch simply fascinating.

[The junkyard is open. There is OCD.]

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Talk to Marcus

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He's in the shed, sitting on the ugliest couch in the world, being kept company by his shiny insect friends. The latter fact just thrills him to bits.

Mod the junkyard

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There is junk in the junkyard, and there are also numerous metal insects flitting about the place.

OOC

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