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fandomtownies2010-10-16 08:28 pm
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Imperial Junke Yard, Saturday
Marcus had started the day on the distinctly cranky side, partly caused by the fact that he had a hole in his arm (thank you Parents Weekend), partly caused by the fact that said hole was healing rather faster than it should be.
He doubted the island's weirdness was to blame, which left him wondering what was.
The wonderings were completely driven out of his head, however, by what awaited him when arrived at the junkyard.
Baby goats. Lots of them. Whole herds, even. Jumping around the place, leaping off wooden crates, and, very notably, playing poker. They'd also set up a roulette wheel in one corner, particularly impressive given their lack of opposable thumbs.
Marcus took one look at them, shook his head, and disappeared into the shed.
[ooc: junkyard is open and, yes, the kids are gamboling.]
He doubted the island's weirdness was to blame, which left him wondering what was.
The wonderings were completely driven out of his head, however, by what awaited him when arrived at the junkyard.
Baby goats. Lots of them. Whole herds, even. Jumping around the place, leaping off wooden crates, and, very notably, playing poker. They'd also set up a roulette wheel in one corner, particularly impressive given their lack of opposable thumbs.
Marcus took one look at them, shook his head, and disappeared into the shed.
[ooc: junkyard is open and, yes, the kids are gamboling.]
Talk to Marcus
[I fell into Final Fantasy 13, though, so will be slow.]
Mod the junkyard
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