Imperial Junkyard, Tuesday afternoon
Tuesday, December 12th, 2006 07:50 amJumping off the roof the other night had made Walter realize that he still wasn't fully back in shape after his "little illness." Between that and yesterday's Prophecy class, a bit of a workout seemed like just the thing.
Those passing the junkyard will hear the sounds of wire and tearing metal as Walter "works things out in his head."
[ooc: Open as open things are wont to be. The sounds would hopefully alert anyone coming to investigate to be cautious, as I'm sure whoever is running the clinic today does not want to be reattaching any severed pieces. SP is the name of the weekday game.]
Those passing the junkyard will hear the sounds of wire and tearing metal as Walter "works things out in his head."
[ooc: Open as open things are wont to be. The sounds would hopefully alert anyone coming to investigate to be cautious, as I'm sure whoever is running the clinic today does not want to be reattaching any severed pieces. SP is the name of the weekday game.]