Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

The junkyard was, to put it bluntly, a mess.

Apart from just being a junkyard in general.

She and Kanan had managed to get all the larger things tied down and tarps over the rest before the storm hit, but one of the tarps had been torn up, and its contents scattered across the yard. Most, luckily, seemed to have missed the ships, but Hera was wondering whether she ought to ask about getting a wall put up between the junk and the hangars.

Today she was splitting her time between cleaning up scattered parts, and cleaning frozen fish remnants out of her cargo holds (and dealing with the smell).

She'd had worse days, but few smellier.


[OOC: The junkyard is open!]

The Gig, Friday

[justlike_a_girl]

The Gig had taken some hurricane and shark damage like the rest of town, but the barn was still intact. For that, Dani thanked her lucky stars. The psychological damage may have been worse, as the frightened horses refused to leave the safety of the barn. Only Bold was brave enough to venture into the paddock. Dani got the sense that the most fearless of her horses was somewhat disappointed that there were no more sharks to stomp. In the meantime, she was struggling to clean up the crowded barn.

The Gig was open, and at least one horse was available to ride.