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fandomtownies2017-08-11 09:32 am
futurespacemom) wrote in fandomtownies2017-08-11 09:32 am
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Syndulla Scrap, Friday
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!]
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!]