Vette (
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fandomtownies2018-12-06 07:31 am
Syndulla Scrap, Thursday
The singing birds had been novel when Vette had made her way to the scrapyard. Honest. It still wasn't so cold out that she'd be looking for things to do inside, and the enthusiastic chirping of the local fauna was actually almost charming.
After a while, as she attempted to inventory some more scrap, Vette wondered if maybe this was just a very long song.
After an hour, she was seriously contemplating if pulling out her blaster and taking pot shots at them would get them to at least go sing somewhere else. Even the chompy bits of metal were clearly annoyed, snapping at any bird that happened to perch on the rim of their pen, and Vette might have conveniently turned her back for a moment as the almost-tame-one got dangerously close to jumping up and dragging one down, sharklike, in a fit of snappy metal rage.
To her credit, she managed to get two hours of work in before retreating into the scrapyard's office. Any longer than that out there and she was pretty sure she could make a decent case for murder if anyone complained.
[OOC: Open!]
After a while, as she attempted to inventory some more scrap, Vette wondered if maybe this was just a very long song.
After an hour, she was seriously contemplating if pulling out her blaster and taking pot shots at them would get them to at least go sing somewhere else. Even the chompy bits of metal were clearly annoyed, snapping at any bird that happened to perch on the rim of their pen, and Vette might have conveniently turned her back for a moment as the almost-tame-one got dangerously close to jumping up and dragging one down, sharklike, in a fit of snappy metal rage.
To her credit, she managed to get two hours of work in before retreating into the scrapyard's office. Any longer than that out there and she was pretty sure she could make a decent case for murder if anyone complained.
[OOC: Open!]
