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fandomtownies2019-01-17 06:56 am
chirpchirpchirp) wrote in fandomtownies2019-01-17 06:56 am
Syndulla Scrap, Thursday
Vette was not a duck.
She was so very not a duck that it practically hurt, and today she was going to make use of that zipline she'd set up last week a few times just to get to feeling like her own, stupid, reckless self again before settling in to do any work.
She took the trip all of twice when something in one of the deeper scrap piles caught her eye from above, and went down a third time just to be sure of where it was at before she pulled on a pair of heavy gloves and some kneepads and went for a good rummage on what she had, in that moment, lovingly dubbed Trash Mountain.
A good deal of climbing and wriggling between larger pieces of discarded equipment and shifting things out of the way, and she had her prize; the somewhat tarnished, battered remains of what had once been some kind of bartender probe droid. She gave a little gasp, scooped the thing up in her arms, and... grimaced a little, as one of its spidery arms fell off. And if that was the worst of it, maybe she wouldn't be concerned. Its antenna was busted clean off and long gone. The transparent dome that was functionally its eye was all but shattered, with pieces missing here and there. Everything was rusted out, or had weird things growing in its joints. She was pretty sure there was a mouse nest in there...
Getting it back out of Trash Mountain earned her a few bumps and scrapes and a rather unpleasant few minutes spent trying to remember how to breathe as a sliding chunk of sheet metal caught her from behind on one lek, but eventually she managed it, and then parked herself down on the ground near the bitey bits' pen and started trying to pick some of the excess crud out of there. This thing wasn't going anywhere near a workshop until it was a bit cleaner, first.
[OOC: Open!]
She was so very not a duck that it practically hurt, and today she was going to make use of that zipline she'd set up last week a few times just to get to feeling like her own, stupid, reckless self again before settling in to do any work.
She took the trip all of twice when something in one of the deeper scrap piles caught her eye from above, and went down a third time just to be sure of where it was at before she pulled on a pair of heavy gloves and some kneepads and went for a good rummage on what she had, in that moment, lovingly dubbed Trash Mountain.
A good deal of climbing and wriggling between larger pieces of discarded equipment and shifting things out of the way, and she had her prize; the somewhat tarnished, battered remains of what had once been some kind of bartender probe droid. She gave a little gasp, scooped the thing up in her arms, and... grimaced a little, as one of its spidery arms fell off. And if that was the worst of it, maybe she wouldn't be concerned. Its antenna was busted clean off and long gone. The transparent dome that was functionally its eye was all but shattered, with pieces missing here and there. Everything was rusted out, or had weird things growing in its joints. She was pretty sure there was a mouse nest in there...
Getting it back out of Trash Mountain earned her a few bumps and scrapes and a rather unpleasant few minutes spent trying to remember how to breathe as a sliding chunk of sheet metal caught her from behind on one lek, but eventually she managed it, and then parked herself down on the ground near the bitey bits' pen and started trying to pick some of the excess crud out of there. This thing wasn't going anywhere near a workshop until it was a bit cleaner, first.
[OOC: Open!]