fandomtownies | Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [11/12].

Wayne checked underneath the tarp to make sure the chair was still there, because, as horrible as it was, there was some sort of reassurance in the fact that it was still contained safely inside the scrapyard, rather than having disappeared on its own accord (and therefor who the fuck knew where it would wind up?) or, even worse, that someone had decided they liked it enough (or was evil enough to want to expose to the world on a wider level) to take it home with them.

But he was starting to question his methods of sorting through the scrap and moving things from here to here as todays sorting brought out another discovery that just left him feeling confused and uncomfortable and almost even a little bit angry that anyone would have thought putting the tail end of a car on a swing set structure was any sort of good idea.

He'd admit that he could actually see Vette doing something like that, which would be a fair pass, since she was an alien and all, but since she hadn't exactly been around much, he didn't know who to blame, and that was almost the worst part yet.

Syndulla Scrap is open!

[[apparently, sending me stupid junk is new sending me awful jello recipes, and I welcome it with open arms ]]