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fandomtownies2020-02-25 06:57 am
howareyanow) wrote in fandomtownies2020-02-25 06:57 am
Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [02/25].
Wayne was squinting.
This, in and of itself, was nothing new or special, but he was squinting specifically at the perimeter fence around the scrapyard, which was distinctly different today than it had been in the past, as far as he could recollect.
It didn't look...terrible, he had to admit, but it was definitely there and there was a very big question of exactly how it got there and who had done it and why and where exactly did they get all those doors and why did one of those doors look like it had once had a giant axe hacked into it and was it a perminent fixture or was it just here for the day or the week or the month or whatever?
He figured there was no point in trying to answer those questions, because there weren't likely answers to those questions that existed, but he still couldn't help be curious and wanting to know. At least that last one, he'd figure he'd know the answer to when they got back from break to see if it was still there.
So he was squinting. At the fence around the scrapyard which was now made of doors, apparentleh, and squinting at the door-fence was just a little less disturbing than his other option of squinting at another travesty of automobile decor he'd unearthed when moving things from here to here.
Syndulla Scrap is open!
[[ andbookbeltof_love continues to be a goddamn beautiful inspiration ]]
This, in and of itself, was nothing new or special, but he was squinting specifically at the perimeter fence around the scrapyard, which was distinctly different today than it had been in the past, as far as he could recollect.
It didn't look...terrible, he had to admit, but it was definitely there and there was a very big question of exactly how it got there and who had done it and why and where exactly did they get all those doors and why did one of those doors look like it had once had a giant axe hacked into it and was it a perminent fixture or was it just here for the day or the week or the month or whatever?
He figured there was no point in trying to answer those questions, because there weren't likely answers to those questions that existed, but he still couldn't help be curious and wanting to know. At least that last one, he'd figure he'd know the answer to when they got back from break to see if it was still there.
So he was squinting. At the fence around the scrapyard which was now made of doors, apparentleh, and squinting at the door-fence was just a little less disturbing than his other option of squinting at another travesty of automobile decor he'd unearthed when moving things from here to here.
Syndulla Scrap is open!
[[ and
bookbeltof_love continues to be a goddamn beautiful inspiration ]]