The Imperial Junke Yard, Saturday morning
Tip had been going out for donuts, but then she ran into the Chief on the way, and after a little bit of her denying that he was anything more than a particularly vivid figment of her imagination, the donut run had turned into a "show the Chief everything about Fandom" run.
Which, since he'd been the junkman in Roswell hiding an actual junked spaceship, started with a trip to Fandom's junkyard full of bits of spaceships.
"I know," Tip said, grinning from ear to ear. "It needs more tin foil, right?"
[ooc: mostly for the guest, but also open for anyone else who might have a reason to hang out in the junkyard!]
Which, since he'd been the junkman in Roswell hiding an actual junked spaceship, started with a trip to Fandom's junkyard full of bits of spaceships.
"I know," Tip said, grinning from ear to ear. "It needs more tin foil, right?"
[ooc: mostly for the guest, but also open for anyone else who might have a reason to hang out in the junkyard!]