The Imperial Junke Yard, Saturday morning

[intotheout]

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

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[worstufoever]

The Chief rubbed his head, then bent low to examine a particularly intergalactic looking piece of space junk. "And lights and music," he said. "If they want to impress the UFO nuts in Roswell." He straightened up and smiled faintly. "For a junkyard, though, I'd say this place is doing just fine."

[intotheout]

"Oh come on," Tip said. "It doesn't even have a bathhenge."

[worstufoever]

"If every junkyard had a bathhenge," the Chief said philosophically, "it wouldn't be special anymore." He looked tip over consideringly. "You're growing up good, Stupidlegs. But I thought you were going to look after my dog for me."

[intotheout]

"Mom's got him," Tip promised. "He's a little big to fit in the dorms."

[hexentotchen]

Tip would be getting a text about now: My Papa is here!!!! but he says he can't stay long. D:

[intotheout]

Tip's text back involved a lot of exclamation points and startled face emojis.

Then she sent Hanna a picture of the Chief examining a piece of a spaceship, with the caption i got 1 2!

[hexentotchen]

Hanna stared at the message, and wondered if it was wrong to be so relieved. Is that the Junkyard? OK to show up/meet him? Or wait for a bit?

Frankly, Hanna could use the buffer between her and her Papa, because she kind of wanted to shake him for getting himself killed.

[intotheout]

"Chief, want to meet my roommate?" Tip asked.

"Sure thing, Stupidlegs."

Tip beamed and texted back. yes come come come

She wanted to show off her Chief.