To Scavenge - junkyard event A

Not long after the meeting, Morgan entered the Junkyard with a small group behind him. He stopped in front of a huge pile of trash, sniffing at it in curiosity. "Alright - we're finally here. Today's task will be a very important one: we'll all be searching around for machinery and tools. Any kind will be useful; I'll be making one stack for machines, and another for tools."

He began by taking an old toaster and placing it on the ground near him, and then found a can opener and put it in a different spot. "If you need any help, ask me or any other Tanglers. I trust you all to find us some good stuff, for the good of Tanglewood."

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A teeny injury wasn’t going to slow him down in clan activity. As long as a fool didn’t get the bright idea to make contact with the mongrel’s foot, he’d be fine.

The next to show up to the junkyard, a place that was unknown to him, Leroy quickly shot a "’Ey, boss" at Morgan, subsequently wandering in a direction further away from the crowd already forming. Eyes scanning the environment, he was quick to spot an old briefcase, closed, obviously containing something odd due to some out of place lumps on the surface. The lock on the thing was surprisingly intact, forcing Leroy to find other methods. Via a rubber mallet conveniently placed beside him, the bonds on the thing were smashed off. What was inside was extensively surprising: a led pipe, some steel ingots, and what looked like an internal organ of some sort. This must have been the result of an old crime scene. Interesting.

Returning to the pile, the pipe was deposited in the tools pile, meanwhile the ingots were dropped in the middle of the collections. ”No idea where to put these”, he’d state in the direction of Morgan. The body part was left behind; if it was truly antique, then it would likely not be of use to Aya. That being said, it wouldn’t hurt to come back later and check once more.

the medic was morgan's little pet. not literally, of course, but wherever morgan went malphas was sure to follow. the horned medic was more determined than ever to make his mark on this clan, and if he aligned himself to his superior's plans then it would all go swimmingly. he just had to do whatever morgan told him to. so far, the samoyed clearly had something in mind for the clan- some kind of industrialization. malphas could get behind at. him and morgan were similar, clearly- both just wanted to make the clan better.

so, wordlessly, the tom went to work. he found a familiar blood-stained glass shard, remembering exactly where it was, and he felt a deep sadness spread through him. immediately, though, he threw it into a trash pile, lost among the others. good riddance. it was like a burden had been lifted through him. he grinned, already on a roll. turning to vigenere, malphas tilted his head. "huuuuh. it's a human tool that might be hard to use... but we shouldn't trash it, humans use it to pound shit into shit."

(Similar to the beach post, feel free to keep posting or post retroactively if you'd like.)

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Morgan was pleased with his fellow Tanglers' findings thus far, taking a look at the piles and admiring the objects they'd chosen. It seemed that most of the items were tools, but he didn't mind. Everything had its place in the plan - even items that couldn't be used conventionally by animals. Some NPCs seemed to find a few things as well, though they were mostly just duplicates of items the others had already found. "Thank you all for your help," the samoyed said to the group. "It's because of everyone's efforts today that we'll be able to rebuild Tanglewood."

Taking a personal look through the piles of trash, Morgan found some random scrap metal, which he threw into the area between the piles. He also located a pair of old saws, which each had two handles and appeared to require two users to work. He carefully floated them into the tool pile with some water, careful not to let the sharp objects fall onto anyone else.