Scrapyards served a multitude of functions. Primarily recycling and up-cycling. Getting parts for a car or engine via salvaging them from what could be found that was compatible. Failing that, the heaps would be broken down for their materials that could be recycled at profit. Or at tax break for doing it.


Some, like the one Circe was patronizing now, would make additional profit by letting people pay to peruse their junk for salvage. No labor lost to the business, some junk removed as it was to be, and they got paid for doing nothing. The Summer Queen agreed that this was a profitable way of doing business.


And useful to her as getting raw metals to work her forge was hard. Sure, she could recycle a bunch of blue aluminum bottles that way, but to even make a knife took like 50 of them. No, bigger scrap was better.


Which was why she is marching through the junkyard, wearing long denim on the top and bottom halves of her body, searching for viable metal for her work.


Art was her excuse to the proprietor. Tight jeans and Fairest physique made it an easy sell. Especially with the owner's severe indifference on the why, only caring for the cash. Well, and the Fairest physique.


Circe would not be suprised if the man was throwing some steel scraps into places where the Summer would have to bend over far to reach them. At least she was allowed a crowbar and sledgehammer to help with the process. But first she had to find something.


2 successes



A old giant iron pot lid. Not a cooking for the family pot, but a cooking for the logger camp pot size. Heavy cast iron, the holder is the problem for adapting this. Restore Dawn's Beauty, a little reinforcement, weld on a better handle, boom! Circe would have herself a old timey shield. Probably? Probably.


failure



Bits of scrap, bits of scrap, too much of it is crap! Real stuff, no costumes, she still took a half a Bug's bumber, just in case. Oh, and the car it was attached to had the internal panel her little car was missing, nice! Not what she wanted, but she could use it for something else.


failure



And there went the crowbar. Out came the Italian cursing. It took her a good ten minutes to retrieve it from the junk it fell into.


3 successes



Huzzah! Authentic panel for a Volkswagen Beetle instead of some plywood she'd cut. But her true purpose still called to be completed, so back to it.


failure



More junk bits, ironically little iron parts unless she wanted to make a little knife. Or make very soft armor.


1 success



Why was there a single wrought iron fence long spike here? Post? Maybe it was a post. And, wait. Circe uses her multi-tool to cut into it. It isn't iron. Bronze? Why bronze?! Well, Circe found some stuff, so she'd have to make do with what she'd scrounged up.

Next time, Circe will stop being cheap and just pay a professional. Or go to the Goblin Market. That sounded better.