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FTEC, Sunday (10/16)
Sunday, October 16th, 2011 01:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraLife on the island had been quiet for Stark since the summer ended. It was a pleasant sort of quiet, not like the cold emptiness of being alone in a transport pod for days on end. This week, with so many gone on the trip, had been even quieter than usual.
The nurses were still around though, and the staff at J,GoB, so Stark had his usual box of cupcakes in hand as he entered the clinic. He checked around the clinic, as usual, for any lurking or lingering patients or visitors and then went back to the desk.
The alien was in, and ready for anyone to disturb the quiet if they needed to.
[open, ocd-free, I think you all know the drill]
The nurses were still around though, and the staff at J,GoB, so Stark had his usual box of cupcakes in hand as he entered the clinic. He checked around the clinic, as usual, for any lurking or lingering patients or visitors and then went back to the desk.
The alien was in, and ready for anyone to disturb the quiet if they needed to.
[open, ocd-free, I think you all know the drill]