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FTEC, Sunday (11/27)
Sunday, November 27th, 2011 10:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraThe usual cupcakes had been delivered to the nurses this morning (JGOB had an excessive amount of black sprinkles on all their baked goods this weekend, for some reason).
Now Stark was seated at the desk, catching up on radio broadcasts. This trend of disappearances was worrisome at the very least. He ought to try and call Moya and check on everyone then. He needed the reassurance.
The alien was in, if slightly subdued, and ready to help if he could.
[I'm on a bus heading back home for the next few hours. But I'm aroundish (bus has wifi!), should anyone need the alien or the clinic. Open, ocd-free, as usual.]
Now Stark was seated at the desk, catching up on radio broadcasts. This trend of disappearances was worrisome at the very least. He ought to try and call Moya and check on everyone then. He needed the reassurance.
The alien was in, if slightly subdued, and ready to help if he could.
[I'm on a bus heading back home for the next few hours. But I'm aroundish (bus has wifi!), should anyone need the alien or the clinic. Open, ocd-free, as usual.]