Stark's Office Hours, 8/3/11
As it turned out, some things were enough to put even Stark off his cupcakes. Apparently creepy rocks doing creepy things on the island was one of those things.
He still had the customary plate of tiny cupcakes on the desk but it remained untouched by him. He occasionally flipped through the pages of one of the cookbooks but wasn't really looking at them. He was more focused on listening to the radio broadcasts from the last few days, though they were really just confirming the creepiness that was settling over the island. He certainly wouldn't be going near the rock, but he did feel like maybe he ought to be doing something more than sitting here with cupcakes.
[Open door and open post. And I can answer pings during the day now, thanks to the wonders of my shiny new smartphone.]
He still had the customary plate of tiny cupcakes on the desk but it remained untouched by him. He occasionally flipped through the pages of one of the cookbooks but wasn't really looking at them. He was more focused on listening to the radio broadcasts from the last few days, though they were really just confirming the creepiness that was settling over the island. He certainly wouldn't be going near the rock, but he did feel like maybe he ought to be doing something more than sitting here with cupcakes.
[Open door and open post. And I can answer pings during the day now, thanks to the wonders of my shiny new smartphone.]