Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime
Thursday, September 19th, 2024 01:00 amSteven was at work but tired. It felt as though he'd been running a marathon of activities which had nothing to do with being on the island.
(Yes, he did wonder. But he and Marc could account for most of their waking time so it wasn't that.)
Perhaps Steven just hadn't been getting restful sleep for some reason. Or he was being affected by something that had nothing to do with him at all. Who could say?
Regardless, he was at the Welcome Desk, gratefully sipping from what was neither his first nor would be his last cup of tea for the day, and there to help any visitors who stopped by.
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(Yes, he did wonder. But he and Marc could account for most of their waking time so it wasn't that.)
Perhaps Steven just hadn't been getting restful sleep for some reason. Or he was being affected by something that had nothing to do with him at all. Who could say?
Regardless, he was at the Welcome Desk, gratefully sipping from what was neither his first nor would be his last cup of tea for the day, and there to help any visitors who stopped by.
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