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fandomtownies2020-11-04 10:52 am
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JGoB, Wednesday late morning
Stark had woken up hungry only to find his apartment completely devoid of food. There had absolutely been food in there last night. He was not the sort to not have food on hand. And yet here he was, food-free.
He was also, much to his dismay, still mask-free. Which was why he had tried calling for food delivery only to be told there were no delivery people available. Anywhere. He could certainly pick up food though. Which, honestly, he found suspicious but perhaps something was going on today.
So, despite his best efforts to stay inside for the rest of time, Stark had sighed heavily, checked to be sure his ridiculous scarf was securely in place, and headed out the door.
He stopped at Pizza Planet first, reasoning that pizza ought to provide several meals worth of food if it didn't vanish mysteriously, and then headed to JGoB. He deserved baked goods. Many of them.
And once the employees had contained their giggles at his cupcake-swaddled head he was hopefully going to get those baked goods. Eventually.
[we ALL deserve some baked goods, tbh. Very open. Get some cookies or something, stare at the alien, etc. Entertain me?]
He was also, much to his dismay, still mask-free. Which was why he had tried calling for food delivery only to be told there were no delivery people available. Anywhere. He could certainly pick up food though. Which, honestly, he found suspicious but perhaps something was going on today.
So, despite his best efforts to stay inside for the rest of time, Stark had sighed heavily, checked to be sure his ridiculous scarf was securely in place, and headed out the door.
He stopped at Pizza Planet first, reasoning that pizza ought to provide several meals worth of food if it didn't vanish mysteriously, and then headed to JGoB. He deserved baked goods. Many of them.
And once the employees had contained their giggles at his cupcake-swaddled head he was hopefully going to get those baked goods. Eventually.
[we ALL deserve some baked goods, tbh. Very open. Get some cookies or something, stare at the alien, etc. Entertain me?]

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"Hi!" he said. "I'm Lt.Cmdr Steve McGarrett from over at the Trooper Station."
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There was also a part of Stark that was resigned to his ridiculous cupcake-covered fate and of course someone would have found him the first time he ventured outside in days.
"Liam sent you?" he guessed. "About the mask."
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"There were raccoons at Caritas," Stark said. The kind that were usually people, but still. "I suppose they could have run off with it, after. "
Raccoons, meddling kids, what's the difference really?
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"He had a...something around his neck. Not a scarf. Something smaller." He rubbed at his own neck, where there ought to have been a strap and buckle but wasn't.
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Not sure Stark cared that much, Steve, but thanks for sharing?
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"Why?"
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"It didn't seem to be a uniform. Just the neckerchief. No hat."
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How many of them could there be, really?
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Which was weird and probably a weird thing to say.
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He grinned ruefully. "I thought I was a surfer named Flow."
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"It felt perfectly normal at the time. The eye. The singing. All of it. None of it does now. Odd memories to have. Used to that, though."
"You didn't try surfing inside the bar, did you?"
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You could suggest a beach themed party this winter, Steve! With a mini wave pool in the lounge!
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Well, if nothing else he's been distracted for a few moments from the lack of mask and subsequent slow leaking of energy out of his face. Thanks, Steve!
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Kamekona knew everyone in Honolulu.
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Careful Steve, he might glow at you.
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"But thank you. I appreciate it."
and the inevitable rickshaw chase to comeno subject
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"It's what the mask keeps in. Or the scarf, right now. Scarf isn't as effective."
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"I'm just me. It's just me. The non-corporeal part."
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"It's just hard to contain without the mask. Fabric only goes so far."
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"If I concentrate it's easier to keep contained. Or directed."
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