a Being summoned to party (and there was something about a conference but frankly, Stan tune all of that out) was his idea of a mission. It was also the only official sort of mission he' ever been dragged on, save one. That time he and Peter ran off to California for a bit was just for fun. And medical supplies, but anyway.
Arriving in a big crazy strip full of roller coasters and whatever was inside casinos that people got so into, and more importantly hover cars (!) was as good as it had been in his whole life. All the food and drinks and drugs were just extra little bonuses. He turned a cartwheel right there in the street, making a few of the hover cars honk and swerve. Not that he minded. It felt good to be somewhere happy instead of miserable. It felt amazing.
b Stan's eyes and nose are a bit red, maybe a bit more than the temperature warrants. He's also got a sling on one arm, with a cast and a finger splint tucked away inside. In spite of that he seems to be in fairly good spirits. In fact, he swings around a light post cheerfully. He also slips off, being that he's down to one good arm, but even the part where he lands soundly on his ass doesn't seem to put him off all that much. He doesn't even voice a complaint about it, just glances serenely at his surroundings. Yeah, life is pretty sweet at the moment. Sorry if he's in your way, parked on the sidewalk like that, because he's not really interested in moving at the moment. It's a cool new perspective as far as Stanley's concerned.
open ...edited for surprise injury, whoops.
Being summoned to party (and there was something about a conference but frankly, Stan tune all of that out) was his idea of a mission. It was also the only official sort of mission he' ever been dragged on, save one. That time he and Peter ran off to California for a bit was just for fun. And medical supplies, but anyway.
Arriving in a big crazy strip full of roller coasters and whatever was inside casinos that people got so into, and more importantly hover cars (!) was as good as it had been in his whole life. All the food and drinks and drugs were just extra little bonuses. He turned a cartwheel right there in the street, making a few of the hover cars honk and swerve. Not that he minded. It felt good to be somewhere happy instead of miserable. It felt amazing.
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Stan's eyes and nose are a bit red, maybe a bit more than the temperature warrants. He's also got a sling on one arm, with a cast and a finger splint tucked away inside. In spite of that he seems to be in fairly good spirits. In fact, he swings around a light post cheerfully. He also slips off, being that he's down to one good arm, but even the part where he lands soundly on his ass doesn't seem to put him off all that much. He doesn't even voice a complaint about it, just glances serenely at his surroundings. Yeah, life is pretty sweet at the moment. Sorry if he's in your way, parked on the sidewalk like that, because he's not really interested in moving at the moment. It's a cool new perspective as far as Stanley's concerned.