[In the morning, Stan decides to vent his frustrations on the punching-yeti in the incinerator room. He ate breakfast first this time, at least, and between punching sessions he opens up the incinerator, turns it on, and burns the peel of the banana he was eating. Along with some random scraps of paper once that's gone. What? It's fun!
Later on, he swings by the vending machine. He's been a lot more dedicated to that since he realized it could spit out his own personal belongings. No such luck today, but he can be found examining a large lantern curiously. He grew up by the coast; he thinks he recognizes the general look of it, even if he's not personally familiar with any particular lighthouses. Weird.
By afternoon, he's in the kitchen. Team dinner's apparently a thing tonight, and while he probably wouldn't have bothered contributing before, he's gotten to like a lotta folks here. It's not like he has anything better to do than cook for a potluck anyway.
Well, "cook" is a strong word. He's clearly just baking a bunch of cookies.]
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Later on, he swings by the vending machine. He's been a lot more dedicated to that since he realized it could spit out his own personal belongings. No such luck today, but he can be found examining a large lantern curiously. He grew up by the coast; he thinks he recognizes the general look of it, even if he's not personally familiar with any particular lighthouses. Weird.
By afternoon, he's in the kitchen. Team dinner's apparently a thing tonight, and while he probably wouldn't have bothered contributing before, he's gotten to like a lotta folks here. It's not like he has anything better to do than cook for a potluck anyway.
Well, "cook" is a strong word. He's clearly just baking a bunch of cookies.]