Room 203, Friday Night

Once again, Stark was sitting on the floor in his room, surrounded by weetiny penguins. Tonight, they tapdanced. While this was amusing now, waking up to penguins performing a dance routine on his mask because they liked the noise it made hadn't been nearly so much fun. As long as the penguins only danced on the floor or the furniture, Stark was fine with them.


[Open, though expecting one visitor in particular.]