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I can't be assed to write a log for this

[itistolaugh]

[ Shortly after Starr's return, he will come to work to find something new on his desk. It is a small clay pot, not very skillfully made but by golly she did her best and just the right size to hold pencils and such.

Also, it definitely, definitely, definitely looks like a penis.

The card attached reads "Welcome back! ♥" and isn't signed, but it doesn't take the World's Greatest Detective to figure out who on the staff would write with big curly loops in glitter gel pen. ]

[herrstory]

[ When Starr gets into work after taking a few days to recuperate (and try and locate Woden....to no avail), he does so already irritated -- wearing a white beanie. He doesn't even notice the clay pot immediately, first settling at his desk. Next turning on his computer. And only then does he catch sight of it.

Starr looks at the pot. The pot looks back at him. Starr looks at the pot, tilting his head. It is definitely a dick.

The anger is nearly instant and with a sharp breath of rage -- he shoves his whole damn desk over. Was Chilton telling everyone? Were they all mocking him???? Who does he murder first!!! ]

[itistolaugh]

[ Harley pokes her head out at the crash and wheels her office chair into the hall on a hunt for ~drama~. Eventually she squeaky-wheel-scoots her way to his door. ]

Whoopsie. Looks like you dropped your desk there, buddy.

[herrstory]

I threw it.

[ Likely she knows that. Likely she is just being playful. But Starr speaks as-a-matter-of-fact regardless. After all, most of the employees of the Grail are idiots. ]

Who put you up to this?

[ He gestures toward the surprisingly unbroken pot on the floor. ]

[itistolaugh]

[ She looks confused and actually a little hurt. ]

Aw, you don't like it?

[herrstory]

Is it supposed to be some kind of joke? Is Doctor Chilton in on this?

[ Paranoid, paranoid, paranoid. ]