Everyone else was away from the tower for the afternoon, but because there had been rumors of Doctor Light in town, someone had to stay behind to keep an eye on the radio and television and signals, and to call everyone if something happened.
And she had lost the game of ‘rock paper scissors’ that she always seemed to do very badly in anyway, which meant she was stuck here, watching computer screens and television monitors and it was all very, very boring.
She kept finding herself drifting aimlessly around the large monitor room, the tips of her toes a few inches off the floor as she floated here and there, staring out the large window or peering out the door and down the empty hallway, or over to the kitchen…never going quite out of sight of what she was supposed to be doing, but always coming oh so close.
She wanted to be outside. It was a glorious day outside, the sun was up, there were barely any clouds. It was the perfect day for flying. But she had a duty to be watching the monitor for her friends.
But she wanted to be outside. It was almost enough to make her angry!
She flopped down in the monitor chair with a huff and put her feet on the edge of the terminal, staring up at the big screen as some old human with fake hair rambled about the local economy or something. Starfire could never understand why they needed entire television stations dedicated to nothing but news. News was important, but it was boring.
Even the commercials were boring. Sometimes they were for interesting things but mostly they were boring.
Finally giving in, she tugged her communicator off her belt. “Rooooobin! I am The Stir-Crazy. Please come home!”
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Starfire was bored.
Everyone else was away from the tower for the afternoon, but because there had been rumors of Doctor Light in town, someone had to stay behind to keep an eye on the radio and television and signals, and to call everyone if something happened.
And she had lost the game of ‘rock paper scissors’ that she always seemed to do very badly in anyway, which meant she was stuck here, watching computer screens and television monitors and it was all very, very boring.
She kept finding herself drifting aimlessly around the large monitor room, the tips of her toes a few inches off the floor as she floated here and there, staring out the large window or peering out the door and down the empty hallway, or over to the kitchen…never going quite out of sight of what she was supposed to be doing, but always coming oh so close.
She wanted to be outside. It was a glorious day outside, the sun was up, there were barely any clouds. It was the perfect day for flying. But she had a duty to be watching the monitor for her friends.
But she wanted to be outside. It was almost enough to make her angry!
She flopped down in the monitor chair with a huff and put her feet on the edge of the terminal, staring up at the big screen as some old human with fake hair rambled about the local economy or something. Starfire could never understand why they needed entire television stations dedicated to nothing but news. News was important, but it was boring.
Even the commercials were boring. Sometimes they were for interesting things but mostly they were boring.
Finally giving in, she tugged her communicator off her belt. “Rooooobin! I am The Stir-Crazy. Please come home!”