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Aug. 25th, 2011 10:08 amOOC: Backdated to Thursday.
Cue Mark once again awkwardly addressing the network. He's feeling low and could use a distraction, which means it's time for another informal census.
"'Afternoon, everyone. You might remember the last time I did this. I just. I wanted to ask--"
Shit, he can't do this. Not today. Shaking his head, he reaches and cuts the feed.
Later in the day, interested parties might find him sitting out on the dock, knees drawn up to his chest. There's a small, messy stack of papers sitting beside him, but he doesn't seem terribly interested in it: when a gust of wind blows the top few pages away into the water, he makes no attempt to rescue them, or to secure the rest.
Cue Mark once again awkwardly addressing the network. He's feeling low and could use a distraction, which means it's time for another informal census.
"'Afternoon, everyone. You might remember the last time I did this. I just. I wanted to ask--"
Shit, he can't do this. Not today. Shaking his head, he reaches and cuts the feed.
Later in the day, interested parties might find him sitting out on the dock, knees drawn up to his chest. There's a small, messy stack of papers sitting beside him, but he doesn't seem terribly interested in it: when a gust of wind blows the top few pages away into the water, he makes no attempt to rescue them, or to secure the rest.