Mark Meltzer

When Mark finds his stocking, the standard card comes out first. This he folds and puts into his pocket. He'll definitely be analyzing all that weird print for codes and hidden meanings later. It's inevitable.

His actual present is--surprise--a photograph of Cindy Meltzer. It's a newer photo, and the image is clear, without the fading, creases, and tears that marred the one he had lost. There's a little surprised hitch of breath--then a genuine smile.

[OOC: Yes, Mark actually got people presents! Go figure. Alex, Jack, and Delta will find theirs outside their doors. Tim's and Stango's are a bit more awkward, and will be delivered in person.

Alex: He remembers that weird robot bee. So have a little package of supplies for the cleaning and maintenance of machinery--in miniature. It might be a bit dated, though. You kids and your technology.

Delta: A tin lunchbox, completely devoid of weird puzzle shit. This is just for carrying food back to your room. He worries that you don't eat.

Jack: It's already been mentioned, but: sweater. He'll be wearing the one Jack got him around all day, too.

Tim: He's got a few of little!Masky's drawings for you. For some reason he thinks this is a good idea.

Benny: He'll turn up a bit later in the day with a handful of battered detective magazines of the sort that can be--and probably were--traded for marbles. He looks especially nervous about this.]

There's a click and a whir, and a round-faced boy in a starched white shirt appears on the screen. He doesn't seem aware that the comm unit is recording him; the feed shakes and spins disorientingly as he turns the device over and over, examining it with a steadily widening smile.

"It's really broadcasting? Gosh."

He clears his throat and speaks into what he believes is a radio receiver, taking on the deepest, gruffest voice that a nine year old can muster.

"The name's Mark Meltzer. Detective. I was following up on a tricky lead, when some mugs got the drop on me. Came to in a library, bigger than anything I'd ever seen. They took my gun, but left me loose. Challenging me to come and get 'em. Well I like a challenge. This could go all the way to the top."

His gaze shifts from the comm unit to the shelves and shelves of books, stretching up far over his head, and the persona slips; his eyes shine with excitement, and try as he might he can't keep from grinning.

"...I'm gonna look around this library first, though. It's huge."