[34: video/action]

[paper_knight]

OOC: 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

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[huddahuddafire]

*As those papers go into the water something gives chase. A blue rubbery monstrosity flounders after them.

With a flamethrower.*

[paper_knight]

He blinks at this, then--slowly--gathers up his papers.

Hey, at least he's moving.

[huddahuddafire]

*Sorry Mark, the ones in the water are getting a hefty dose of flames.

Not that they're lighting since they're IN WATER. You are so smart Pyro. You are the brains of the entire team.*

[paper_knight]

It's cool. He's given those up for lost. He's just going to sit and watch the performance for a while, his remaining research safely folded in his arms. Eventually, he calls:

"That's not going to work."

video;

[notursalvation]

Mark?

audio

[paper_knight]

There's a long pause before his response.

"Owl."

audio

[notursalvation]

You don't seem yourself.

he's going to be such an angstbucket I am sorry in advance

[paper_knight]

"What have I been doing, Owl?"

What is this ridiculously late you speak of?

[echo_of_utopia]

One stray page doesn't make it into the ocean. It travels further inland, filled with hopes and dreams of greener pastures... only to be caught seconds later by a passing psychiatrist.

The same takes another step forward and cautiously offers Mark the missing note.

"You lost something."

[paper_knight]

Lamb's presence is not exactly welcome, and let's not even discuss her assistance. But he also doesn't particularly want her reading anything of his, so he reaches out and takes the offered page.

"Thanks."

[echo_of_utopia]

She places herself next to Mark and positions a poignant pause between a nod and the beginning of her speech.

"Mark, allow me to spare us the formalities."

A brief pause, the kind that is just long enough to give the appearance of allowing for objections without making genuine time for the scenario.

"My apologies to you are already overdue."

Lamb makes sure to take a deep breath.

"It was the event that compelled me to find appeal in discord and yet I truly wish I had not heeded its advice so thoroughly."