Beyond a few little experiments (and the obligatory futile search for ways out of Wonderland) Mark hasn't felt the need to exercise the power granted by the event. Mark has remained himself, no imaginary friends or family members have come to visit, and his room has remained his room ( Read more... )

You know those teachers who always somehow manage to force their students into a circle, no matter how many desks are involved or how large or small the classroom is? Mark is one of those.
He's mild-mannered--never angry so much as disappointed with poor work--and always looks a bit frazzled. The kind of teacher you might try to push around. Try ( Read more... )

Day one saw Mark worried and irritable, pacing, listening to the comm network.
He'd occupied himself by sliding his couch in front of his door and adding a lock or two (there are four now, to be precise. For some stupid strange reason, noting the numbers pleases him), and waited out the night fairly well. He's skipped meals before. No big deal.

On ( Read more... )

OOC: Backdated to the 12th-ish.
He's got a bone to pick with Alex's mirror, but anyone is welcome to thread, mirrorside or realside!

Mark's in the now-empty ballroom, writing on one of the larger mirrors with a felt-tipped pen.
He's a scribbler ordinarily, but he wants to get his message across on the first try, and he's not sure if Alex's mirror will ( Read more... )

Early spring means nicer weather means open windows and more time outside and Mark in a far more carefree mood than usual. He's addressing the mansion at large today, simply because he feels like it ( Read more... )

After the strange fog goes up around the mansion, anyone who walks into the library will find it changed. The ceiling is lower than usual,  the shelving gone completely haphazard, reel-to-reels and newspaper clippings and fat manila folders shoved in among the books.

Walk a bit further, and the black and white tile of the floor begins to climb the ( Read more... )

OOC: Backdated to Friday, before the event.

Oh boy, how do you go about this sort of thing? Missing people he can do. Missing pets? Not so much.
We'll begin with some awkward throat-clearing.

"I'm looking for a baby crocodile--he went missing from room 404 sometime on  the second. The owner's...uh. The owner's home now. He'd like his pet back. Has ( Read more... )

OOC: Coinciding with/resulting from this.

Mark's moving quickly through the mansion, systematically checking public areas and any doors that will open. He's not panicking by any means--Alex is smart, Alex is careful, Mark is probably just being silly--but there's some tightness to his voice when he checks in with the comm network.

"Has anyone seen ( Read more... )

Unwilling to grace the network with the ~miracle~ of seahorse birth, Mark has spent the final few hours of the event hiding in his closet. Now his wall camera is making up for lost time.
It catches him sitting on his bed, elbows resting on his knees, nursing a mug of coffee. He still looks a little pale, but from the relaxed way he holds himself, ( Read more... )

Mark is in the submerged library, floating with his tail curled around the rungs of a stepladder and an open encyclopaedia of marine life held close to his face. He proceeds steadily through his chosen entry, despite the difficulties caused by running ink and eyes that have turned slightly fishy. Unable to take notes, he murmurs softly himself as ( Read more... )