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 Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 9:52 pm
Gale was in his closet office, being completely and totally innocent in the fact that he had a) not touched anything he wasn't supposed to be, and b) was doing paperwork like a Good Death Hunter should be.
Nothing was going to go wrong today. Nothing whatsoever.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 2:02 am
"This is awesome," the door burst open and Mark, carrying two laptops, a bunch of power extension cords, a printer that was trailing behind him still printing, several cell phones plugged in, and a bunch of runic god knows what took a good look around, and parked everything on the floor, "thank god you have a place, padawan. I was beginning to lose hope."
He started to plug everything in and reassemble all his electronics without any further invitation.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 11:30 am
Gale was starting to wonder if the Do Not Disturb sign on his door was ever going to actually work. He jumped about a foot in the air as Mark came barging in, Gale flipping around to stare at him.
"Ah," he said pointedly. "Mark."
A long pause.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 12:21 pm
"Hiding." Mark replied, looking behind his computers, searching in the tangle of wires and then in his pockets before looking up, "Do you have one of those runic stapler thingies, boss always keeps one, or two, or five."
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 12:34 pm
This, in true Mark fashion, did not explain a single thing.
"Hiding from who, exactly?" asked Gale, squinting at him. "And uh, no, not that I...recall..."
He glanced around his desk and picked up a regular stapler, which he offered to Mark, and, in doing so, wondered why he was doing so.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 1:28 pm
"Eh, pass." Mark handed the stapler back, without a single thank you, and began to type madly to a messaging window on the computer that wasn't just compiling lines and lines of code. "You know when you do something bad, but it's not that bad, but it's like bad enough, and then you're like wow, that was so super bad, but really more like not bad then bad and I don't know where I'm going with this."
He stopped rambling and just openly typed to what appeared to be a chatroom called 'We are Marvelchatter'."
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 2:05 pm
Gale had forgotten what Mark was saying by the end of his sentence. He also contemplated throwing the stapler at his head, but that probably would have been a bad idea, so instead he just stuck it back on the desk.
"Are you saying you did something bad?" Gale asked suspiciously.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 4:41 pm
"Hang on," Mark was typing rapidly to the chat, and seemed to be spamming the same words over and over again in caps. After about thirty seconds of this, he looked back up, still typing, but less intensely, "define bad. Technically, no, I didn't do anything bad, I just didn't do you know," he held up one hand for air quotes, "as expected. But it's okay now, I told him it was your fault."
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 4:44 pm
"Okay..." said Gale slowly, resisting the urge to ask if Mark ever did anything as expected. He squinted over his shoulder, trying to read what he was typing on the screen. "So you - "
The rest of the sentence hit him abruptly.
"Wait, you told him WHAT was my fault?!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 4:51 pm
If Gale was still reading, he would have caught this long runon sentence about Mark talking about how he was under-appreciated and nobody tagged him ever or enjoyed his OTPS. Interwebs jargon.
The entire chat window was silent except for one person who finally replied with a very stilted 'I'm sorry.....' and then Mark was on his long keyboard tirade again as he talked, "I told Caelius that you accidentally messed up the portal calibration and sent a few people to the wrong coordinates, but that's okay, we got people to look for them, and I have about thirty minutes to type up all these rp tags before anyone comes looking for you and me."
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 10:05 pm
Gale did not understand a word of what Mark was writing. What he did understand was the fact that he'd just been blamed for Mark's incompetence.
"You did WHAT?!" he half screeched, Gale nearly toppling out of his chair. "MARK WHY!?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 12:12 pm
"Relax." Mark paused just long enough to stare at his laptop timer. "We still have twenty-two minutes and thirty three seconds. Thirty two. Thirty one."
He reached over for a drink that did not exist. "Um, you wouldn't happen to have any beer lying around a tiny fridge would you, you totally need one of those."
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 1:22 pm
"I - no, I don't have any beer, or a fridge," said Gale, momentarily distracted from his outrage to glare at Mark. "I don't have room for a mini fridge in here, in case you haven't noticed."
There was a pause, and then -
"Wait, twenty-two minutes until what, exactly? Until Caelius finds us?!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 3:09 pm
"Until he discovers that you did the thing," Mark complied to Gale, as he was much more interested in making sure his RP post went perfectly, especially since typing dialogue was very difficult to master, "I dunno the time after that, probably like, five minutes? How good of a hiding place would you say this place was?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 3:15 pm
Gale slid out of his chair, reached over Mark, and promptly attempted to push the laptop screen shut.
"What I did?" he said indignantly. "I think you mean, what you did! And, well..."
The question caught him a little off guard. Gale scowled down at Mark, which wasn't very far, because even sitting, Mark was almost as tall as Gale was and that was kind of sad.
"Well, it's kind of like a closet, and it's a labyrinth down here, and - that's beside the point, you've gotta tell him it was your fault."
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