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[bohemian_mark]

Mark wanders through the front door of the bar, singing to himself. Five hundred twenty-five thousand sixhundred minutes, how do you measure a year in the life? If you ask him where he got the song from, he probably won't even know.

However, he is at the bar, singing, drumming a pen against a theory book, and reading. He probably would love some

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[corsec_jedi]

"You look like you're enjoying yourself." Corran wanders over, drink in hand.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark chuckles. "Well, as much as I can be enjoying myself with homework. It's a lovely day outside, which I probably should be filming or enjoying, but hell. I came here instead."

[corsec_jedi]

Mark is now getting a look of mild skepticism. "Homework? For an award-winning artist? What in the Sith for?"

"And if you really want to be outdoors, the lake's still a great place for that." Pause. "Well, and for lightsaber training. But that's not the point."

[bohemian_mark]

"Don't ask. I'm really wondering why I'm doing it, but I never finished school, and then I got famous. So, I thought I'd go back to school. Don't really need it, but what the hell."

The thought of Mark with a lightsabre rather scares this mun, so she will put it out of her mind for now. "Unfortunately, I don't have a lightsabre to train with, but I could film things outside. I've done it before." He laughs. "I'll probably go out there later."

[rebelheartalien]

Michael comes in and over to the Bar, nodding to Mark.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark waves cheerily at Michael, drumming his pen on the book a bit more. A moment later, a drink of whatever sort Michael usually drinks appears in front of the other man. Hey, Mark still owes Michael half his soul.

[rebelheartalien]

"Oh, hey - thanks." He grins.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark grins back. "Hey, no problem. How're things going on Antar?" He closes the book, pen marking his place.

[the_antiangst]

Did somebody send for a counter-rhythm?
Well, Mark's got one anyway. It seems to be coming from off to his right.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark looks over his shoulder and smirks, wandering over to Angel, and rummaging in his bag, pulling out People, Newsweek, and Time, plunking them on a table with a grin. No words yet, though.

[the_antiangst]

"What's this all about, then?"
Not that he can't guess, but still.

[bohemian_mark]

"I thought you might like to read what people think about you." He grins. "It's actually fairly complimentary."