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[hollywdcockroch]

The Front door Opens.

This is a figure who hasn't been around for a while-but that doesn't mean that he's not here. At least in spirit.

So he's got a tux on. And his hair is slicked back.

"...Okay. Right now? So not a good time."

But hey. He's here right

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[bohemian_mark]

He might be interested by the purple-haired boy scribbling at a notebook and being oblivious. His camera's beside him, looking perhaps a bit lonely.

[hollywdcockroch]

".....COHEN?"

[bohemian_mark]

"What huh?" Mark looks around. There are rather few people in the multi-verse who would talk to him like that. One's his roommate. The other's his mother. And then there are a few others. Blinking, he turns red. "Whatever it is, I swear I can explain."

[hollywdcockroch]

Carl's pointing.

"-Your head! Your head man! What did that? Some kind of a disease? I've heard of peroixde bleaching but turning it purple?"

[bohemian_mark]

"Oh, that." Mark runs a hand through his hair. "I went to a wedding yesterday, on another planet, and they had to turn me blue with purple hair so I'd blend in." He looks a bit shifty. "I'm going to get it changed back in a day or so. I just thought it would be amusing to keep for a bit." Mark decides to -not- break Carl's brain any further by saying that purple wouldn't be all that out of the ordinary in Alphabet City.

[hollywdcockroch]

"Blue people with purple hair?" Carl looks agahst, "-And I thought skull island-"

He shakes his head, "-Guh. It...works. good look for you."

Carl's always considered himself open-minded.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark cracks up at that. "There's a lot of strange people and places that connect to this bar. This is one of the more normal ones."

He grins, smirking slightly. "Everyone keeps telling me that. I guess that's why I kept the purple hair. It'll go away soon, though. I can't have it too long back home." He leans back in his chair and takes in Carl's expression and dress. "So. What's up with you?"

[hollywdcockroch]

Carl'd like to ask more questions about this mysterious Alien civilization, but when has the man turned down an opportunity to speak about himself?

"....Me? ME." Carl's totally strutting now, "-I, have just returned from the dress rehersal of KONG: THE EIGHTH WONDER OF THE WORLD."

Let that sink in.

[bohemian_mark]

Oh that's sinking in alright. Mark's eyes go huge for a moment, and he grins. "Oh? How's that going? How's the ape?" He's pushed away everything he was working on, indulging now in a bit of fanboy glee.

[hollywdcockroch]

"Big as life and twice as ugly." Carl smiles, "-He's sorta lost his spunk though. He doesn't roar at the cage anymore or bang his fists. Kinda sad."

His eyes totally aren't looking toward the door. Nope.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark raises an eyebrow and eyes the door as well. "You think he's going to bust in -here-? Now that would be kinda cool." And scary, and disturbing. But, damn, Mark would love to film that. He shrugs. "I don't know much about primates, or I'd offer help. I just, uh, know they're big and hairy."

[hollywdcockroch]

"I've got a guy from Columbia helpin' out." Carl waves a hand, "They're talking about "Studying him for science." And a bunch of other bullshit. Like I'd let that happen. after all this? we're like family."

Note the irony in that.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark winces. "That doesn't sound like that can be good. There's been some crap done to animals in my time, all under the guise of studying for science. You'd have to ask my girlfriend, though, if you want details of that. I think she protested that once." In addition to practically everything else in the 'verse.