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[mitanarchist]

See Collins.

See him enter the Inn.

See his shirt change to something with Government Rocks! on the front.

See how long it will take him to notice.

Bother.

[ooc: Will be in and out all evening.]

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[bohemian_mark]

See a filmmaker.

See a filmmaker without a costume for the first hallowe'en in his life.

See the filmmaker snicker, and pull out the camera.

[ooc: See the mun not have much time, but not be able to resist.]

[mitanarchist]

See the anarchist flip the filmmaker off.

See the anarchist sprawl gracelessly in a chair.

"Just remember I'll get my revenge," he says easily.

[bohemian_mark]

"I'm sure you will." There's a huge smirk on Mark's face. "I'm just enjoying the irony for now before I get my ass kicked into next week."

[mitanarchist]

"Enjoy it all you can, baby. It ain't gonna last."

[bohemian_mark]

Mark makes a face, then smirks.

Zoom in on Thomas Collins, one time anarchist, current owner and operator of Actual Reality, an up and coming restauraunt in Santa Fe. Watch as his friend teases him about a shirt that this Inn seems to think he needs. Tremble in fear as the friend gets threatened within one inch of his camera's life.

[mitanarchist]

Collins smirks back.

Zoom in on Mark Cohen, currently heading the Endangered Species list. Watch him flail after pointed insinuations about his true nocturnal activities and desires before retreating to hide behind his pregnant wife. Who, narration has been assured, isn't in the mood to be disturbed from her nap. Alas for poor Mark Cohen.

[bohemian_mark]

"Hey!" Mark puts the camera down and facepalms. "Not fair. Totally not fair." He sighs. "I cave, I cave." He sticks the camera back in his bag and flops in a chair. "So, what's been up?"

[mitanarchist]

"You sound like one of my students. I've never claimed to be fair." He grins. "Nothing much in particular. I decided to let the amateur hooligans cause trouble tonight."

[bohemian_mark]

Mark snickers. "Kyle wanted to make up some little bags for kids who came to trick-or-treat, so we let her. Adam and Jon have copies of Connections and Moving Pictures, and some other things people've done for older kids." He smirks. "Hey. I always wanted to be one of those awesome houses that gave out neat stuff." What he's not mentioning is that all the little bags have giftcards to FAO Schwartz in them.

[mitanarchist]

"We gave out candy too and had someone on standby with a metal detector to check the bags of passing kids if their parents asked." Collins sighs. "People are sick--we found some razors."

[bohemian_mark]

Mark glares. "That's just fucking wrong. Hallowe'en is supposed to be a good holiday where people get sick on candy, not get their insides cut up." Yes, this is a pissed filmmaker.

[mitanarchist]

"Consider that the closest I'll ever get to civic duty. Kids should be protected."

[bohemian_mark]

"People shouldn't be hurting kids. That's just...." Mark glares. "I don't understand people. I really fucking don't."

[mitanarchist]

"I gave up trying a long time ago." Collins lightly cuffs Mark's head. "And I was tellin' you about that so you'd know the kids we saw were safe. Stop fretting. You'll have plenty to flail about soon enough."

Fifty-something days and counting, Narration reminds.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark flails. "Um, yeah. Valentine gave birth the other day." He's trying not to think about that. "It'll be.... different." And yes, this is a petrified filmmaker.

[mitanarchist]

"You'll be fine."

He wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it.