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... )

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... )

( locked to Jack, easy hack )

Mark stands facing the camera, deliberately filming himself. It isn't something he's terribly comfortable with, but he's guessed that he's more approachable this way than as a disembodied voice on the radio. There's a world map tacked to his wall, a box of pins and a ball of yarn at the ready on his desk. He clears his throat and begins, a little ( Read more... )

The second floor hall camera shows a feed of Mark, bundled up in coat and hat and gloves like a responsible kid should be, with a snazzy red runner sled under one arm.

An idle thought about Christmas and an open closet door had yielded the sled, and he's off to make good use of it.

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