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The building didn’t normally feel as big as it did right now, as he was sprinting down the hallway. Fearing that at any moment, the droid was going to round the corner and shoot him. He could see the elevators at the end of the hall, if he could just make it to there he might have a chance.
--Pang!--
There was a noise, and Mark saw something burst out of the wall near his legs. It narrowly missed him, and he had been too quick for him to react to, but he stumbled in surprise. The next two soared through the air about where his head would have been had he not tripped. Somehow he managed to avoid being shot and he reached the end of the hall. He slapped the buttons on the elevator, accidentally hitting up and down, calling two lifts.
Realizing the lifts might take too long, he opened the door to the fire escape emergency stairwell. This set off the alarm, loud noises and bright lights flashing. He was about to head down when a lift opened. Second guessing himself, he turned back, got in the lift, and hit the wrong floor. The door slid closed before he could get back out. He’d meant to go down, but he’d told it to the third floor by accident. Now he’d have to go up a floor before going back down, and he’d be easy prey trapped in the lift if he rode it back down.
His best bet at this point would be to leave the lift and try to lose his pursuer on the top floor and find a different way back down. He’d see if I could get an emergency call out for help while the lift went up.
Christmas Cat-astrophe
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It was dark in the areas Mark hadn’t gone through yet, and he couldn’t see too clearly down the hallway at first. He’d heard a noise, realizing he’d stepped on some papers that had somehow been tossed to the ground. Whatever knocked the hole in the building must have jostled some other things around the building. As he bent over to pick up the papers at his feet, he looked out, realizing that there were sparks occasionally flying out of ruined office equipment, lighting up a scene of wanton destruction. He unconsciously tried to take a step back, slipping on the loose papers and falling on his ass. He heard an impact above him and felt something dust down onto his head. He quickly stood back up and hit the lights. He saw several sharp looking things deeply embedded in the wall.
He also saw that there was a robot of some sort that had apparently been wrecking the place. Mark turned and ran.
Christmas Cat-astrophe
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There was definitely a noise from the other part of the floor. Mark found himself wishing he’d been able to argue better with his employees when they insisted that his office needed to be near the top of the building. This place was spooky at night and he really didn’t like having to go past everyone and above them just because he ran the place.
He was worried about the sound, and as much as he really wanted to be in and out he should at least find out what had made it. At the very least if something had been knocked over he could leave a note for people to get a heads up for when the--there is a hole in the wall.
Even in the shock, even knowing they were not around, his ingrained fear of accidentally teaching his sons bad word kept the second half of the swear from escaping “Holy --”
There were more noises coming from deeper in the office. Whatever had caused this might still be doing more, he’d have to figure out what was going on before he could figure out what to do about it.
Christmas Cat-astrophe
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Mark had snuck back into the office after hours. He didn’t like leaving the boys home alone, but they should both be soundly asleep and he wouldn’t need to stay long. He just had to get to his office and bring back the presents he’d stashed. The kids were getting all too good at checking all the hiding places in the house and this was the only way to make sure they didn’t crack them open early.
Besides, it isn’t like anything would happen in an abandoned medical supply company’s office building in the middle of the night on Christma--what was that noise?
Christmas Cat-astrophe
It was getting cold.
Pluto was inspecting a human city his roaming had put him near. He finally felt like he’d worked out the last of the rust on his movement. After so much time derelict it had been an amazing feeling to just open back up and move.
Now with that out of his system he’d realized that there were still some things he hadn’t tested out, and should definitely do.
He hadn’t made sure his weapons were fully operational, for a start.
There was something he didn’t recognize about the city, which seemed rather more decked out in lights than he remembered the humans tending to do. He’d try to avoid the more heavily decorated areas, those seemed to be teeming with more people and he wanted to run some tests before he did anything that would get him into a REAL fight. He’d stick to the outskirts, see what kind of trouble he could cause to the infrastructure or industrial buildings.
He was going to have to fight to keep himself from shooting out the speakers playing the upbeat music if he wanted to keep a low profile.
He stepped over the smoking wreckage of his ‘Maybe just one’ and slid into an alley, looking for something fun to break.
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Christmas Mistletoe.
Reblog and see who leaves you a kiss in your ask box. ;)
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“Oh, and if you’re going to leave Frank’s Mixtape in the car try to turn the volume back down when you’re done!”
He had coffee to wake him up in the morning before work, he didn’t need the extra heart attack to help out.
markzris:
“Yeah, I did. When it comes to the cooking puns I have what the kids are calling mad skilletz.”
That pun was bad enough that it’d hurt both of them.
“We’re leaving now before our brain rots out and you have to sweep it under the rug.” Keys in hand, they leave to go to the grocery store. Pray they don’t run over anything they shouldn’t while they drive…
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“Yeah, I did. When it comes to the cooking puns I have what the kids are calling mad skilletz.”
That pun was bad enough that it’d hurt both of them.
markzris:
“Tell you what, you put this 20 in the gas tank while you’re there and you can even take the car. That way while you’re getting the pepper we can be saving our thyme.”
“We get the car? Fuck yes!” Eager hands snag the money from Mark’s grip and they quickly agree to get what he wanted from the store. They’re pulling on sneakers before pausing for a long moment. “Did you just… Did you…” The cogs are turning.
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“Tell you what, you put this 20 in the gas tank while you’re there and you can even take the car. That way while you’re getting the pepper we can be saving our thyme.”
@markzris continued from here!
“Fine, fine. But we’re grabbing chocolate for a snack too.” And maybe a beer for the walk home, but he doesn’t have to know that.
#discordantmadness#I mean we could always throw him in as a trial victim and peddle feels later#I think I still remember how to do that#Mark is just there to be naive and make dad jokes and he's all outta naive
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I’m doing the rest of the prep-work to prepare for dinner but if you prefer I could probably produce the meal without the proper pepper.
If you're hanging out at the store again we need more pepper. And an onion.
“Why are we getting groceries?? Why can’t you do it?”
#discordantmadness#Well I've been leveling up my dad jokes and wordplay so bring it#I'll adopt you again#I'll adopt anyone#I'll adopt myself
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Pancakes!
Mark got up early, sneaking into the kitchen. He wouldn’t dream of starting the day’s project alone, but he wanted to make sure everything was ready first. Mostly he wanted to make sure that his child-proofing was fresh. The boys were amazingly skilled at getting into trouble when things got rolling.
He heard a gasp from the hallway. “Markie you started?” He could hear the betrayal in the voice. He tries to get up and explain, but he’d still had his head in the cupboard and only succeeded in lightly dazing himself. He heard another gasp, and the sound of tiny feet scampering away. Nemio was probably going to bring in the muscle. Mark pulled out the pan he was reaching for and rubbed the bump on his head. The patter of little feet had multiplied on the way back. “Drawer hurt Markie!”
That sounds about right. Mark was able to get it closed just before it would have been mercilessly savaged by a small child wielding—what was it this time? A butter knife. Mark scooped up his avenger before the door was dealt justice for daring to be dangerous. “I’m okay, I just bumped my head a little. I’m fine. And I haven’t started yet.” He picked up a spatula, offering it as a trade to try and bribe the knife from Prikriti.
Pri accepted the side-grade and waved his new weapon around. “You boys ready to do pancakes?”
“PANCAKES”
He didn’t often get a chance to cook with the boys, but he treasured the times he could. He set Pri on a stool. He was about to pick up Nem to do the same but noticed something missing. “Where is Glava?”
“Glava still sleeping.” Mark still wasn’t sure what the little stuffie was actually supposed to be, but Nem loved the little thing and Mark would never hear a word about his son’s favorite toy. It was nice that he wouldn’t have to clean pancake batter out of it though.
“We’ll just have to do an extra good job without him then.” Mark reached down and got Nem up on a stool as well. He got the big metal bowl out and divided up the duties. “Alright Pri, you get the flour. We need you to fill this little cup up with flour three times and dump it in the bowl. You can use the spatula to level off the top.”
“Nem, you’re in charge of pouring milk, up to this line here, and then carefully opening this egg into there too. I’ll work on the other stuff. Ready?” He got little cheers from his sons as they all started. Mark split his activities between the remaining ingredients, handling the small amount of sugar, butter, and making sure to sneak a cup of chocolate chips into the bowl when he was sure neither of them were looking. Satisfied for a moment, Mark turned around to plug in the stand mixer.
While Mark was distracted, Pri noticed that there was a yellow bag on the counter that hadn’t been there earlier. Chocolate! Pri set the spatula down for a second to reach into the bag with both hands and dump as much as he could into the bowl. He added more flour on top to try and cover it up. He had just enough time to sneak the bag over to Nem’s area, wanting to share the chocolate bounty.
Mark picked up the mixing bowl. “Perfect, let’s get this mixed up. Good job with the dry ingredients Pri.” He ruffled Pri’s hair a little before turning to fit the mixing bowl into the mixer.
Nem had saw Pri move the bag of Chocolate over. He reached in and tried one, making sure it was still something he liked. Satisfied with the results, he dumped the rest of the bag into the cup with the liquid ingredients. He scampered off the stool trying to hide the empty bag in the trash.
Mark knew his way around his own kitchen, even with his unpredictable helpers; he didn’t need to turn his head to reach behind him and grab the measuring cup the liquid ingredients were in. He tried to pat his Liquid Ingredient Helper for his efforts, but found that the little scamp had vanished. As he poured the cup into the mixing bowl he turned, trying to see where Nem had ended up. He saw a head just barely peeping up over the counter. “Good work Nem!”
He lit the stove and let the mixer run, keeping an eye on the boys as they got distracted and started playing. After the pan was hot enough he poured out the batter for the first pancake... Or at least tried to. He scraped some off with a spatula, hearing it clink a little when it hit the pan. Looks like there might have been a few too many chips in that one. The smell of cooking pancakes was quickly overpowered by the smell of almost-burnt chocolate. He flipped the pancake, realizing just how heavily dosed with chocolate it had been when he saw the bottom.
There was a noise like marbles being dropped and a pair of giggles. He saw a small black object roll past the corner. He looked at the counter where the rest of the bag of chips was—er, had been. He looked back at the one on the ground. Pri walked over and tried to pick it up a few times before crouching down and trying to eat it off the floor. He looked back at the batter still in the bowl. A creeping suspicion was arising.
With the first pancake cooked as well as it could be, Mark scraped another into the pan and walked around the corner, where the bottom handful of the previously full bag of chips was scattered on the floor, being either stepped on and smeared around or eaten by his sous chefs. He laughed, too busy enjoying the moment to worry about the cleanup.
The pancakes were so rich with chocolate that none of them could make it through more than half of one, even without syrup. It was still a great start to the day.
#sadjavo#MaskedJavo#HEY Lets play the fun game of who of my followers actually know/remember what this account is by dropping an un-cut thing of happyfluff with
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It had been a productive trip. While he didn’t like being away from headquarters for long, there were some tasks that his boss insisted on him handling personally. Establishing business relations in a potential new market was one of them. His briefcase had been full of samples that he had traded for contact information of suppliers in the area. The process had been a lot less...formal than he was used to, but Snowtown was a very different city so some differences were to be expected.
The trip had taken a few days, and he’d gotten a little scruffy. The path from his last meeting to the modest motel he’d been staying in brought him by a Tonsorial Parlour. The sign clearly said they did shaves, so he figured the name was meant to be a touristy draw. Maybe this was a historically old part of town. Anyway, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get himself looking sharp before returning the next day.
He climbed the stairs to the barber shop portion of the building and knocked on the door gently as he walked in.
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*shows up wearing a helmet*
markzris replied to your post “just a fr…”
Prove it
boi come here and i’ll show you (ง'̀-‘́)ง
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Mewp
Hit me up for some stuff I need to get this going again~
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Hit me up for some stuff I need to get this going again~
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A harmless little birthday party last month while you were away. Nothing too big or fancy, we got everything cleaned up and put back right after. I figured nothing would come of it but it seems that someone (I haven’t actually worked out which one) decided to get their own confetti and has been booby-trapping the place at random.
Sorry
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I’m sorry it is all my fault I tried to explain confetti to the workers and a couple of them got a little, uh, fixated.
Swats at the little pieces of paper flying everywhere.
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