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In the morning Mark can be found at the beach, digging a wide, shallow pit just above the tide mark. He'll take take the occasional break to hunt the shoreline for bits of driftwood.

When the sun gets high, he'll retreat into the shade of the woods, in search of fallen branches (which are a bit rarer than he'd like--even the wilder parts of Wonderland are a bit manicured.)

In the evening, he hauls his finds back to the beach, stacks them in a tidy pyramid, and crouches down with a book of matches.

Around sunset he'll have a blazing bonfire down at the edge of the water, quite visible from the mansion windows. Feel free to bother him at any point in the process.

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[Delta just happens to be kicking around the beach when Mark is busy digging. He idly notices him, but doesn't remember him. Hell, he doesn't even know a face to put the voice he heard in Rapture to. Due to not knowing him, he doesn't make a move to communicate, but rather continues sitting by the edge of the water.]

[At some point he'll look up and wave without approaching. If Delta wants his space, he can have it.]

Good morning.

[Okay, timeline issues. He certainly doesn't remember him, but they spoke on the network now! Hooray for timeline issues!]

[Delta gets up, shuffling his fat ass off the sand, and waves back to him. A low, strange little noise is given as a "good morning" back.]

[Eh what are a few timeline issues between friends, right? Mark continues working for a bit before speaking again.]

Do you like it out here?

[NOTHING THATS WUT..anyway..]

[Does he like it here? He's not sure. It's familiar. Delta decides to voice his opinion by typing on his communicator again, and trodding over to give it to Mark.]

It's peaceful here.

[He takes it and reads, stretching his back.]

Yeah. For the moment.

[Nothing ominous about that at all!]

..Is it not usually?

No no, it is. Have you heard of events yet? They're the exception, not the rule.

[Peacock has been watching Mark for awhile now, legs crossed daintily as she sits in one of the trees above his head. The red eyes on her arms glowing faintly in the shade of the trees until one of them pops right off of the long metal limb and floats down and over to Mark.

It hovers behind him awhile, watching him collect the sticks.]

[He hasn't noticed her yet, but as he straightens up a red glow at the corner of his eye makes him whirl suddenly, dropping his current load of sticks.]

[And the floating eye stares at him.

For a long whole.]

What're you doing?

[The eye returns to Peacock's arm when she speaks.]

[He follows the movement of the eye up to Peacock's hiding place--and relaxes a little. Despite the unsettling hardware, he's seen her around.]

Gathering fuel. What're you doing up there?

Fuel? For what?

[And she hops down, smoothing her dress down with her gloved hands.] I felt like climbing some trees, got a problem?

No, not particularly. You startled me, that's all.

I was thinking of having a bonfire on the beach.

That's what a lot of people say when they get a look at me. [SHRUG! She goes and picks up a stick off the ground, moving it back and forth between her hands.]

Any reason? You trying to make smoke signals or something? You know that ain't gonna work here.

For fun, mostly. I've heard a few times that I don't have enough of it.

[Although the possibility of receiving signals back had crossed his mind once or twice.]

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Really? If you don't have any fun you'll just be a boring old man. Guess I'll have to help you out. [She twirls the stick before looking over a nearby tree.] You want me to cut one of these big old trees down?

[He shakes his head.]

It won't be fun anymore if I get stuck with anything too big to carry, or too green to burn.

But if you want to help, I wouldn't mind. Maybe you could cut off some dead branches from up high.

I can carry it, that's easy.

[She looks up at the tree though, an eye popping off her arm to fly up and look the branches over.] But have it your way.

[LASER BEAM BLAST and a couple branches fall to the ground.] So what's your name, gramps?

[Well that's impressive and mildly terrifying. FORTUNATELY Mark has been around long enough that he only stares for a moment.]

Thanks.

[He moves to add one of the less cumbersome branches to his armload.]

I bet you'll insist on gramps whether I tell you my name or not.

[She picks the others up easily, arm wrapping around them.]

Not a problem, grandpa. [She smirks; all metal teeth.] And you don't know that. You might have a neat name.

[Shrug. He thinks she'll be disappointed.]
Mark Meltzer.

Meltzer? That ain't bad.

[Mark is totally boring, though.]

You want more wood? Or do you think this'll be enough?

Glad you approve.

This is plenty, with what I've already got. Thanks.

Where are you taking it? You got a pile somewhere?

[And she hoists the collection of branches over her shoulder and motions for him to lead the way.]

On the beach. I've been back and forth a couple times already. This way.

[And he turns resolutely beachwards.]

[ Around sunset also just so happens to be the time Faraday considers perfect for a walk. A good seven months old the puppy has gained both size and speed and feels instantly intrigued by the fiery set-up and charges towards the bonfire, barking happily.

Philip can only steady her leash and follow suit, making sure to keep her away from the flames in case her natural instincts are on a holiday. He approaches, slower than the husky, but no less curious, spotting a silhouette and wondering who is responsible for the beacon. ]

[The barking gives Mark a good warning, so he straightens up to greet his visitors, offering one hand to the puppy to sniff and a vague, friendly wave to Philip.]

'Evening.

[ And one- ]

'Evening!

[ -right back at the silhouette Philip now recognises as Mark. He walks closer and inspects the fire. A strange setting, all by itself. ]

...Camping trip?

[ Asked jokingly in tone, at least half of it.]

Edited 2012-07-25 16:31 (UTC)

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oh. look. a slight delay. /hides in cave forever