allamericanboy (allamericanboy) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-02 14:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | democratic party, national security |
Who: Mark and Jamie
What: Finally meeting for drink times!
When: Friday Night
Where: The Brasserie
Warnings: Probably none aside from language.
It was only when the donkeys started appearing in his office that Mark decided it was time to escape. The CNN studios were a space of professionalism and integrity, and there were donkeys grazing on camera wires on the AC:360 set and peeing behind desks. It was definitely time to leave. His powers were absolutely out of control and he really hadn't been joking when he'd told Glibt the other day that an excess of power meant donkeys and confetti. The confetti? Well that was on its way.
5...4...3...2...
Mark actually felt guilty when the elevator door closed, and just through the crack in the door he could see a rain of red, white, and blue paper begin falling to the ground. Mia was sitting behind her desk looking about was frazzled as he'd ever seen her, but there was very little he could do and the best thing for them all was for him to get out of there. He pulled out his Blackberry and texted Jamie, letting him know he'd be getting to the restaurant a few minutes late. He was going to walk over, wanting to avoid having to explain donkey's appearing in a taxi. And maybe with the length of the walk enough of the power would just sort of... leak out.
It took about twenty minutes to get over to the place and by the time he'd made it there was literally a trail of confetti that anyone could have followed from the CNN building to the Brasserie. But it was worth it to have gotten most of the excess power out of his system. He was able to walk in and look for Jamie in a perfectly normal fashion. He spotted him easily and headed over to sit down.
"Hey," he greeted him. "Sorry I'm late."