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allamericanboy (allamericanboy) wrote in forgotten_gods,
@ 2009-05-02 14:28:00

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."

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absolutecontrol
2009-05-02 05:58 pm UTC (link)

Having seen the entry Mark's assistant had posted before he left, Jamie had been mulling one word over and over ever since.

Donkey. Donkeys.

It didn't make any sense, did it? Donkeys didn't just magically appear out of thin air in a studio - except they obviously had. Maybe he would ask the Democratic Party or maybe he wouldn't. There were things even National Security didn't really need to know.

"It's okay," Jamie replied. "You're a busy man and Mr Walker here was so kind as to keep me company." He gave his glass a small shake and grinned. Mark looked just fine - perhaps a little better than what Jamie had grown accustomed to. Less tired, less stressed out. Oh well, the other man was probably reaping the benefits being the ruling party one again.

"How's it going?"

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allamericanboy
2009-05-02 06:34 pm UTC (link)

"It's been a week." That seemed the most appropriate way to describe a week filled with tabloid reports, repressed urges for a member of the same sex, receiving the opportunity to name a supreme court justice, gaining another seat in the senate, and having donkeys and confetti appear out of thin air around you. It'd been a week in the life of the Democratic Party.

Mark raised his hand slightly, signalling to a waiter across the room. He needed something to drink. "I'm at the point where I'm about ready to offer myself up as the solution to the American energy crisis," he said. "I feel like I could power the entire tri-state area with my pinky." That pinky was responsible for at least three donkeys and its fair share of confetti.

"How're you?" he asked Jamie in return. "This torture thing hasn't been keeping you up too late, has it?"

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absolutecontrol
2009-05-03 10:04 am UTC (link)

Jamie's smile looked a little doubtful and his cocked eyebrow only enforced that impression. "No offence, Mark, but you don't strike me as a very reliable power source." Using the Democratic Party as a power source would be - what was the word? - risky.

"Would it bother you terribly if it had been keeping me up late?" Leaning back in his chair, National Security chuckled. He hardly ever slept - the last month being the exception to the rule - because there was always work to do. Besides, there were other things that kept him busy. Finding ways of keeping the two war deities who worked for him now occupied and ordering... baby stuff.

"I'm good," he added, pushing his previous thoughts aside. "Mostly. Like you said, the people of a 'free society' deserve to learn the 'truth'." How many would actually read and want to learn the truth that laid beyond scandalous sounding, shocking headlines, however, was questionable.

"Also, I'm sure the next disaster is waiting just around the corner."

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allamericanboy
2009-05-03 10:18 pm UTC (link)

"Hey, I'm a perfectly reliable power source," Mark replied with a grin. "Could even be said I've got too much of it right now." He was sure that Glibt would agree. After all, his friend was the one who was siphoning off all the excess power.

A waiter placed a glass of whiskey in front of Mark and he took a long, healthy gulp before speaking again. The one glass would do just fine-- it didn't take very much to get him at least tipsy given the amount of power coursing through him now.

"I wouldn't want you kept awake over something like that. I'm sure there're far more important things that could be occupying your time," he said with a shrug. "Like preventing that disaster just around the corner. Do you have to be such a downer? I prefer the power of positive thought." A luxury he could afford right now, given everything that had happened that week.

"If you want something to do, though," he offered, smirking. "I'd go for some government agency taking out Paparazzi."

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absolutecontrol
2009-05-05 07:31 am UTC (link)

Suddenly the donkeys lost their aura of oddness and became quite entertaining. The Democratic Party was obviously having a blast which affected the world in a very interesting manner. Fortunately, nothing like this had happened when the GOP came out on top nine years ago. Elephants appearing out of thin air? Hadn't happened.

"What can I say? I like to distribute my misery to everyone around me in a democratic manner. Drizzling on people's parades since 1950 and not intending to stop any time soon," Jamie quipped and shrugged lightly. It was nice to see Mark so energetic and happy and he assumed that vacations under a desk wouldn't make an appearance any time soon. Maybe Jamie could borrow that spot in the near future. Nobody would suspect him hiding there...

"Paparazzi? She really hit a nerve there, didn't she? It was just a photograph, Mark. One that, as you've said, isn't more than a blurry phone camera shot. It was a harmless kiss on the cheek. There's nothing wrong with that." National Security tilted his head, smiling. He wouldn't have a problem with making that woman disappear but he was sure that if she vanished, ten others would pop up and take her place. At least, for now, they were dealing with just one annoying gossip goddess.

"Come on. Modern men are secure enough in their masculinity to brush something like that off and laugh about it, right?"

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