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[aspacepirate]

Text, locked to Rick Martinez:

(Mark might be channeling the man he calls his "evil twin" and a "ninja" as he sends this text during a break at work. The mysterious place that his friend had mentioned a while back, it had been on his mind for the last week or two.

There has to be something there, right?

Mark frowns and stares the device in his hands down before finally beginning to type.)


Hey, man. I'm at work now, but mind stopping by my place afterwards?

(Mark sighs. Better explain why.)

You know that thing we were talking about last, that airport without planes? I was thinking (I know using that thing in my head is incredibly dangerous to my health, I think you're lucky enough to avoid that curse) and I think we need to check it out.

Sooner the better.

You in?


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So, anyone good with lesson plans? I think I need someone to look over my work. A friend of mine likes to tell me that I'm teaching the kids to bike without training wheels...

I say - he's full of it - the fun stuff involves a bit of risk, but I really should be more responsible than that.

I'll meet anyone interested over at The Cat's Eye.