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[OOM (with rocks in): Mark comes out of the raids Roger's closet.]

The door opens, and a stereotypical musician walks through. Messy blonde hair, leather jacket, band t-shirt and ripped jeans. Not to mention the Fender guitar case. He sits down at a table, pulls out the guitar and tries to tune up.
This won't tune. So we hear.
That's not a musician, though. That's Mark Cohen, sans camera, scarf, and glasses, and looking one hell of a lot like his roommate. Feel free to boggle.

[ooc note: Mark is under the influence of Music with Rocks In. It can be contageous. But it doesn't have to be.]

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Mark's singing as Angel comes over, the guitar picking out a badly tuned countermelody to his singing.

[the_antiangst]

As strange as this is, it's also kind of funny. Excuse Angel while he gigglefits.
Anyway: "...You might be the better person to answer that question, honey."

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[the_antiangst]

Angel raises an eyebrow. "Doesn't mean you have to dress like Roger, though. I mean, don't you usually film random shit at this juncture?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Film. Something eats at the corner of Mark's mind.

[the_antiangst]

"Well, if you say so - I mean, to everything there is a season, and all that. But I don't know if this quite merits the Roger approach."

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

""

[the_antiangst]

"Did I ever once say I didn't know that?"
And then he notices what's really wrong with this picture. Aside from the obvious.
"...Mark? Where's your camera?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark pauses for a moment, and blinks. "Now that's a strange thing to say. Come to think of it, why -did- I leave my camera in the loft?" He pauses, then just shrugs. ""

[the_antiangst]

...Okay, this is quickly moving up to 'very weird.'
"If you say so. Also, what happened to your glasses?"

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[the_antiangst]

...Right. Of course, Mark.
"So is this just some elaborate way of poking fun at Roger? And if so, how do you expect it to work if you never run into him?"

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[the_antiangst]

"Dare I ask why?"
And he has noticed the scarf's gone, but at this point? There's no real use in asking, seems like.

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"Come to think of it, I dont' really know." Mark ponder for a moment,

[the_antiangst]

"...I was half afraid you'd say something like that," Angel says, mostly to himself.
Oh well; the detective work can wait a while yet, he thinks.