063 Red Letters (backdated to yesterday the 20th

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Mark Hunter's friends]

Hey guys. It's Mark's birthday today. I'm cool if everyone wants a party but I think it would be hilarious if everyone gave him stupid shit - like a box filled with nothing but packing peanuts. Hell, fill our room with balloons I don't give a shit [she cackles with laughter] Get creative

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[everyone ELSE in the castle... except Mark]

It's Mark's birthday today. You know, the guy who does the weekly broadcasts around here. If any of you care and wanna do something do something crazy. Like blow up the microwave or fuck with the elevator. Something that'll shake things up in Castle Wonderfuck. Hallmark Cards are for lazy uncreative people. [she laughs].

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[Mark/room filter]

[with a GRIN] Don't think I forgot what day it is today.

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[eat_me_beat_me]

[She laughs]

Because he's whining about getting old so I figured mixing things up would be a good way to get him out of that funk. Besides, he'd be more interested if people were using their heads and getting creative instead of just giving him whatever crap they had on hand.

[toobravehearted]

[You jest, Nora! He openly laughs.] Good heavens, yes well, at the ripe old age of- How old is he?

I'll need a moment to prepare his gift but I'll have it sent over presently. [He's not kidding either. There's a metallic 'pop' and a fizz... Mark should receive two tins of Root Beer. One full, aaaand one not. The Doctor is sure Mark can actually make use of the full one and maybe even get to the end of the alphabet this time.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

The ripe old age of 19. Same as me.

[Oh that's brilliant. Nora approves whole heartedly.]