“Thanks!” Kate said after permission to take a photo had been granted.
*Snap!*
“Yeah, it’s actually one-of-a-kind,” Kate replied to Prof. Thalis’s inquiry. “It was made by an old friend of mine. She liked to call it ‘Nykannis’s Hyperdigienchantech Photographic Implement 3000.’” She chuckled. “Pretty pretentious, right? But that’s Nykannis for ya. I guess she’s a fairly typical mad scientist in that regard.”
It was about then that Bet Eil made her awkward and amusing entrance.
“Oh, cool, it’s the councilor. Sorry to cut this short, teach, but I’ve got something I wanna talk with her about. See ya later!” she said with a wave as she walked over to where the slime was standing.
To say that the admissions officer was exhausted would be the understatement of the century. The previous day had been bad, even for someone in his line of work. All he needed to do was look around his office to find ample evidence of that. First there was the missing door. Then there was the gaping hole in the wall where what he assumed was a Wyvern of some kind had burst in to deliver its master’s admission form. And then there was the carpet… He didn’t even want to think about the carpet…
Yes, the previous day had been so hellishly traumatic that he couldn’t manage to get even a single hour’s sleep without being beset by nightmares of flaming guinea pigs stabbing him repeatedly, before hopping on an iceberg and riding it into the maw of a moon with a demented girl’s face. And now today had begun with an admissions form being handed to him by a slimy tentacle reaching out from a portal, which had formed inside his outer ear… This had been followed by a glimmer of hope (that most fiendish of all instruments of torture), in the form of a polite and highly accomplished scion of a well-respected family appearing before him. Of course, it was obviously too good to be true, and, sure enough, he was completely incapable of performing magic… And then there was that apple which had just now materialized on his desk…
Oh, well, he thought to himself with a weary sigh, time to see what wonderful traumas the next applicant has to inflict…
But, wait… There didn’t seem to be a next applicant…
“Ahem!” a refined voice announced.
“Is someone here?” the admissions officer asked, looking around in bewilderment. The room was empty. Could… Could this person have the ability to turn invisible? He certainly hoped not…
“Down here, my good fellow!” the voice informed him.
Looking down at the chair on the other side of his desk, he was shocked to see what appeared to be a dog sitting at attention.
“D-Did… Did you just say that?” the officer asked in a quivering voice. Maybe I’m hallucinating… Or, or maaaybe he’s the brother of that other girl who was in here yesterday…
“Indeed I did, old boy,” the dog replied. “I am Parrthineas E Doxon the First, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He held out his paw.
The officer hesitantly shook it. “W-Welcome. Do you happen to have your application with you?”
“Terribly sorry, my good fellow, but they were having a paper airplane contest down by the river, and since my application was the only paper I had with me at the time I was forced to enlist its aid in that noble endeavor. I do apologize.”
“Did you win?” the officer asked, his exhaustion clear in his voice.
“In several branch universes, yes.”
The admissions officer gave a lengthy sigh, before pulling out a new form.
“Here, I’ll just fill this out for you. I already have your name, but, um, do you go by anything… shorter?”
“You may call me Parr, for short.”
“Okay and your age?”
“Sixteen changings of the seasons.”
“I’m assuming your gender is male?”
“Correct.”
“Nationality?”
“I am a proud citizen of the Federation.”
“Okay, next is appearance, I’ll just fill that out myself…” Appears to be an ordinary dog, but dressed in snappy attire including top hat and monocle. A pair of goggles is perched on the brim of the hat, and a timepiece is fastened to the fancy collar around his neck. “And your species?”
“I am clearly a Canine, my good fellow. Do you perhaps need to get your eyesight examined? I know of a good optometri—”
“Moving on… Any notable physical abilities or skills?”
“Well, like all Canines, I have an excellent sense of smell, and after that distressing incident while crossing the Sea of Ten Thousand Tempests, I made it a top priority to learn the doggy paddle.”
“Okay, how would you describe your magical style?”
“Like my renowned father before me, I am highly proficient in the realms of temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, and temporal manipulation. Care for a demonstration?”
Before the officer could say anything, the applicant produced a golden pocket watch from which emerged a beam of bluish energy. The beam struck the apple on the officer’s desk, causing it to wink out of existence.
“I believe that should answer the question of where that apple came from, hmm?”
“Yes…” But if the apple was transported from here, then how did the apple… "Moving along, any notable magical quirks?”
“None that I can think of.”
“How about magical skills, hobbies or interests?”
“Just the aforementioned interest in temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, and temporal manipulation.”
“What is your reason for enrolment?”
“Well, you see, old boy, Fae Creek Academy is the alma mater of my esteemed father, Parrthineas E Doxon the Zeroth, and I should like to follow in his footsteps and walk these hallowed halls myself, in pursuit of ever-increasing knowledge of chronological phenomena.”
“Okaaay… And you would describe your personality as…?”
“Polite, enthusiastic, and rather inquisitive.”
And somewhat eccentric…
“Can you tell me a bit about your background?”
“Oh, I’d be delighted to, my good fellow! It all started with my illustrious and supremely skilled father. He was, or rather, will be, an inventor of great renown. His greatest invention, of course, was, or rather, will be, his Farprior Machine, which he utilized to travel twenty years into the past from this current date. It was then that he met the paragon of loveliness that would become my dear mother. After my birth, he regaled me with a never-ending stream of tales about his life, tales that inspired me to emulate him in every possible respect, and it is because of that inspiration that I appear before you today.”
“Any general skills, hobbies, or interests?” the officer asked, Parr’s insane backstory barely reaching his ears before being repelled by an impenetrable wall of complete apathy.
“Well, I look foreword to developing camaraderie with my fellow students, and, perhaps, attaining an achievement so great as to merit a statue of my likeness to grace this venerable campus, like my father before me. I also greatly enjoy making paper airplanes.”
“Well, that concludes this interview. You may leave the way you came in.”
“Why thank you my good fellow! It certainly was a pleasure! Say! That is quite a lovely plant you have over there! Would you mind if I…?”
“Yes, ‘old boy’, I would mind!” the officer roared. “Now get out!”
The officer slumped in his chair.
Please let that be the last… Please let that be the last… Please let that be the…
ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ
Name / Nickname: Parrthineas E Doxon the First, “Parr” for short Age: 16 Gender: Male Nationality: The Federation
ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ
Appearance: Appears to be an ordinary dog, but dressed in snappy attire including top hat and monocle. A pair of goggles is perched on the brim of the hat, and an hourglass pendent hangs from the fancy collar around his neck.
Species: Canine
Physical Abilities / Skills: Good sense of smell, knows the doggie paddle
ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ
Magical Style: To quote the applicant: “Temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, temporal manipulation”
Magical Quirks: Apparently none of note, but I wouldn’t be surprised it this were blatantly untrue…
Reason for enrollment in Fae Creek Academy: It is apparently the applicant’s father’s alma mater, although there is no record of such an individual ever attending Fae Creek. Then again, he did say that his father traveled from the future, so…
Personality: Polite, enthusiastic, rather inquisitive, mildly eccentric…
Backstory: His “supremely skilled” father is (will be?) apparently the inventor of a time machine, which was used to travel some twenty years before our current time. His father then met his mother, and, soon after their marriage, he was born. Like his father, he became immensely interested in the various applications of time magic and magi-tech. He now wishes to increase his knowledge at his “esteemed” father’s old alma mater.
General Skills, Hobbies and Interests: Developing camaraderie with his fellow students, and, perhaps, attaining an achievement so great as to merit a statue of his likeness to grace our “venerable campus”, like his father did before (after?) him… Good luck with that… Also likes making paper airplanes.
Kate strolled into the garden with her trademark easy smile, and her camera around her neck. Although the Welcome Party had clearly already gotten underway, Kate liked to think of herself as being "fashionably late." Indeed, her late arrival certainly had its advantages. In particular, she could get far more info about the goings on than if she had been the first to arrive.
A number of students and teachers mingled about, but Kate's attention was immediately drawn to the professor nearly covered with balloons and his fellow lizardfolk professor who was trying to remove them.
Giggling, she snapped a picture of the amusing scene.
There was also a pleasingly large spread of food, but, knowing Fae Creek, there was a good chance that the quality of the offerings on display would be highly suspect, a chance that was confirmed by the sight of one of the new students choking on what appeared to be a cookie.
"Guess cookies are off the menu," Kate chuckled and snapped another picture.
Making her way to the refreshments table, she noticed one of the professors sitting on the grass, while indulging in some cupcakes.
Looks like those are edible, at least...
Taking a plastic tray, she began filling it with several cupcakes. Once she had finished, she poured herself a glass of punch and cautiously took a sip. Surprisingly, it was quite refreshing.
The sound of muttering drew her attention to the silver haired professor who was slowly circling the table, apparently trying to view it from every angle. A camera was attached to his belt.
"Hey there, teach. That's a pretty sweet lookin' camera. Mind if I take a picture of it?"
To say that the admissions officer was exhausted would be the understatement of the century. The previous day had been bad, even for someone in his line of work. All he needed to do was look around his office to find ample evidence of that. First there was the missing door. Then there was the gaping hole in the wall where what he assumed was a Wyvern of some kind had burst in to deliver its master’s admission form. And then there was the carpet… He didn’t even want to think about the carpet…
Yes, the previous day had been so hellishly traumatic that he couldn’t manage to get even a single hour’s sleep without being beset by nightmares of flaming guinea pigs stabbing him repeatedly, before hopping on an iceberg and riding it into the maw of a moon with a demented girl’s face. And now today had begun with an admissions form being handed to him by a slimy tentacle reaching out from a portal, which had formed inside his outer ear… This had been followed by a glimmer of hope (that most fiendish of all instruments of torture), in the form of a polite and highly accomplished scion of a well-respected family appearing before him. Of course, it was obviously too good to be true, and, sure enough, he was completely incapable of performing magic… And then there was that apple which had just now materialized on his desk…
Oh, well, he thought to himself with a weary sigh, time to see what wonderful traumas the next applicant has to inflict…
But, wait… There didn’t seem to be a next applicant…
“Ahem!” a refined voice announced.
“Is someone here?” the admissions officer asked, looking around in bewilderment. The room was empty. Could… Could this person have the ability to turn invisible? He certainly hoped not…
“Down here, my good fellow!” the voice informed him.
Looking down at the chair on the other side of his desk, he was shocked to see what appeared to be a dog sitting at attention.
“D-Did… Did you just say that?” the officer asked in a quivering voice. Maybe I’m hallucinating… Or, or maaaybe he’s the brother of that other girl who was in here yesterday…
“Indeed I did, old boy,” the dog replied. “I am Parrthineas E Doxon the First, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He held out his paw.
The officer hesitantly shook it. “W-Welcome. Do you happen to have your application with you?”
“Terribly sorry, my good fellow, but they were having a paper airplane contest down by the river, and since my application was the only paper I had with me at the time I was forced to enlist its aid in that noble endeavor. I do apologize.”
“Did you win?” the officer asked, his exhaustion clear in his voice.
“In several branch universes, yes.”
The admissions officer gave a lengthy sigh, before pulling out a new form.
“Here, I’ll just fill this out for you. I already have your name, but, um, do you go by anything… shorter?”
“You may call me Parr, for short.”
“Okay and your age?”
“Sixteen changings of the seasons.”
“I’m assuming your gender is male?”
“Correct.”
“Nationality?”
“I am a proud citizen of the Federation.”
“Okay, next is appearance, I’ll just fill that out myself…” Appears to be an ordinary dog, but dressed in snappy attire including top hat and monocle. A pair of goggles is perched on the brim of the hat, and a timepiece is fastened to the fancy collar around his neck. “And your species?”
“I am clearly a Canine, my good fellow. Do you perhaps need to get your eyesight examined? I know of a good optometri—”
“Moving on… Any notable physical abilities or skills?”
“Well, like all Canines, I have an excellent sense of smell, and after that distressing incident while crossing the Sea of Ten Thousand Tempests, I made it a top priority to learn the doggy paddle.”
“Okay, how would you describe your magical style?”
“Like my renowned father before me, I am highly proficient in the realms of temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, and temporal manipulation. Care for a demonstration?”
Before the officer could say anything, the applicant produced a golden pocket watch from which emerged a beam of bluish energy. The beam struck the apple on the officer’s desk, causing it to wink out of existence.
“I believe that should answer the question of where that apple came from, hmm?”
“Yes…” But if the apple was transported from here, then how did the apple… "Moving along, any notable magical quirks?”
“None that I can think of.”
“How about magical skills, hobbies or interests?”
“Just the aforementioned interest in temporal magi-mechanics, temporal transit, and temporal manipulation.”
“What is your reason for enrolment?”
“Well, you see, old boy, Fae Creek Academy is the alma mater of my esteemed father, Parrthineas E Doxon the Zeroth, and I should like to follow in his footsteps and walk these hallowed halls myself, in pursuit of ever-increasing knowledge of chronological phenomena.”
“Okaaay… And you would describe your personality as…?”
“Polite, enthusiastic, and rather inquisitive.”
And somewhat eccentric…
“Can you tell me a bit about your background?”
“Oh, I’d be delighted to, my good fellow! It all started with my illustrious and supremely skilled father. He was, or rather, will be, an inventor of great renown. His greatest invention, of course, was, or rather, will be, his Farprior Machine, which he utilized to travel twenty years into the past from this current date. It was then that he met the paragon of loveliness that would become my dear mother. After my birth, he regaled me with a never-ending stream of tales about his life, tales that inspired me to emulate him in every possible respect, and it is because of that inspiration that I appear before you today.”
“Any general skills, hobbies, or interests?” the officer asked, Parr’s insane backstory barely reaching his ears before being repelled by an impenetrable wall of complete apathy.
“Well, I look foreword to developing camaraderie with my fellow students, and, perhaps, attaining an achievement so great as to merit a statue of my likeness to grace this venerable campus, like my father before me. I also greatly enjoy making paper airplanes.”
“Well, that concludes this interview. You may leave the way you came in.”
“Why thank you my good fellow! It certainly was a pleasure! Say! That is quite a lovely plant you have over there! Would you mind if I…?”
“Yes, ‘old boy’, I would mind!” the officer roared. “Now get out!”
The officer slumped in his chair.
Please let that be the last… Please let that be the last… Please let that be the…
@RabidAnubis That's a pity. I was thinking of having Kate blackmail him into pulling some strings to get her into one of the nicer rooms, along with a job at the (possibly nonexistent) school paper.
Oh well... He probably doesn't even have the influence to help with those things anyway...
The admissions officer gave voice to a lengthy sigh. He felt certain that at multiple points during that last interview he had been mere inches from losing his life. He fervently hoped the next applicant would be safer (and saner), but he knew from regrettable experience that such hopes usually went unfulfilled. Then again, the young woman who entered and sat down on the chair provided didn’t look all that strange.
“Welcome,” he said, in what he hoped was a warm and friendly tone. That last interview still had him quite shaken up…
The girl nodded and promptly handed him her application form. Looking it over, he noticed at once that there was at least one improvement from the last applicant.
At least this one has basic literacy… he thought.
Let’s see now… Name: Kate Carson, age: sixteen years, gender: female… So far so good… Nationality: here and there, but mostly the Federation. Okay, so a bit of a traveler. Appearance: See attached photo. Hmm…
He turned the form over and saw that a photograph had been paper clipped to the back. Taking a look at it, he saw an image of the girl seated before him. She was even wearing the same clothes… Returning the photo from where he had retrieved it, he continued reviewing the application.
“Ah, so you’re a photographer. I was wondering with the camera and all. That is a camera, right? It’s a very unusual design. In fact, I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Yeah, I’m not surprised,” she replied with a chuckle. “It’s a bit more advanced than what you’d normally find around here. An old friend made it for me.”
“I see,” he said, giving a small nod. “They must be very talented.”
“Sure are,” she agreed as a grin crept across her face.
She had such a relaxed and easygoing demeanor that he couldn’t help but smile himself, before shifting his attention back to the form. Yes, this was proceeding much better than the previous interview.
“Um, excuse me, but you put photography down for your magical style as well. Are you saying that your photography is magical in nature?”
“Yup,” she confirmed.
“Could you… give some more details?”
“Sure,” she said with a grin. “Basically, the camera’s a magi-tech artifact. It can give me all sorts of info on anyone or anything I take a picture of with it. Even secret stuff.”
“How does it provide the information?”
Turning the camera around, she pointed to a rectangular area on the back.
“It gets displayed on this screen. It can even create additional screens holographicly.”
“Fascinating…”
“It can also be used to do a bunch of other stuff, but only when I transform, and I don’t like to do that too often ‘cause the outfit is reeeally embarrassing…”
“Transform? You mean like a metamorphosis?”
“Kinda. It’s a form in which I can unlock this baby’s full potential, but, like I said, I have to wear this really embarrassing dress…”
“That’s… rather unfortunate,” the admissions officer said, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible. The girl before him did seem rather tomboyish, after all, so having to wear a dress would probably be exceptionally humiliating for her.
“Yeah, that’s what happens when your mad scientist friend has a sick sense of humor...”
“Still, even with that being the case, this camera of yours must be pretty valuable. Aren’t you worried it might get stolen?”
She chuckled again. “Not really. It’s magically bonded to me. Only I can use it, and if anyone tries to steal it, I’ll know about it.”
“Ah, so you have a method of tracking it? Is it another device, a mental link, or…?”
“Both of those things, but mostly the screams.”
“Screams?”
She gave another chuckle. “Yeah. Let’s just say any wannabe thieves’ll be on a one-way ride to agony city.”
“I…see… Oh! And it appears you listed that ‘transformation’ thing as a magical quirk. I guess that teaches me not to get ahead of myself! Let’s see, what’s next? Ah! You have photography and observation down for your magical skills, hobbies, and interests, and I’m beginning to see why… For reason for enrollment, you have ‘vacation’. Care to clarify?”
“Well, I was working for a certain major metropolitan newspaper in a certain big city back east, when I maaay have done something to upset some of said city’s rich and powerful. So, I decided to come here to lay low for a while. This being a backwater’s backwater, I figured it’d be the perfect place. No offense.”
“None taken. Moving along, I see you have ‘laid-back’ and ‘good sense of humor’ listed for personality, an accurate assessment, if I’m any judge. Oh, and I guess you already told me your backstory…” he chuckled as he noted the final item. “For general skills, hobbies, and interests, you wrote, ‘There’s something of a pattern here. See if you can guess what it is.’ Funny.”
“Yeah, I thought so too.”
“Well, that completes this little interview,” the admissions officer said, standing up and offering his hand. “It was a most sincere pleasure meeting you, young lady.”
“Likewise,” she said with a smile. “Hey, before I go, wanna take a picture together?”
“That sounds like an excellent idea.”
The two leaned in close, while Kate held her camera out, facing towards them.
“Say ‘cheese’!” she instructed.
“Cheese!”
*Snap!*
“Thanks!” Kate said cheerily as she departed.
“Don’t mention it! I hope to receive a copy of that, by the way!”
“Sure thing!” she called back.
Ah… Now that was a rare treat. I only wish more of these accursed interviews would be that pleasant… Just a nice young lady and her magic camer…
Magic camera. She had a magic camera. A magic camera that could reveal all sorts of hidden information about whoever it photographed. A magic camera that had just photographed him.
Oh dear… he thought with growing horror. I really do need to find a better job…
Name / Nickname: Kate Carson Age: 16 Gender: Female Nationality: Here and there, but mostly the Federation
ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ
Appearance: PhotoShe also made mention of a transformed apperance, but the only information she provided on it was that it included a "Reeeally embarrassing" dress.
Magical Style: Photography She possesses a magical camera that can perform various functions.
Magical Quirks: I need to undergo a really embarrassing transformation in order to unlock my camera's most powerful abilities.
Magical Skills, Hobbies and Interests: Photography, observation
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
Reason for enrollment in Fae Creek Academy: Vacation It would seem that after angering a number of powerful individuals in an unspecified large city "back east", she needed to find a place to lay low for a while, and chose Fae Creek.
Personality: Laid-back, good sense of humor
Backstory: Used to work for a big newspaper in a big city back east. Some stuff came up, and now I'm taking a little vacation here in Fae Creek.
General Skills, Hobbies and Interests: There's something of a pattern here. See if you can guess what it is.
@RabidAnubis That was one hilarious character sheet!
I think everyone should format their character sheets in such a manner.
I shall begin:
The admissions officer gave voice to a lengthy sigh. He felt certain that at multiple points during that last interview he had been mere inches from losing his life. He fervently hoped the next applicant would be safer (and saner), but he knew from regrettable experience that such hopes usually went unfulfilled. Then again, the young woman who entered and sat down on the chair provided didn’t look all that strange.
“Welcome,” he said, in what he hoped was a warm and friendly tone. That last interview still had him quite shaken up…
The girl nodded and promptly handed him her application form. Looking it over, he noticed at once that there was at least one improvement from the last applicant.
At least this one has basic literacy… he thought.
Let’s see now… Name: Kate Carson, age: sixteen years, gender: female… So far so good… Nationality: here and there, but mostly the Federation. Okay, so a bit of a traveler. Appearance: See attached photo. Hmm…
He turned the form over and saw that a photograph had been paper clipped to the back. Taking a look at it, he saw an image of the girl seated before him. She was even wearing the same clothes… Returning the photo from where he had retrieved it, he continued reviewing the application.
“Ah, so you’re a photographer. I was wondering with the camera and all. That is a camera, right? It’s a very unusual design. In fact, I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Yeah, I’m not surprised,” she replied with a chuckle. “It’s a bit more advanced than what you’d normally find around here. An old friend made it for me.”
“I see,” he said, giving a small nod. “They must be very talented.”
“Sure are,” she agreed as a grin crept across her face.
She had such a relaxed and easygoing demeanor that he couldn’t help but smile himself, before shifting his attention back to the form. Yes, this was proceeding much better than the previous interview.
“Um, excuse me, but you put photography down for your magical style as well. Are you saying that your photography is magical in nature?”
“Yup,” she confirmed.
“Could you… give some more details?”
“Sure,” she said with a grin. “Basically, the camera’s a magi-tech artifact. It can give me all sorts of info on anyone or anything I take a picture of with it. Even secret stuff.”
“How does it provide the information?”
Turning the camera around, she pointed to a rectangular area on the back.
“It gets displayed on this screen. It can even create additional screens holographicly.”
“Fascinating…”
“It can also be used to do a bunch of other stuff, but only when I transform, and I don’t like to do that too often ‘cause the outfit is reeeally embarrassing…”
“Transform? You mean like a metamorphosis?”
“Kinda. It’s a form in which I can unlock this baby’s full potential, but, like I said, I have to wear this really embarrassing dress…”
“That’s… rather unfortunate,” the admissions officer said, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible. The girl before him did seem rather tomboyish, after all, so having to wear a dress would probably be exceptionally humiliating for her.
“Yeah, that’s what happens when your mad scientist friend has a sick sense of humor...”
“Still, even with that being the case, this camera of yours must be pretty valuable. Aren’t you worried it might get stolen?”
She chuckled again. “Not really. It’s magically bonded to me. Only I can use it, and if anyone tries to steal it, I’ll know about it.”
“Ah, so you have a method of tracking it? Is it another device, a mental link, or…?”
“Both of those things, but mostly the screams.”
“Screams?”
She gave another chuckle. “Yeah. Let’s just say any wannabe thieves’ll be on a one-way ride to agony city.”
“I…see… Oh! And it appears you listed that ‘transformation’ thing as a magical quirk. I guess that teaches me not to get ahead of myself! Let’s see, what’s next? Ah! You have photography and observation down for your magical skills, hobbies, and interests, and I’m beginning to see why… For reason for enrollment, you have ‘vacation’. Care to clarify?”
“Well, I was working for a certain major metropolitan newspaper in a certain big city back east, when I maaay have done something to upset some of said city’s rich and powerful. So, I decided to come here to lay low for a while. This being a backwater’s backwater, I figured it’d be the perfect place. No offense.”
“None taken. Moving along, I see you have ‘laid-back’ and ‘good sense of humor’ listed for personality, an accurate assessment, if I’m any judge. Oh, and I guess you already told me your backstory…” he chuckled as he noted the final item. “For general skills, hobbies, and interests, you wrote, ‘There’s something of a pattern here. See if you can guess what it is.’ Funny.”
“Yeah, I thought so too.”
“Well, that completes this little interview,” the admissions officer said, standing up and offering his hand. “It was a most sincere pleasure meeting you, young lady.”
“Likewise,” she said with a smile. “Hey, before I go, wanna take a picture together?”
“That sounds like an excellent idea.”
The two leaned in close, while Kate held her camera out, facing towards them.
“Say ‘cheese’!” she instructed.
“Cheese!”
*Snap!*
“Thanks!” Kate said cheerily as she departed.
“Don’t mention it! I hope to receive a copy of that, by the way!”
“Sure thing!” she called back.
Ah… Now that was a rare treat. I only wish more of these accursed interviews would be that pleasant… Just a nice young lady and her magic camer…
Magic camera. She had a magic camera. A magic camera that could reveal all sorts of hidden information about whoever it photographed. A magic camera that had just photographed him.
Oh dear… he thought with growing horror. I really do need to find a better job…
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