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Camp grounds, afternoon-y

After a very relaxing morning at the salon, Buffy was totally ready to take some kick ass photos for photo class. She was holding her camera firmly and wandering around aimlessly looking for something to represent Blue, Earth and/or Leaves. She was very disturbable.

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"Hm?" Buffy looked over at her. "No, I'm just looking for something earthy or leaf-like to take a photo of. Artistic like, because it's from photo class. I'm Buffy, by the way."

"Jaye," she says. "I'm in that class. I really should do something for that, huh?"

Buffy nodded. "Thought I'd seen you before." She frowned towards dry branch lying near by. "Yeah, Veronica helped me with, like, email and stuff, so I thought I'd at least make an effort, you know?"

"Helped you with E-mail?" she repeats. "And yeah, V's cool. She can stay."

Buffy grinned. "Yeah, I'm a cheerleader, not a techno-geek. Computer stuff is kind of a geeky thing where I am from."

"Are you from another planet?" asks Jaye. Amazingly, not an insult. Actual question. "Computers good. Oh, wait, no, they have more technology there."

Buffy frowned. "Um. No? I'm from 1997. I don't think it's another planet. It's LA..."

"Okay, that? Kinda depends on how you look at it," she says. "So you're new to E-mail? You missed spam and weird chain letter forwards and all that? You poor thing."

Buffy looked bewildered. "Email has spam and chain letters? How does that work? ...Do I want to know?"

"Probably not, but I'm going to tell you anyway," she says. "So companies find your E-mail address, and they send you twenty thousand E-mails about how much you need to reconsolidate your loans or how Candy wants you to see her webcam or how to increase your penis size because lord knows they don't care who they're sending it to. And chain letters you just have to send this cheesy E-mail to forty-eight people or you'll have bad luck for a year." She shrugs.

"....I've changed my mind. I don't want an email anymore." Pause. "Candy? Webcam?"

"People whore themselves out on the net," she says. "But, no, seriously, E-mail? Very good thing. We have filters now that knock that stuff out so you get to see the fun stuff. E-mails from friends and stuff. Also, you can take pictures with your phone and send it to people that way. Yay, technology."

"Really?" Buffy dug down into her purse and pulled out a ten year old Nokia phone. It was huge and black and v. clunky. "With this one?"

"Hmmm, probably not that one," she says. "The newer ones, though. And? You can download songs so they play when someone calls you."

"...Do they come in nice, stylish colours?" Buffy asked, hopeful. Because if they did, she was so grabbing someone geeky and going shopping!

"You can get faceplates," she says. "My friend had a blue one. I have no idea why I'm pimping this."

"I don't know either, but I'm totally going to buy a new phone very soon." Buffy nodded. She looked down at Jaye's bags. "...So what are you doing tonight?"

"I'm... kissing Rory Gilmore so I can make my date kiss another boy."

Buffy blinked slowly. Wow, Veronica had been so very right. "...Okay. Um. Any particular reason?"

"Boykissy's pretty," she says, shrugging. "I made a deal, it's for a good cause, I can follow through on it. I have to take pictures, too. You know, for posperity."