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fandomhighdorms2007-01-21 05:59 pm
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Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening
D'anna was hunting. She'd laid her trap carefully. There were bowls filled with snacks, sliced pies on the counter, a full pot of coffee, and cold sodas and water bottles in the fridge.
She was hunting subjects of infrared photographs for M's class. To that end, she had also removed all the light bulbs from the lamps and every other light source.
Then she flipped on the television to a run of Stooping Panther, Clandestine Serpent and found a good hiding spot.
[OOC: If you'd rather not be photographed, just put it in a strike out or an ooc note and no photo shall be had. She will not be photographing le risque. I'm hopping that the light from the TV will be enough for people to see but not enough to screw up her photos. I may be wrong.
ETA: Eventually D will give up, put back the bulbs, leave the lights off, and just watch the movie.]
She was hunting subjects of infrared photographs for M's class. To that end, she had also removed all the light bulbs from the lamps and every other light source.
Then she flipped on the television to a run of Stooping Panther, Clandestine Serpent and found a good hiding spot.
[OOC: If you'd rather not be photographed, just put it in a strike out or an ooc note and no photo shall be had. She will not be photographing le risque. I'm hopping that the light from the TV will be enough for people to see but not enough to screw up her photos. I may be wrong.
ETA: Eventually D will give up, put back the bulbs, leave the lights off, and just watch the movie.]

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Really, he was just hungry. And where there was a common room, there tended to be food.
Food, after all, was what made the world go around.
Feeling his way through the room, he fumbled his way toward the counter.
[Photographic evidence, please yay!]
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Oblivious to anyone who might have been watching, Jason then proceeded to feel around on the countertop for something edible.
And stuck his hand in a piece of pie.
"Oh, bloody hell!"
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Especially not now that he had successfully found food.
Clutching to the pie plate with his clean hand, he bid a hasty retreat from the common room so he could eat his prize somewhere more well-lit.
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But they were certainly there long enough for a photo-op.
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Unfortunately, it wasn't a shot she could afford to take if she wanted to pass Spy Tech.
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The normally graceful pirate started forward, but was a bit over confident in his night vision and misstepped; landing his face into one of the pies.
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in an extremely late, I just saw this comment sort of way.