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Fifth floor common room, Thursday afternoon

It was a bit too chilly for Nadia to want to be emo on the roof, so she was doing it in the common room, instead.

She was pretty sure she didn't want to know why there was unpopped popcorn and shredded paper on the floor.

Emoing could be hungry work, though, so Nadia made some freshpopcorn and set about trying to figure out how one made popcorn balls.

[ooc: open. This was totally always in the right comm, I swear. . . .]

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Nadia blinked at that one, stopping in her marshmellow mashing for a second. "It's a digital camera, Annette,"

"Yeah, but M told me it required special film?"

Nadia opened her mouth to be nice and explain that if the camera was digital, it needed a memory card, not microfilm, and that if it needed microfilm, then it wasn't digital . . . but it didn't come out, that way.

"Yes. . . . Yes it does. Digital film."

Nadia wondered if she could get Annette looking for gravity clamps or on a snipe hunt, too.

Annette was a little lost. Her features clearly confirmed this as she stood there staring at Nadia. "Maybe you could have a look at the pen and sort of, you know, tell me more about it than I obviously know?" She blinked. "Please?"

It was pretty clear to Nadia what was going on here. If M had said the camera needed film, then it must be an analog camera, not a digital. Which meant that Annette had assumed it was digital.

It also meant that Annette didn't know a whole heck of a lot about cameras.

Nadia pushed the marshmallows and popcorn aside and held out her hand. "Sure, let me see the thing?"

She pulled from her pocket what looked to be a very expensive fountain pen, and handed it over to Nadia. "Thanks, Nadia."

Nadia nodded as she ~~modded the thing like mad~~ examined the pen.

Yeah, it was a microfilm, analog camera. Almost quaint, to Nadia's contempory training. It wouldn't be easy to get the right film; it might be expensive.

"Yeah, I might be able to get some film for this, but it's going to cost a lot, Annette."

"That's not a problem for me, Nadia. I just want to be able to use it." She looked over it as Nadia examined it. "Does it have a zoom thing on it?"

The street kid that still lurked in Nadia perked up at the idea of money not being an issue, but she pushed it down. "Um, no. It's not large enough for a zoom lens." If it were actually digital, it might have been able to have one, though. "You're kind of lucky it's a pin hole camera. M didn't show you how it works?"

She shook her head, "No, she just handed the stuff over. I'm assuming she figured I knew how to use it." Her smile was a little sheepish, probably a little embarrassing too.

Nadia thought over what M had given her. Maybe she'd figured that Annette couldn't get hurt if she didn't know how to use it? "Right, well," Nadia proceeded to show Annette the basics of the camera, then mention the whole "night vision goggles and sudden bright lights DO NOT MIX."

She chuckled, "Yeah, I've learned the hard way with the night vision goggles." Didn't think anything of mentioning that. "Thanks, Nadia. For showing me and stuff." Annette looked at her and wondered if she ought to tell her that she had snuck out that sleeve gun from class yesterday? She had it hidden in her room right now but was thinking of taking it and slipping it underneath M's office door so she didn't get in trouble. It was an accident anyways. She hadn't meant to actually take it.

"So. The subject of my...well, you know. He's very evasive." She nodded knowingly.

If Annette were to tell Nadia that, Nadia would tell her in no uncertain terms to walk in and tell M exactly what happened and give the gun back. First she might ask to see the gun so she could take the bullets out and probably lecture Annette for hours on gun safety.

"You haven't found anything on him, then?"

"He's such a loner. And his face scares me. I mean, he's very goodlooking, but...I don't know. I think he is plotting and planning something; to be so evasive it's almost a sure thing. I just can't see to get close enough to him."

Annette might have already accidently tried to shoot something with that gun. On accident.

Then if Annette told her, she'd march Annette to M herself.

"Sometimes people are just like that, though. Maybe he's just . . . really private."

She nodded at that, because she had a few friends back home who were really private. "Yeah, I guess he could be. I could just be reading something into it cause I want there to be something there. Hm, I will have to think about this."

It was okay though, with the gun, cause her aim was wayyy off.

OMG, that did not make the gun okay.

"Did you manage to talk to anyone else who knows him?"

Annette lost the toe of a very expensive pair of boots, dammit. But okay cause her foot was not in them at the time. Whew.

"I tried. I talked to one other, hoping he might be able to tell me specifics on what my subject might have an interest in as far as reading materials go." Yes, this was Annette trying to be very evasive. You never knew who was listening.

"Uh huh. And what did you find out?"

"That, uh, the person I was talking to couldn't really tell me if he did know. Kind of going against his job."

"Okay. So who else did you talk to?"

Annette looked down, shuffled her foot. "No one. I don't know who to ask!"

"Well . . . who's in his classes?"

"I'm in one of them?" Yeah, that's all she had.

"Does he ever talk to anyone in there?"

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