Lydia Deetz (
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[the feed shows a sunny spot in an alley, just outside the Gibson Girl. Lydia has borrowed one of their tables and set it with an assortment of snacks, fruit, a pile of napkins, a stack of glasses, and a pitcher of their amazing lemonade... but the clear focus of the shot is propped against the alley wall: a giant book that anyone from the Temple party of the Jungle mission will recognize as a retired but unusual tent. She's wearing black jeans with splatters of maroon spray paint, courtesy of her roommate's creativity, and a matching brocade top, with a large, full envelope in her hands. The envelope is 8x10, yellow slashed with red diagonal lines.]
Hi, everybody. I've met most of you, I think, but my name is Lydia Deetz, and I work at the camera shop when I'm not training. I take pictures when I'm out exploring, and when we have parties, and meetings ... pretty much all the time. My friend Fenton made this giant book with his magic as a mistake, but... I want to turn it into a big photo album for all of us, as a record of everything that happens. I have a lot of pictures already, from the first two months I've been here... And some of them are from the other night, so you're all here.
[she pats the envelope]
One of my favorite myths about photography is some people think it steals your soul. Not really, but... It helps keep a memory. And memories are part of our soul, so ... Maybe what it really does is make our souls stronger. If we're going to be doing a lot of fighting and exploring and repairing... We're going to need to be strong. So. Maybe this will help. I'm in the alley by the Gibson Girl, if you want to come and help... Or even if you want to just look at the pictures. Once all the pictures are in, I'll keep it in the lobby of the apartments until I get more.
[an awkward pause as she realizes she has no clue how to end this]
Um. Hope to see some of you?
Hi, everybody. I've met most of you, I think, but my name is Lydia Deetz, and I work at the camera shop when I'm not training. I take pictures when I'm out exploring, and when we have parties, and meetings ... pretty much all the time. My friend Fenton made this giant book with his magic as a mistake, but... I want to turn it into a big photo album for all of us, as a record of everything that happens. I have a lot of pictures already, from the first two months I've been here... And some of them are from the other night, so you're all here.
[she pats the envelope]
One of my favorite myths about photography is some people think it steals your soul. Not really, but... It helps keep a memory. And memories are part of our soul, so ... Maybe what it really does is make our souls stronger. If we're going to be doing a lot of fighting and exploring and repairing... We're going to need to be strong. So. Maybe this will help. I'm in the alley by the Gibson Girl, if you want to come and help... Or even if you want to just look at the pictures. Once all the pictures are in, I'll keep it in the lobby of the apartments until I get more.
[an awkward pause as she realizes she has no clue how to end this]
Um. Hope to see some of you?
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Me? Fine. Work every day, mission here or there... You? The photography business keeping you busy?
[ His hand stopped on a very nice image of a angel clad in white with his wings puffed up behind him, caught in a smile. ]
That's a good one.
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[she huffs out a sigh. she loves Mal, but ... she's also really, really frustrated by her, and since she knows Crowley isn't her biggest fan, she figures he won't mind if that shows a little]
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Let her go by herself. It's her choice if she wants to get killed.
[ Free will from the demonic point of view. ]
You don't need to chase after her all the time, or protect her... some times when you screw up there are consequences and it wouldn't hurt her to learn that.
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Anyway. ... If you really like that picture of him, go ahead and keep it. I have the negatives. I can print as many as I need to.
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[ He would suggest a drink if she weren't underage.
The photo was given a long hard look before being swept into a pocket without any fanfare. He would keep it, thank you. ]
Been meaning to ask you about something. Chef who owns the candy shop has been thinking of running an ad campaign to drum up more business for Halloween. He would need some one to take some snaps for it, interested?
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[the lightening up bit, anyway. and she smiles a little at the way he tries Not To Make A Thing out of taking the picture. okay, Crowley. sure thing. play it cool. his offer, however, is another thing entirely, and her face lights up in amazed disbelief.]
Really? You think he'd want me, and not someone from the Kingdom?
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[ A small wave to the pictures on the table. ]
You haven't cut anyone's head off in these shots so you don't suck at photography...
[ It's a compliment really! ]
Be thinking billboards, Halloween, and candy. When you have come up with some ideas we can run them past Chef.
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I'm not used to thinking in a scale that big for prints, but ... I'll definitely try! Can I come by later to look at things and get some ideas?
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Shouldn't be a problem. Drop by around closing time and don't be afraid to think big. Ads are meant to gain attention.
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[a few little Sparks are already going off at the back of her mind, and she's grinning]
Thanks, Crowley. This ... this is a big deal. A really big deal. I owe you one.
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Don't mention it.
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[she called after him, grinning. yeah, she definitely had his number. once she'd finished here, she'd have something to eat at the Cafe or the Tavern and draw up some sketches, then go by tomorrow to scope things out and pitch her ideas.
she arrives with a portfolio full of ideas and a brand new macro lens, which she borrowed from work on the proviso that she returned it in one piece]
Hey, Crowley! I brought those ideas you asked for.
[she spreads them out on the counter: sketches of candies photographed larger than life, trick photographed to dwarf the castle, the apartments, other landmarks on Main Street. Lettered beside each one are variations on Little Treats With Gigantic Flavor in the sort of sweeping, antique script all of the shops seem to favor]
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Oi, Chef! Something for you to see!
[ When he returned to the counter he leaned on the top and loomed over the photographs much like a vulture. ]
I like that one... something very Tokyo, giant monster attacking the city, that.
[ The Chef and owner gave Crowley a 'you poor thing' sort of smile as he approached but pointed out how lovely his Petit Four's looked giant sized. Also the slogan. Absolutely inspired it was! ]
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[she's smiling, but glad for the huge pockets in her skirt, so she can tuck her hands in and hide how they're shaking. she's never done this before, after all, and tries to look confident and mature as she watches the chef]
What do you think, Monsieur? May I take some proper photos and do a few mock-ups for you? I wouldn't charge until the final proofs. This would all still be development work.
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My dear girl, you are as skilled as Crowley said you were!
[ The demon ducked, not taking any credit for that act of kindness. ]
Yes, yes! These are quite good! I do like these! But, I should tell you the advertisement campaign I had in mind was more for Halloween. It is our biggest season, right behind Christmas, and I was hoping to drum up even more business with a clever and hopefully spooky set of ads.
[ He chuckled and looked to Crowley. ]
He doesn't do spooky but, Ms. Lydia, I think you might? Please! Take all the photos you want... of the counters, the candy, the staff...
[ Crowley sneered but didn't say a word against it. ]
I should show you the set of treats I am preparing to roll out for October!
[ Off like a fairy he hurried back to his kitchen to put together a platter of the Halloween goodies he was thinking of adding to the menu. Crowley and Lydia were left briefly alone. ]
He gets really into his work... Seems to like yours too though.
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[she really does lift off the floor a little, her toes the only things touching as her Affinity glows a vibrant green, practically bursting with Sparks]
Crowley, this is the best day I've had since I got here. The absolute best. ... Don't worry. I won't tell anyone it was your idea. I can say it was the chef.
[he can be as sour as he wants about it. she'll allow it out of thanks]
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[ So he said as he took a step back from her 'glow' just so he could circle around behind her to see it from all angles. ]
I just put the right people together to get it done.
[ You're welcome.
Chef hurried back in about then with a tray filled with 'test' items, any or none of which could end up as next month's candy treats. Hitchhiking Ghost cookies and cream-filled chocolate puff, Worms and Dirt, Poison Apples, Creepy Marshmellows, and Candy Corn Shaped Rice Treats]
Here is the very first batch, my dear! I am considering adding a cookie, maybe even on a stick! I think the kids would like them, don't you?
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I have a great idea for a stick cookie, a really spooky one!
[she turns her sketchbook to a clean page and sketches out a sandworm, curled up in a comfortable spiral around a stick, its twin mouths open. it might take a little fondant work on the head, but given the Chef's skills, she has a feeling he'd see it as a fun challenge. she glances up as she's drawing]
You know, I don't think I ever thanked you in person, but that dragon cake you made for our party was amazing. It was so pretty I almost didn't want to eat it ... but it was even more delicious than it was beautiful.
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[ The Chef leaned closer, a bit of a kid himself, he was trying to get a peek a her drawing before she completed it. It didn't work. He had to wait with Crowley until it was all done. ]
Two heads? And all those colors! You don't think it would be too scary?
[ This got a rise out of Crowley who had been quietly looking at the drawing up until then. ]
It's Halloween! People in creepy masks jumping out of the bushes to make kids scream... actual bugs in lollipops... horror movies on the tv all day... It's supposed to be scary!
You would think that, being a demon. What do you think, my dear, would that be too scary for the younger ones?
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I suppose it is rather cute after all.
[ Which sent the demon's eyes rolling. Look for them to be on the menu. ]
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Great! Here, you can keep the sketch .... I'll take the samples and go take some pictures, if that's okay?
[she had a plan to do the photoshoot as visibly as possible: to get people interested in the treats as she was taking the pictures, too ... and give them twice as much to look forward to]
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Yes, yes, that is fine. Wander around the shop and take all the photographs you need. Crowley will help you if you need anything.
[ He meanwhile took up the drawing and absentmindedly started wandering off to the kitchen. ]
An hour or two and he will have the first batch of those cookies made up.
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[she watches him go with a wistful smile, dreaming of the gallery Twelve had pitched to her]
He's lucky. I hope that's me, someday. ... What about you?
[she picks up one of the white cardboard sheets used to separate layers of confections in boxes and uses it as a plain backdrop for the sweets so that she can work some double exposure magic later]
What would you do here, if you could do anything?
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Sweets are alright, can't see myself making a career out of it...
[ He finally settled on this as he didn't hate working for the Chef or tempting people to buy as much candy as they could physically carry but it wasn't a passion of his really. ]
Go up and cause some trouble, s'what I'm supposed to be doing, but there doesn't really seem to be any point to that here. There's no one to check up and make certain that I'm doing my job. But, I am good at causing trouble.
[ He huffed a sigh and gave the only real answer he could. ]
I dunno.
[ Other than spending as much time as possible with a certain Angel, which the kid really didn't need to know, he was drifting rather aimlessly... not at all sure what to do with himself now that he was under neither Heaven or Hell's thumb. ]
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