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lydia deetz::beetlejuice [1988]

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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?

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[ This couldn't be denied. ]

I'm not an 'army guy'... at all.

[ Though she had no idea how deeply that statement was felt. ]

I'm more an ideas man. Big picture, that's me.

[ So he said with only the lightest of bitter laughs at the suggestion Mal ought to be allowed anywhere near his place. ]

That would never work out. She'd see it as an opportunity to enact her revenge on me. I ruined her 'brilliant' plan to steal candy from an old man.

[she huffed.]

UGH. She's so dumb, sometimes. I don't know what makes me more upset, how dumb she can be, or the fact that I know she can be so much better than stupid - stupid - stupid shit like that.

[her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth.]

OhmygoshI'msosorry. I hope the chef didn't just hear me.

[ With a quirked eyebrow he glanced between girl and Chef but he was far too amused to accept the apology. ]

Chef doesn't hear anything when he is back there in his box. I've said much worse.

[ Nothing to worry about as far as he was concerned. Good for her really for showing some evil! ]

I did think about throwing Mal some business once since she is the only stylist in town but... I'd end up with green hair and mime makeup. It's not worth it.

You guys are going to have to make up at some point, you know. ... What would it take for you?

[she might have to be a little sneaky. or enlist the help of sneakier people than herself with similar taste in messy hair and gothic Victorian clothing who are really good at strategy.]

I don't see why. There are plenty of people I've never made up with.

[ Said an idly as a demon could. ]

Redemption is really more of an angel thing, not something we demons get into.

But were any of them people who were probably just trying to impress you and not realizing they went about it the wrong way?

[she paused, realizing she was on the verge of pushing a button, if she hadn't already]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be trying to make you do something you don't want to do.

She was trying to snag some free candy...

[ So not impressed but he wasn't feeling snappy either. He was, for the moment, a very lazy demon. ]

How'd she decide to impress you? Steal your socks?

She flipped the punch bowl over and threatened to set me on fire when I told her to calm down.

[Lydia rolled her eyes, remembering how close she'd been to just giving Mal the enemy she wanted to see everywhere. how her Spark had saved her from it and started a friendship instead]

So I asked her why she was so upset, instead of yelling back, and when she told me, I listened.

[it wasn't any sort of mini-lecture or anything, just simple fact of what she'd done]

You think I yelled at her? I didn't.

[ He waited for that moment of surprise because he remembered that by the time Lydia had arrived on the scene he and Mal had been well past talking and were about to throw a few fireballs at each other. ]

I actually asked her to put back the candy she had hidden in her pockets. Asked, me! It's ridiculous! Looking back on it I should have just turned her into a candy... Would serve her right. There is no talking with that kid.

No, I didn't really think about what you might've done before I showed up. All I meant was that I didn't yell at her.

[a little defensive, there, she thinks, frowning in worry. for someone who prides himself on discord, he seemed pretty quick to point out that he wasn't trying to make any there.]

I don't think it was ridiculous. It sounds to me like you were trying not to make a big deal out of it. I'm not making excuses for her or anything - she shouldn't have stolen from you - but she's got a lot of things she's figuring out. I guess I just wish I could help, but I can't do much.

[ He doesn't notice the frown as he was far too busy yawning. Bit of a trip Crowley, every now and then, if you were paying attention he would slip up and display a glimmer of a good side just as he had been trying to do that day he had met Mal which was why he felt a touch defensive about it now. ]

Whatever. There's nothing to help. It's her choice to be obnoxious. I'm not looking to hold her hand and sing a rousing rendition of Kumbaya, just...

[ Yawn. ]

Don't worry about it.

Am I boring you? [she gave him a teasing smile]

Seriously, though, I - I shouldn't be keeping you from your work, I'm sorry. I'll finish up these pictures and leave you to it.

Nah... I'm done with work for the day. I'm just hanging around.

[ To 'help out' if he was needed but he didn't say that. He just stayed there reclined on his bench and yawned again. After a full day's work he was tired but only because he did have to get up so early and not because of the company. ]

How are the pictures coming? The light alright for them?

Oh, okay.

[again, nice of him, but she didn't say anything, just shifted a few of the confections around for a different composition]

They're good. The light in here is actually pretty great for what I'm going to do with them. Nice and even, so when I do the double exposure later, it won't look weird with any of the natural lighting in the other shots. I shouldn't be too much longer.

[ Damn nice.

And maybe in an effort to counter all this 'nice' he had been doing today he reached over to snag a pre-wrapped brownie from the shelf. Just a little snack before he left to track down some dinner. ]

Once you're done you can take any of those you want. They are all test runs and would need to be tossed out after today anyway.

You know ...

[she grinned.] I could bring the leftovers to the Gibson Girl and they could make them sundae specials. First come first serve. That way if people like the brownies, they'd have to come here to get more. It's the least I can do to thank you for giving me this gig.

You're talking about...

[ He glanced over toward Lydia with the wryest of grins. ]

Diversifying the man's portfolio. It's a good idea, one Chef never thought of. It's bound to bring more customers in here.

[ He chomped down on his brownie as pleased as punch! ]

I knew you were the right person for the job!

Blame my Dad. He's always talking about stuff like that, I guess I just kind of absorbed it by merit of being around once he started working from home. ... What time should I come collect the extras?

[ The Chef busy working in his little box was glanced at. This would be a surprise for him! A good surprise hopefully. ]

After you are done with the photos you can take the rest. All I have to do it lock the door behind you.

[a couple more clicks aaaand -] Done!

[she tucked the camera back away in its bag and scrutinized the pockets made specifically for lenses she hadn't yet saved up to buy] I can fit a bunch in here.

That didn't take long.

[ His long legs swung around until his feet landed back on the floor as he collected the brownies and placed them on the counter for her to stuff into her pockets. Chef would never know until it was too late and he had started a dessert craze. ]

It's not the shots that take the time, it's the developing.

[she flashed him a smile and started to tuck everything away, trusting Crowley to distract the Chef so that it would all be a pleasant surprise]

Want to meet me there after you've locked up so we can try one together?

[ Please, Chef was distracting himself busy cooking away in his kitchen to discover the best way to make a coiled snake cookie. No distraction required! ]

Tempting me to some brownie ice cream?

[ He smirked. ]

Why not. Meet you there.

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