Room 032 [Action for Mahogany]

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[It's not terribly hard to spot that Townshend boy as he weaves in and out around the buildings of chilly Mohagany Town because of the trail of smoke following him.]

[Cigarette in his lips and camera at his eye, he's all about taking pictures of everyone and everything today. He's got a brand new roll of film and by Arceus he's going to use it!]

[ON YOU.]</sub>

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[imthe_shit]

[ Snake has been leaning against his usual tree, smoking a cigarette, when he sees Henry wandering about. He raises a brow at him. ]

What the hell?

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[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Snoop snoop snoop.]}

I'm observing nature, Snake.

_{[Strangers in shop windows aren't nature, Henry.]}

[imthe_shit]

Yeah, and I'm enjoying the fresh air. [ Frowns. ] You look like a stalker.

[no_ufo_ending]

I have to be sneaky if I want the pictures to look authentic.

oh no you said the s word

[imthe_shit]

Sneaky, huh?

I could give you a few pointers. [ WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? ]

[!]

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry considers that. Snake was a soldier guy. He probably knew a thing or two about going unnoticed.]}

Alright!

[imthe_shit]

[ Snake takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales before taking out a small container and putting away the smoke, for later. ]

You have any boxes handy?

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[That just gets Snake a blank stare.]}

...no?

sdfsdf

[imthe_shit]

[ An exasperated sigh. ]

... There are some by the Pokemon Center. Come on. [ Starts walking. ]

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[doubleornothing]

[ Well you certainly caught him by surprise there. Henry had snapped him while he had been shuffling his cards absent-mindedly. Luxord's surprise is only temporary before a grin appears on his face and he makes his way over. ]

A wonderful day for photography. I trust you won't mind sharing my photo with me?

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[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry freezes. His subject noticed him! When he isn't outright attacked, he snaps another picture before lowering the camera.]}

When I get them developed, I can send you one on the poke'net.

[doubleornothing]

Excellent. Then I'll take a chance and bank on your generosity; do keep these photos between us? I am a private man, and I'd rather not have them circulated publicly.

[no_ufo_ending]

I don't share very many of my photos, you don't have to worry.

[doubleornothing]

Then I'm glad that we're of one accord.

I go about the network as 'Rota Fortunae'. I look forward to the images you captured; I have never been in the glare of the lens before.

[no_ufo_ending]

Really? I could take another if you wanted? Or of your pokemon...

[doubleornothing]

I'll have to decline for myself, but I can't speak for my Pokemon.

[Pulling forth two Pokeballs from his pocket, Luxord releases a Togetic and a Persian both regarding their trainer curiously.]

This gentleman would like to take a few photos. Are any of you game for it?

[The Persian immediately stretches and takes a rather regal poise. The Togetic rolls his eyes but smiles and nods before striking a poise of it's own.]

Well I suppose that's your answer. Snap away.

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry smiles quietly when the pokemon appear, then chuckles when they pose. He knows models when he sees them!]}

Alright, guys. Remember, a photo is forever.

_{[That's the internet, Henry. The internet is forever. He starts snapping pictures. When he isn't busy making dumb photos of the undersides of chairs or melted suckers on windowsills, he's actually pretty good at what he does.]}

[foolishwren]

<sub>[GUESS WHO WAS TRYING TO SLEEP IN A PATCH OF SUNLIGHT BY THE WINDOW OF THE HOTEL ROOM.]

[GUESS WHO IS TOTALLY AWARE OF HIM LOOMING NEARBY WITH HIS CAMERA]</sub>

Go away.

[no_ufo_ending]

C'mon, Heather, can't you sleep more artsy-y?

_{[The lighting was good but, man, then there was his sister all like PLOP. Not good hipster photo material.]}

[foolishwren]

Can't you not friggin' take pictures of me when I'm sleeping?

<sub>[COME ON HENRY LEARN TO POLITE]

[She remains in the exact same position.]</sub>

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry pouts at the girl before lifting the camera to his face again and snapping another photo.]

[Loudly.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[--OH YOU'RE GONNA GET IT]

[She surges upright like a shark leaping out of the water.]</sub>

Gimme that camera!

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry had been expecting her to continue laying there. Then he was planning on stacking things on top of her for as long as he could so he could submit it to Stuffonmysister.com]

[That didn't happen.]

[Henry lets out a yodel of surprise, almost dropping his camera, and wheels around for the bathroom door.]</sub>

Ah!

[foolishwren]

<sub>[You were wrong, Henry.]

[Heather isn't a cat, even if she sort of looks like one when she passes out in the sun.]


[She lunges at him, attempting to throw her arms around his waist and prevent his escape.]</sub>

RAAAUGH!

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry goes down, landing hard on his stomach and letting out a WHOOF sort of sound. The air isn't quite knocked out of him but he's stunned. The man's fingers are entwined around the camera as if it was his only life source.]}

Heather, get off!