photonement | EVENING OF DAY 1

[Pretty early on in the evening Mahiru has become Down and eaten As Much Rice As She Can. Bringing her around to.... Aya's door!!!]

G'evening, Aya-chan. Can I come in? Haha, wait, soundproofed... [She knocks harder.]

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Aw, that's just... what I like to look for the most. I've had some time to practice. It's hard to keep trying when despairing things are more newsworthy to a lotta people. Thank you...

[She leans on a wall for the moment, eyeing the room itself.] Do you have anything written up already that I should start copying yet...? It's okay if you don't, I just don't wanna keep distracting you while there are all those prints to make.

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[ the room is messy as a crow's nest, with sheafs of paper (scrounged up from anywhere and everywhere), similarly-collected pens, and a few cups of cold coffee scattered about.

she taps a pen against her chin, then picks up and offers an article. ] I'm still working on the headliner, but perhaps you could start copying this piece? Surprise Engagement Sealed With Honeymoon Teacup Ride. Take a read.

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Okay, the lede looks pretty good... but do you think after the jump there would be room for 172.jpg? "Fictive Kinship Increasingly Convoluted."

[As she lets Aya think that over, Mahiru starts gathering the necessary amount of paper, organizing the blank pieces into tidier stacks.]

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Ayaya, that's perfect--every reader loves a good family drama. Let's see if I can write something fitting for this shot... [ examining the photo in question hmm hm yes she can feel the story gears clicking into place already. ]

Edited Date: 2014-09-25 07:02 pm (UTC)

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Well, after 172 there's 175 - in between, 173 and 174, they have Kuzuryuu in them so they didn't come out that great. I figure there's probably only space for one of them, so it's your call.

[While Aya thinks that over Mahiru dashes off two short paragraphs and fixes her introductory sentence so the two-part article is now rough complete.] How's this look? Any more changes? We could probably print this as teacup photo on one side of the sheet and trial photo on the other side.

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[ printing out the selected polaroids as she nibbles on the end of a pen. ] Paper space is limited since paper material itself is, but that looks like the most productive format. If I can resize the picture without losing too much detail, we could squeeze in a few more words too.

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Ooooh, we could have a side caption since you have it at that width. [Pointing to the edge of the resized polaroid.

They pass by several happy minutes this way working their way until they have about forty copies of these sheets. And then a stack of paper finds its way under the door. Mahiru gets up to retrieve them cautiously and instantly cracks a grin as soon as she reads the first two sentences.]

Tanaka, oh my god. Get a load of this. [Rifling through the stack... wow, it's thick; ten double-sided sheets!!] We might have to publish this as a limited-run extra or something... he really went all out here, look. [She places the first four pages next to Aya.]

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[ looking up from ink-spattered fingers and pages, what's up.

oh wow, that's up. time to skim this hardcore rebuttal. ] ... I have to admire the conviction these two have.

Limited is right. But let's see how far we can get in copying before night falls.

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It takes a lot of commitment to hone your talent until you can be selected to attend Hope's Peak Academy...

[A bittersweet force tugs at Mahiru's mouth at the opportunity she thought that acceptance letter granted, but she keeps it shut.]

Seriously, though, I'm not sure where the asterisks should go in mammaries.

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This whole debate is almost footnote-worthy in itself...

Hope's Peak? Is that where you're from? [ always got time to snoop into peoples' backstories. ]

Edited Date: 2014-09-28 05:27 pm (UTC)

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Sorta, yeah. The school where we were all supposed to go.

[Writing writing writing writing]

You can see he really probably knows his stuff...

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Were you on your way there when you found yourself here?

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Sorta... but we were taken on an unscheduled school trip to an island instead...

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Ayaya, a sudden island vacation detour? What a twist!

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Only gets worse from there. You should interview Gundam about it, he remembers more than me.

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I might just do that if we have a spare moment between voting and clues and bodies.

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Yeah........

[She's tabbing back to the carnival picture to guage its sizing but, thinking:]

You know what I keep worrying about... the room searches. Not being able to give out our stuff, that's really inconvenient.

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It rather is. Unless we cut off the limb of the deceased to swipe it, anything inside is lost.

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And it seems like most of us ruled that out earlier... you know what I never figured out? Would we even have anything sharp enough? Does a kitchen knife work for that?

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Maybe if someone applies enough force. It'd be messy work, though--you'd have to be really desperate.

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It really looks like we're almost all resigned to playing this game by the rules instead... but that can't be helped.

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... I agree with you that it's a shame the rooms are locked in. If there were valuable clues or information someone couldn't--or was afraid to broadcast before they died, it'd be lost forever.

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Yeah... It's just one more time this game pushes you into the corner of trusting another person... or ending alone. You could leave a trail of clues to a drop point, but then anyone could solve that!

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That might be the gamemakers' reasoning. In a place like this, trusting someone is definitely a leap of faith, even though any of us could get killed anytime.