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Ithi had seen the signs for the photobooth as she had rushed headlong into the fight with the weird santa thing, so it wasn't surprising it was the first thing she returned to when she got back. It wasn't until she got there that she realized almost everyone there had a date for the pictures, but Ithi hadn't been in school long enough to make friends, let alone have a date. Oh well, she thought, grinning to herself, I'll just have my picture done now, and maybe next year I'll have a date! Then I can compare the pictures and see how different I am in a year. I bet it's a lot! With a renewed bounce in her step, likely from the after effects of the earlier combat, she rushed up to her place in line. When it was her turn they pushed and posed her just so that by the time it was all done she wasn't exactly sure how it would turn out, but she was so excited for it! She hastily thanked the photographer and bounded off toward the games she had been hearing so much about.


SAY CHEESE
Character 1 Name: Ithildin
Image Links for Character 1: There's no official art of her yet, but you can find pictures and a description in her dorm located here!
Character 2 Name: N/A
Image Links for Character 2: N/A
Pose/Expression Specifics?: I don't have anything specific in mind, so whatever floats the fancy of whoever is drawing it! She's just kinda in wide eye'd amazement at the moment <3
Extra Information: She's wearing a dress like this one! and her hair is like this!

Edit:: Raja did a reference!! Here!

Surprise showed as the stallion took his arm back, and for the fraction of an interest a hint of insecurity showed on the mare's face. Fear, there and gone, in the blink of an eye as he looked down at her, before assuring her that wanting a camera wasn't half so silly as she thought it must be. She looked up at him, features guarded, before a little smile bloomed on dark lips, growing steadily wider and more content as his arm slid around her to rest at her side. Mirroring him, she curled her own thin arm around his hips, leaning into him as they waited for a few couples in line before them to get their picture taken.

Really, when she thought about it, it wasn't much different then Bastion's desire to own a phone. It was something new, something foreign. A step away from tradition, even if it was only a baby step.

A glance up let her notice Soren's line of sight, and she gave an amused little huff, patted his hand, and shook her head. Stealing the photographer's camera, while effective, probably wasn't a good idea. Besides, it was quite bulky. The one she wanted was far more compact, and the images were produced instantly, rather then having to be developed or printed up later. His encouragement meant a lot though, and she wondered if maybe a trip back into town in the next day or so wasn't too hasty.

The line moved, couples posed, flashes went off, and it was their turn to take their place before the back drop.

Alexander might have been the first to exit the dancing grounds but it took Yin no time at all to catch up with him. The other boil had, at least, quieted down significantly and was no longer attempting to make himself the absolute centre of attention the entire time. It might have been a little funny at times, especially during the dancing, but it was rather a relief to see that the effects of the drink were finally beginning to wear off.

As they meandered near the photo booth, Alex may have given it a lingering glance, wondering if perhaps he could convince Yin to get a photo taken with him. This would likely be their last prom before graduation, after all, and they were both all dressed up so nicely....

Glancing towards Yin, he was just trying to decide how best to mime asking the weremantis to get his photo taken, when he was suddenly surprised by Yin asking him first! He was a little taken aback at first, and blinked at Yin twice before his face split into a grin, and he reached over to take the other boils hand in his own while nodding enthusiastically, his top hat falling slightly askew.

Leading the other boil towards the lineup, he reached up with a free hand to adjust his hat, but then with a slightly mischievous glint in his eyes, instead picked it up off of his own head and dropped it down on Yin's instead, it's green feathers matching the boils scarf quite nicely.

Soren's impatience radiated off him in waves, and Nergui was having to work to keep from laughing out loud as the tall stallion was fussed with then forced into a chair. It wasn't a battle she was entirely winning, and her amusement shown through in the impish little grin she wore as she slid up behind her date to drape arms over his shoulders, palms briefly smoothing along tan skin before relaxing.

She was already smiling when the photographer prompted them, duel colored eyes shiny with humor.

The flash left tiny dots of darkness in Nergui's vision that blinking could do little about, but she lamented that the picture would be worth the temporary hindrance to her sight. The spots would clear, and they weren't likely to be attacked in the middle of the promenade. It wasn't impossible, just unlikely.

Finished, the priestess bent so she could press her cheek to his, arms tightening around his shoulders in a fond embrace. When she spoke her lips ghosted along his skin. "What should we do next, my guardian?"

The flash of the camera as they got their photo taken was enough to leave an afterimage burned into Alex's visible green eye. He blinked a few times in a futile attempt to clear it, placing a hand against Yins upper back between his shoulder blades, practically using him as a guide to stumble away from the booth with.

At the mention of possibly going to do something else, Alexander paused, tilting his head to the side slightly. They were supposed to be out on patrol, so heading to either the midway or rides area was not at all out of the question, and they could still keep an eye on things while having a little bit of fun. So rides or games. Rides or games........

Hrmnmnmm.

Alexander, being the intelligent zomboil that he was, at that moment came up with a brilliant solution. He was going to mime out the options, and Yin was going to decide which he'd rather do.

And so it began.

The zomboil first held up a hand, then slowly moved it to point in one direction, before miming playing games, pretending to throw darts, to lift up a heavy mallet and hit the ground with it, to toss rings.

And then he stopped, and slowly held up a hand to point in another direction. At that point he thought it best to mime being in the fun house, which obviously meant stumbling from side to side to show how the floor was moving beneath him.

If Yin didn't want to be embarrassed, he shouldn't have bonded with this guy.

[ENTER]

Several traumatizing things had happened--which in Roch logic clearly meant he had to do something stupid to cheer both himself and Lark up, so the punk was heading for the photobooth, tugging Lark behind him.

"Look, so some bad stuff happened. Like a song about a duck and a country song--I'm not going to let it screw me over!" he told her. "You can't let that stuff bug you, either, got it? Even if it is... stuck... in your head," he said--supposedly he should be talking about the marriage joke, but it seemed the duck song was worse on him.

Waddle waddle.

He thought about it. "Sortta promised," he admitted. "But how about this--we go, we steal all the food, we leave?" he offered. "You're welcome t'sleep over!" he added shamelessly. "We'll toss in ANY movie other than pirates of the deadribbian, crash on the couch and figure out a way t'forget most of this ever happened. I'd say booze, but it don't work that well for me."