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Lilah finished scribbling with her purple crayon (she would have used pink, since it was her favorite color, but it didn't show up very well on the paper) and darted up to the teen.

"Here ya go!" she said, setting it in his lap and standing with her hands behind her back and a big grin plastered on her face. Whenever she smiled for the camera, she seemed to tilt her head to the right, which was also happening as she waited for him to take her picture.

Pilot wondered around looking at the stalls with a slightly confused look on his face.

...How had he gotten- Oooo it was another one of those dreams. This one actually looked to be calm and not confusing. Awesome.

Glancing around to figure out which booth he'd visit first he twitched slightly when his eyes passed over a stall exploding with color, it was bright enough to burn his eyes! Quickly continuing his scan he smiled when he spotted a familiar, if older, face. Calling out to Quint he smiled and waved as he strolled over, scanning the images around the booth as he did so.

A photography booth huh? This must be what Quint had chosen as his hobby, good for him. Reading the sign up sheet he frowned slightly. An application? He didn't-

Wow, dream, right. Shrugging he handed over the form he'd just found in his main pocket and then waved, walking off to look at the other booths while everyone finished getting their forms in.

Atropos had slid into the room. She originally had no interest in the booths, more in the people and how wonderfully she could turn them into sushi. Speaking of sushi, there was a shark like young man tinkering with a strange device. If she filled out his silly form, would she be allowed to slice him up?

Atropos handed the form in sometime later, standing right in front of the booth just waiting. Staring. "It'sss...doooone.." She said in a raspy voice, her teeth barely budging as if the voice came from elsewhere.
She wasn't really certain what was with the camera thing he had. It was one of those cameras, right? People made a flashy flash with them. That's how pictures were born. Whatever. He wouldn't be needing that soon.
She hoped the flashy flash wouldn't be used. Those hurt her eyes. Bright light, she was no fan of. Even the room's lighting was making her eye twitch every so often.
"Fooorm done.. cut yes?"

Tarot blinked. Was-was that Quint?! What in the name of all that was *insert some of Quint's prettier phrases here (yes, Tarot was listening)* was he doing here? He didn't seem like the type to like noise.

She surmised it had something to do with his pictures, since that was the only thing that she could think of that would pull him to this noise and crazy place. She wanded up to the booth. Applications? Hmmmm.

She stole a flyer from one booth, and a pencil from another and gave a shot at writing. Yea, that looked good enough! She placed the finished paper on top of the pile. It read: