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[recordeadpan]

[Where are you? Are you doing something strange? Something interesting? Perhaps something new and exciting, or old and dull? Are you something strange or exciting? If any or none of these are true, good chance there's a girl taking a picture of you on her phone.]

Recorded.

[Intro post, standard warnings, etc. I promise not to derp around TOO much

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[ascendthethorns]

... Anya.

[recordeadpan]

Your Highness?

[ascendthethorns]

What is it that you're recording?

[recordeadpan]

Camp, residents, other things.

[ascendthethorns]

I see. May I?

[hand out for phone]

[recordeadpan]

[hands it over]

[ascendthethorns]

[pages through ARE YOU STILL TAKING PHOTOS OF THE BOYS' ROOM, MISS ALSTREIM?!]

How has your memory been?

[recordeadpan]

[so what if I am???]

Well, I think.

[ascendthethorns]

Good.

[...giiiiiives the phone a look, then shows the on-screen picture to Anya...]

Did you take this?

[recordeadpan]

Yes.

[ascendthethorns]

...

[hands back the phone]

Please refrain from taking such photos in the future.

[recordeadpan]

[because she really cares.]

[after a moment, flipping to a picture of a certain female]

Who is she?

[ascendthethorns]

... why do you ask?

[recordeadpan]

She knows something.

[ascendthethorns]

About what?

[recordeadpan]

My memory. She was very inquisitive.