Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening
D'anna was hunting. She'd laid her trap carefully. There were bowls filled with snacks, sliced pies on the counter, a full pot of coffee, and cold sodas and water bottles in the fridge.
She was hunting subjects of infrared photographs for M's class. To that end, she had also removed all the light bulbs from the lamps and every other light source.
Then she flipped on the television to a run of Stooping Panther, Clandestine Serpent and found a good hiding spot.
[OOC: If you'd rather not be photographed, just put it in a strike out or an ooc note and no photo shall be had. She will not be photographing le risque. I'm hopping that the light from the TV will be enough for people to see but not enough to screw up her photos. I may be wrong.
ETA: Eventually D will give up, put back the bulbs, leave the lights off, and just watch the movie.]
She was hunting subjects of infrared photographs for M's class. To that end, she had also removed all the light bulbs from the lamps and every other light source.
Then she flipped on the television to a run of Stooping Panther, Clandestine Serpent and found a good hiding spot.
[OOC: If you'd rather not be photographed, just put it in a strike out or an ooc note and no photo shall be had. She will not be photographing le risque. I'm hopping that the light from the TV will be enough for people to see but not enough to screw up her photos. I may be wrong.
ETA: Eventually D will give up, put back the bulbs, leave the lights off, and just watch the movie.]