shaft | hotel: harrow

[ There's no answer, just another countdown and flash from behind the curtain, before the voice sounds again.

Claude strains his ears for signs of anything else that might be prowling, peering out of the booth.

And then... silence. ]

Something doesn't seem right.

Maybe it isn't working right?

[cautiously, she'll try lifting up the curtain, ready to slam it shut...]

There's something on the screen.

[ He looks back at her. ]

Please tell me it's not images of our loved in terrible pain. Once was enough for me.

[ ... ]

...No. It's images of us. Look.

[lifting the curtain higher.]

[ Claude blinks slowly, pieces starting to click. ]

... This is a photo booth. It prints pictures of people.

Oh.

[well. this feels very silly now. just quietly - ]

Yes, I see now. You can select little stickers and put them on.

[ He stares at the pictures on the screen, of them deadly serious and on edge.

Despite his best efforts, a quiet snort escapes him, followed by muffled laughter that he hides behind his fist. ]

We do look... pretty cool.

This is very embarrassing...

[she's not laughing but she seems resigned to the situation. she will select a sticker that says COOL and place it next to the one where they're trying to attack the camera.]

Given how much around here tends to be deadly, you can't blame us.

[ He picks up a pen and draws a sun around a picture of them looking particularly glum. ]

[adding a sticker of a cat that looks like it's the thing they're hiding from.]

Indeed, including the most innocuous things. A spaghetti meal, even. Let us simply never mention this.

[ There's only so many pictures to work with given that they threw the curtain over the camera but...

They're all pretty funny. ]

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