The Photo Hut, 1/17/07

[sneerkite]

Steerpike opened up the Photo Hut and then, because he really didn't expect anyone to show up, started sifting through the boxes that were lying about the place and playing with the random stuff he found there.

Hey, sometimes even Machiavellian creeps get bored and want to have play time.

[ooc: and muns do, too. I've been at work for 40 minutes, and I'm already bored. *sighs*]

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John wandered into town and into a store he hadn't remembered seeing before. Alas, there was no bell for assistance (those rings were always fun) so he just looked around quietly.

[sneerkite]

Steerpike was presently using a mustache brush as . . . well, as a mustache.

He managed not to squeak like a girl when he turned around to see John standing there, but it was a close thing.

"Can I help you?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John, for his part, kept his face blank but did a little boggling inside his head.

"Yeah, you got digital camera stuff?"

[sneerkite]

Steerpike, realizing he was actually still holding the brush to his upper lip, decided to behave as if there was nothing strange at all about a young man using a brush as a mustache while at work.

"I'm certain we do. What sort of . . . 'stuff' exactly are you looking for?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Uh..." John, for his part, was not fixated on the mustache brush. "I...was hoping for a mustac-memory cards!"

[sneerkite]

Steerpike raised a single, graceful eyebrow and appeared not to react to John's staring.

Inside, he was snickering like a fiend.

It didn't help that, the store being from the 1970s, there was a rather large chance that they didn't have any digital camera stuff. Not that Steerpike could know for sure, since he was new to the whole camera industry. . . .

He produced a packet of poloroid film. "Like this?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Uh." No. "Sure," he said, shrugging. "This is exactly what I was talking about. Haven't seen you...or your mustache around before."

[sneerkite]

Steerpike made a split second decision. "But it's me. Walter."

This might be fun.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Oh!" John wasn't the brightest. "The mustache made you look like someone different. Hey, Walter."

[sneerkite]

"Does it?" Steerpike gave the brush-mustache a thoughtful tap. "I'll have to keep that in mind. Perhaps use it to impress Nadia with my disguise skills. She's a spy, you know. And my girlfriend."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"She's a spy and your girlfriend?" John nodded impressively. "Does she like the mustache look or something?"

[sneerkite]

"I haven't actually asked her, yet. But disguises are very important to spies, so I'm sure she'll be impressed that I managed to fool you with a mustache."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Yeah, John winced at being that easily fooled. "My eyesight's kinda bad. At least I didn't mistake you for a girl!"

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"You're not Walter," the Doctor said when he approached.

[sneerkite]

"You have better eyes then most," Steerpike replied calmly. "Can I help you?"

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Not likely," the Doctor said. "I'm afraid it's terminal."

[sneerkite]

"How unfortunate. Hopefully, it's not contagious."

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"What? Life?" the Doctor said. "Very contagious. Unless you're undead." He tilted his head. "Not undead, are you?"

[sneerkite]

"Not that I'm aware of. Have you come here just to confuse me?"

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Am I confusing you?" the Doctor asked.

[sneerkite]

"Somewhat. Perhaps we should back the conversation up. I am Steerpike."

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you, Spanderlike," the Doctor said. "I'm the Doctor."

[sneerkite]

Really, now, that wasn't even the right number of syllables! These people had no respect. "Doctor of . . . what?"

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Just about anything and everything. Today I'm... Doctor of Lycanthropic Pudding," he said.

[sneerkite]

"And . . . why are you in a camera shop, then?"