The fun develops instantly.

[lightconductor]

Who: Watson and You
When: Post Info Meeting
Where: Anywhere you care to be.
Summary: Watson has a Polaroid camera and he's trying to distract himself. That's about it.


It's a lot of complicated feelings that everyone's dealing with. Even if Watson knew some of the details, he didn't know all of it, and now that everyone knows the permanency of their current situation, and things are not working the way they have been... it's a lot.

And he doesn't know what to do with that.

So Watson, with the late 1990s Polaroid camera that he got in a gift box for some reason, is attempting to distract himself by taking candid photos of people. He's not the most gifted of photographers, and this is quite a bit fancier than even the most portable cameras of his own era, but the joy of autofocus does make the entire process a lot simpler.

Reading in the library? Leaning dramatically over the edge of the railing? Some other place where you think you might be alone in your thoughts? Be prepared for the sudden click and whirr of a camera, and Watson will come over, smiling, to offer you the developing photo.


Closed to César:

It is late, and someone needs to come to bed. After a bit of hunting, though, Watson finds César in the library, at work and oblivious of the time. He sighs, equally parts fond and exasperated, and takes a moment to take a picture of this, too. Surprise.

"It's late, and you ought to be sleeping."

Comments

[mooninthewater]

Mizuki might not be leaning "dramatically" over the railing, but he does have his feet perched onto the bottom rail so he can lean into it and outstretch his arms. Everyone else might be having a tough time with the news, but Mizuki is pretty pleased with the results, personally. He should go around and share his joy, he thinks, but for now, he just wants to settle in it, letting the wind through his fingers, and…

Click.

He blinks a bit dumbfoundedly when Watson approaches him with the polaroid, looking down at it for a moment, then back at him.

"Oh, hi, Doctor. What's this for?? Testing out a new toy?"

[lightconductor]

"Oh, I suppose I am."

Watson smiles, in a bashful sort of way. "A new toy for me, anyway. Not so often that I get to play around with this sort of fancy camera. You may have the photograph if you wish. Alternately, I am attempting to create my own record of people here, in case they vanish."

[mooninthewater]

“Oh—” While he doesn’t need any pictures of him being a goofball, since he has plenty of those on his phone, that does give him a slight bit of pause. A record, huh? There’s a moment where he instinctively reaches for his pocket, but stops to tug at his rain poncho.

“That’s… incredibly kind of you to do. I think there’s a lot of people that could use a reminder of their happy memories here in general.”

Which was honestly half of his conversation with Skulduggery, that they needed something like that. Way to beat him too the punch, Watson! Not that he’s upset in the slightest about it. On the contrary, he seems rather mystified.

“You might even be able to steal some of the Polaroids from Photos at Sea, I think… if you haven’t already?”

[lightconductor]

"Those," Watson says, with a dark sort of chuckle, "are slightly spooky, in that no one knows who took them. These, however, were at least taken by a human agent. An imperfect agent, who may occasionally get his thumb in the lens, but a human agent who means well."

He shrugs. "At any rate, it does help fill the quieter times here."

[mooninthewater]

“I guess that’s fair… Do you think the ghosts on this ship have any free will, or do you think they just do whatever it is they’re tasked to do?”

Not that it really matters this month, what with nothing working as it should. He wonders if maybe that just means the ghosts were on break or… maybe even escaped somehow?

“Quieter times… we’ve had a bit of that lately. But… I certainly think that Skulduggery’s meeting has stirred a lot of the passengers. Is that a good thing?”

[lightconductor]

"I really don't know much about ghosts. Until I arrived here, I would have said I didn't believe in them. They haven't done anything than their tasks until now, anyway."

As it is... he mostly just believes in ghosts here. Not back home, surely.

"I think it's probably better that we do know, but how all of us may take it, well. That remains to be seen." Watson shakes his head. "It's hard to accept never going home. I think most of us have been assuming until this point that there was a way home. It's a lot of hope to lose, but it does allow us to think differently."