0087. Albums.

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[Oh, the last several days have been unreasonably taxing. The concept has niggled at him since the night Coyolxauhqui last visited him, and has merely intensified upon seeing some of the new arrivals. Cue strange forays into topics such as genealogy, crests, traditions over any number of planets, clan behaviour, morphic resonance and the like,

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[darknessb4me]

[Sigh. Its so rare that he asks this sort of thing.]

Photo graphs?

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[a_bit_put_upon]

[He isn't about to call attention to that. In fact, he'll proceed with caution, as if addressing a skittish animal... though not really so patronising.]

In my reality, there are machines, called cameras, which one may point in any direction and capture an image of whatever lies before them. Most beings who use these devices prefer to capture images of other beings, for posterity and preservation of fond memories. These images are transferred to special bits of paper called photographs. I've got a few, if you'd like to see them. I've likely got a camera as well.

[Private]

[darknessb4me]

An image of anything. So you could see images of places without being there yourself. Perhaps without a person being there at all.

[Camera is totally a washing machine robot with magic inside of it built by a gnome now.]

[Private]

[a_bit_put_upon]

To an extent. A person would have to be there to operate the camera, but the image they capture can, and often does, exclude them, to give the illusion of being devoid of sentient life if there are no others in the frame.

[...Doc would LOVE to chill in Tinker Town. Just sayin'.]

[whattheytellyou]

[Because he doesn't seem as pleasant and cheerful as before...]

You all right, Doc?

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[a_bit_put_upon]

I'm well, thank you, and yourself?

[Sometimes he is the BEST deflector.]

There's nothing to worry over. Wee hours bring far thoughts, or however that saying goes.

[whattheytellyou]

I'm all right. Just concerned.

[Not that she knows him well enough to judge, but...]

You sound lonely.

[a_bit_put_upon]

Do I? Terribly sorry. Ironically, it seems that at the moment, I'm anything but.

[And then he realises how snotty that sounded.]

...Not that the lack of solitude is a bad thing, rather. I suppose I find it more surprising than anything else. Certainly no burden. Have you got family of some sort, Dr. Harding?

[Private]

[thegooddrjones]

Are you alright, Doctor?

[Private]

[a_bit_put_upon]

I am.

...When did you last see your mother and sister, Martha?

[Private]

[thegooddrjones]

I saw them a few months ago, in September of Barge time. The whole family, actually. Mum, Dad, Tish, Leo and Keisha.

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[a_bit_put_upon]

Splendid. Are they well?

[a_bit_put_upon]

I can see the merit in it, to be sure. Would that I could go back and take them without getting into trouble... though given my lifestyle, that really wouldn't be much of a deterrent.

[a_bit_put_upon]

Indeed. However, I would prefer not to get them into trouble.

[leadsthestars]

[She's not talking to you about family, Doctor. She shakes a fist instead and plans on lurking and watching the comments.]

[a_bit_put_upon]

[That's okay. He's still confused and flustered by you even if he's good at pretending he isn't. :| WARRIOR WOMEN, HOW DO THEY WORK?]