The Visitor's center is bustling right now. This might have something to do with the Greyhound bus that arrived at noon. So many nice old people touring the area and the occasional student or transfer. Walking through the crowd is a man that looks to be 'stalking' a couple of young college students. He even does the over exaggerated 'I am walking towards you like a ninja' motions with his feet.
One of them, a blonde turns around and just stares back at the man. Adam stops where he is and shrugs, "What? Its you or gramma Wilson over there and you are easier on the eyes." She is a mixed of offended and confused, "What?" Adam shakes his head, "Nevermind. You're going to want to answer that anyway." Answer-- then her phone starts going off. By the time she goes to reach for it, Adam is walking back to the crowd. He stretches upwards-- watching the people come and go, go and come. Doughnuts. Where are the dougnuts? "Where has the dough-nut goodness of this world gone to?" he asks-- manifesting thought to ill-placed voice to an otherwise uninterested audience of travelers.
Petra and Zane are walking down the street, Petra with her camera out and snapping photographs of random passersby and the occasional plant or street sign as she explains, "No, it's like... it's like people with fur suits?" When Zane seems confused on this point, probably assuming she means fur coats, Petra goes on, "No, like... you know kids' pajamas? With like, the hole cut out for them to quickly get down to their diapers? Well, like that, except not for that." Pause. "Usually." While speaking, she's paused to take a shot of Adam's 'stalking' of the young college students.
Of course Zane assumes she means fur coats. What else would she mean? "Right...the butt flap..." he replies. If it's midday, he's certainly not wearing a jacket, and he has sunglasses on. "Usually?" Then he pauses, his head shifting, mouth twisted in a suspicious expression although his eyes are hidden. "This sounds like the thing with the stuffed animals you were telling me about, except that the holes are in the pajamas and not the toys."
Zeppelin is on a bench. This seems pretty unremarkable really, until one stops to ask what she is doing on the bench. Zep is standing on the top of it where the backs meet and is looming over a couple. The woman has her right leg cocked up, weight on her left and an impressive camera to her face. "Okay.. now look like you are in love. You know, like when you got that ring appraised and realized it was real." This causes a laugh from the two. It is clear that the woman is trying to get some weird angle engagement photo.
"Pictionary?" asks Adam as he moves on to his next set of entertainment for the hour. His question is addressed to the photographer and the happy couple in question. A quick finger snap later and the 'detective' motions to the groom, "For the next one you-- act like Clinton. And you-- Monica. Actually Monica is too easy, maybe go with a WWII nurse. Lets make some magic people." He then slides over towards the benches where Zep is propped up at. "You know, with a little work you could score a couple thousand hits on Youtube," he tells Zep with a single nod. Yep.
"Usually," Petra confirms with a broad smile, and aims a shoulder bump at Zane for no obvious reason. "And yes, EXACTLY like the stuffed animals. Exactly, man. Holes-- always a sign of things to come. Note that I didn't say bad thi-- hey! Photographer over there." She grins and starts trying to shoot pictures of the woman shooting pictures. "It's a crazy M. C. Escher kind of moment. If your phone's with you, you should take pics of me taking pics of that woman taking pics."
"How are holes a sign of..." Zane begins, then frowns at Petra, like he gets her bad pun. He continues frowning when she starts taking pictures of a stranger. "Petra--I" he starts, but then she alerts him to such an awesome idea. "Okay," he says, pulling out his crappy cellphone with its fuzzy photo taking capabilities and backing up, trying to pretend his texting while actually taking pictures. "It's like..digital watercolors..." he mutters to himself.
Take that picture quick because Zeppelin is about to fall from her perch. There is a blink of surprise from all three of them when Adam speaks to them. Zep tries to look at him and leans a bit too far to the left. This helps as she tries to compensate to the right. Which has her moving towards the couple. As it is bad business to kill your clients, Zep moves back to the left. A moment later, the blonde woman is falling from the bench. While most people drop their hands to block their fall, Zep lifts her camera high in the air. "It's ok. The camera didn't break! Um.. I think this might end the session for today." She smiles beautifully at the couple. However, Adam is sent a secret death glare. There is a promise of words or violence when her clients leave. She has yet to notice the most beautiful Petra and the amazing artist of Zane.
It might be chivalrious-- nay gentlemanly to try to help and break the fall of fair Zeppelin. From the look of things, Adam is neither. He watches the chaos ensue with a charming little smile on his face. "Nice save," he tells the blonde as he get the death gaze, "that camera looks pretty expensive. It would suck sooo bad if broke. Or something. By the way, your eyes are a lot more beautiful when relaxed. So relax. Drinks?" As he says this, his eyes move over to the other photographers. Huh. Tis the season!
Petra does take that picture quick-- and several after besides, capturing the moment of Zeppelin's fall. Maybe she should've asked if the woman's okay right away, but better late than never, right? But first she finishes Zane's sentence: "...think I'm awesome? I know." She winks over at him, and then makes her way closer to Zeppelin, smiling warmly. "You okay there?" she asks, and offers the woman a hand up, resting her camera around her neck. Zeppelin likely knows a good camera when she sees one, and Petra's is no standard model. She glances over to Adam, but the bulk of her attention is fixated on the other woman.
Zane manages to get one picture with his cruddy cellphone, then there's falling. "Whoa," he says, stepping over to the other side of Zeppelin, offering a second hand up. "Yeah," he echoes Petra as he addresses Zeppelin. "You okay? Those benches are kinda wobbly." He grins, a friendly sort of expression aimed Zeppelin's way, like he falls off of benches all the time and it's nothing to be embarassed about Adam gets a nod. "This your girl, man?" he says, stepping back as if not wanting to get between a dude helping his girl off the ground.
Zeppelin takes a breath and then flashes the most incredibly beautiful smile there is. She could sell whitening strips. Or she was a cheerleader. She has that vibe. "I am perfectly wonderful. Thank you so much for your assistance. What is a little fall between friends?" There is even an annoyingly sweet giggle. It's like rainbows come out of her ass when she shits (true story on where skittles comes from fyi). "Rob, Mandy. You looked amazing I'll upload to the blog later and send you a link." She waves to her clients like Mary Poppins raped the nun in the Sound of Music and had a bastard. She keeps smiling until the clients are out of earshot and then pivots to face the others. "You fucking prick." That goes to Adam. "In what fucking world do you look at a woman taking a photo and balancing and think.. damn yeah.. she'll want to hit this? Your cock isn't that big." There is a huff of breath as she smiles towards Zane and Petra. "No, I'm not with him. Loverboy is all on his own right now. Thanks for having manners and helping. If I had gold stickers, you'd get one." She clicks her tongue and shots a fake gun to Zane. Now her precious is looked at... Petra. Or rather Petra's chest. Or more over, the camera. "Hey.. thanks for the help. So you take photos? Can I see your camera?" Zep's own camera is customed out and expensive.
Adam can't help but give a non-comitted shrug regarding the state of being a general prick. "Oh you are so /cute/ when you get mad," he replies-- having picked out maybe one or two things she said out of the whole thing. He adjusts his attention to Zane and notes, "Nah. Just a kid sprucing up the scene for a bit. Speaking of which..." The man takes out a sleek looking smart phone-- just a block o ebony with shiny happiness to it. "... yep. Got to jet. Nice tat, by the way. You'll have to tell me the story of that one-- and that one-- over a brew sometime." Looking over to Zep he adds, "I guess you can get in on the tab too." For Petra he just tips an invisible hat as a wave goodbye. Back to the crowds he goes-- only this time the ultimate destination is outward.
"Charming," Petra says to Adam sarcastically, regarding his comment about how cute Zeppelin is, before she turns to the woman proper. She smiles lopsidedly at the interest in her chest-- the camera of course being the focal point, and quickly says, "Just a hobbything. Thing." She waves a hand dismissively, far more interested in checking out the other woman's rig. It's cameraporn, folks. Petra's camera is definitely expensive, though maybe not quite as customed out as the other woman. She seems to aim for quality gear that's got the specs she want rather than building it on her own, though there are some slight mods. She watches as Adam heads off, then tells Zeppelin, "You're a cooler head than I am. I think I mighta had to threaten like, his manhood or more likely, something he actually possessed, if he messed up my shot." She extends a hand then, offering a handshake. "Name's Petra. This is Zane here," said with a thumb jerked in the man's direction.
"Sure...." Zane says to Adam's departing form, his expression friendly yet confused. He lifts a hand, waving farewell. Turning back to Petra and Zeppelin, he lifts an eyebrow, possibly amused by Zeppelin's finger gun and the camera porn. As Petra examines Zeppelin's camera, he drops onto said shakey bench, sitting casually, left arm draped along the back, waiting and people watching. "Hey there," he says, turning his attention back to them, when Petra introduces him, right hand reaching up to shake Zeppelin's.
Zeppelin rolls her eyes. "You learn how to deal with those types, I suppose." There is a momentary pause as she looks at her prized baby. That camera of hers. "Ok. We switch at the same time right?" A teasing smile lingers on her lips as she moves to hand over her camera to the woman. She takes the hand to shake it. "Zeppelin." Maybe it's her last name. She will shake Zane's hand too with a brighter smile. It might appear to be a flirtatious thing until the next words out of her mouth. "I don't suppose you two are looking for a wedding photographer? A cute couple like you should only have the best and I am the best."
"Right," Petra says with a firm nod. "On the count of three. One. Two." She winks and then hands her camera over without the need of a third count, teasing the woman right back. She whistles, clearly impressed with the machine. "The filter on this... I've gotta--" She peers through the lens, nodding her head as whatever she suspected is confirmed. "That's beautiful," she informs Zeppelin. "...*beautiful.*" So beautiful it must be said twice! Zane? Entirely forgotten right now, though she does glance up at the mention of weddings, her eyes lighting up with interest. "Can I get your card?" she asks.
Zane grins at Zeppelin, chuckling. "Petra's getting married, just not to me. To a really awesome and lucky dude." His phone buzzes. "Lizzie, she must be done at the mall," he says to Petra. Then, an apologetic look to Zeppelin. "My sister's in town, nice to meet you. Petra, I'll see you later. I think Lizzie's gonna like..." he racks his brain for some soothing activity that couldn't involve him. "Need her nails done?" As he walks away, he answers the phone, putting it to his ear. "Hey...Petra...You? Seriously? More shirts with sleeves? I told you, I already got sleeves tattooed on me....I dunno what we're eatin' for dinner, you threw out all my leftovers....Chinese food lasts a long time....got like, soy in it. Preserves it real good...no, I haven't seen Joel today." and the sibling argument continues as he wanders off.
Zeppelin checkes out the camera and does the thing that everyone does with porn. She touches that hard equipment. She strokes the outer shell by fantasizing what she sees with her eyes. Oh yes. It's not just a caress, it's a touch with purpose. She lifts it to her eye and shoots a pic with it. There is a sound of a low noise in the back of her throat. Hot girls with cameras, totally not what they are going to think of Zane's facebook status. There is a pause and a business card is pulled out of her back pocket. Luckily, it is wrapped in a business card protector. No ass sweat. "Sure do." It just says Zeppelin Designs on it. Her number and full name (Zeppelin S. Moon) is written upon it. As well as her business license number. At Zane's departure and information there is a lift of her brows. When he walks away, she very clearly watches. The woman leans towards Petra. "I hate to see them go, but I fucking love to watch them walk away."
Petra takes Zeppelin's card, saying, "I fucking LOVE your name. I don't know if you picked it or were born with it, and it *so* doesn't matter. What matters is, it's fantastic." That said, she puts Zeppelin's card away in her wallet before going back to caressing the other woman's camera. Distractedly, she tells Zane, "Sounds good to me." He probably could've persuaded her to hand him her wallet, credit cards and all. She aims a shot at Zane and his fantabulous backside, taking a picture (it lasts longer!) and then responds to the woman, "Inorite?" She smiles broadly to the woman, then says, "I am SO going to give you a call about that wedding business," said moments after checking out Zane's ass, "...if you'll let me look at some of your work. The camera speaks volumes, but... you know."
Zeppelin shakes her head. "I'd hit and run that ass and then back up to do it again." Then she shakes her head and focuses on the woman. "Sure, Babydoll, you can come up to my place and see my studio." Zep winks in a leering, but comical fashion. "Ahhh... that is my given name. My middle name is Sunflower. My parents aren't hippies at all. That commune was just a gated community without walls." There is a chuckle before she nods. "Totes. So do you know when you are getting married? You have a theme or anything?"
"I like the way you think," Petra says with a laugh, and then leers right back at Zeppelin, her own just as comical. "Sunflower is a pretty damn good middle name. Beats mine, not that I mind it. Best thing to do is make a bet with people to try and guess it, yaknow? They'll be like, Suuuuuusan?" She grins before growing more serious and answering, "September 12th. As for a theme? Your guess is as good as mine. All's I know is, it's gonna have some Jewish elements and it's going to be at night. Oh, and black, white and silver for colors. Is that enough to get kind of a thing going in your headspace about it?"
Zeppelin nods her head to the information. "So is your middle name Susan?" There is a chuckle before her brain is already starting with images. "Have you done any engagement photos? We could do some of them on a location or you know.. they are more wacky fun. So you going to have a hoopa and the chair dance, stepping on the glass and all that?" She grins to that. "I'm sure that I will get some photos that I think are worthy of you. I like to meet with the couple to get the feel for them though. You know? Like it's great to get walking down the aisle. The kiss, yadda yadda in every album. It's also fun to do other shit too." There is a quirk of her lips. "I mean I could run a video, but I'd need an assistant." Her eyes follow where Zane left. "You know... anyone really. Who's number you might have on hand to you know.. let me talk it over with them." There is a teasing laugh tot aht before she nods her head again. "Really though, it's your fucking wedding. So it should be what you want. Oh.. um.. I class up my mouth on the job. No worries."
Petra answers the question of her middle name with a cheery: "Nope!" Not that she volunteers what it REALLY is. That would take all the fun out of it! "It starts with an R, though. I'll give you that." She shakes her head to that next question. "Nope, no engagement photos. We really ain't done much... traditional, y'know? I proposed to him with a fork. It... made sense in context, I assure you." After listening to her ideas, Petra perks up quite a bit, her gaze also landing in the direction Zane left. "Man, if I could get him to run a video? My troubles'd be over. But nah, he's not gonna be up for that. Bit of a stick in the mud, in the most amusing sense possible." She grins then, saying, "I'm not worried about your mouth. Really, I think people would *expect* someone with my kinda mouth to be behind the camera."
Zeppelin makes a face. "Ahhh the stick in the mud syndrome. All the good man have it until the bad girl comes along to help jerk them.." She trails off to that. Her lips curve a bit more. "Well my family handfasts, so really. Or as I like to look at it. Mom's pregnant again and oops better claim one to be the father." She teases lightly. "Hmmm.. an R.. how about.. Rebecca." There is a stretch of her hands over her head. It exposes just a bit of her abdomen before she squeaks in the exhalation of air. The camera porn is over and she goes back to her original toy, if Petra hands it back over. "You know anyone else around looking for a photographer? Or a roomie? I could use one of those too."
Petra does indeed hand over Zeppelin's camera, relieved to get her own baby back. She even pets it as she lowers the strap around her neck. "Not Rebecca," she answers easily, and recaps the camera's lens. "And yes... stupid fucking stick in the mud syndrome. Luckily Jai-- that'd be the one I'm plannin' to marry-- was divested of that loooong before I met him." She leers again, and then holds up a finger, digging in her pocket for her wallet again. A card is drawn out of it and passed over to Zep. It says simply, 'Jai Malekar' and has a number, which Petra explains, "...that's the number for dispatch at his cab company. You just call for him by name, he'll show up if he's on duty. Has good rates." She then says, "I dunno of anyone specifically lookin' for a photographer, but I can definitely ask around. I gotcher card now, there's no escaping it." She winks, then goes on, "As for a roommate? Dunno that either. Most people I know're already coupled off or thankful to be on their own."
Zeppelin laughs a bit. "I don't mean to fuck for rent. I'm good with thankful on their own. Hell if the couple doesn't piss me off with gooey shit then I'm good to be there too." She takes her camera and pets it. Preeeeecious. The card is also taken as she pockets it. "Mmmm undercover duty. I like this. Should I act like the drunk woman? The nun that just left her vows and needs a mighty man to show me the true path?" There is a grin though before her own eyes flash down to her phone. "Actually. I hate to exchange and run, but.. well.. that rent thing doesn't pay itself."
With a laugh of her own, Petra shakes her head, saying, "Nah, I didn't mean to imply you're fuckin' for rent. I just meant, y'know. Couples usually don't want roommates, and if you're happy on your own... y'know." She shrugs. "You're happy on your own. I used to be actually... one o' those 'happy on their own' people." She smirks, and actually laughs at the idea of the undercover duty. "I double-dog dare ya. But only if you plan to follow through. Don't wanna get his hopes up for nothin'." She winks, then nods her head as the woman makes to leave. "It was nicetameetcha," she says, seeming to mean it.
Zeppelin grins towards Petra. "I know this trick. You say that. I follow through and then I'm the slut. Yeah, yeah." She chuckles a bit more. "If he looks like the other hunk of beefcake you hang out with. Well.. a girl's gotta do, what a girl's gotta do." There is a laugh. "I am actually use to the chaos of living with other people. I mean really, I lived on a commune. Everyone is in everyone's business. It's quiet and weird on your own. On the other hand. No one is in your fucking business." She wiggles her fingers "Bye-sies." Then she turns to stride off.