( calendar post log ) Hold up...

[sorryitasedyou]

Who: Everyone who wants to be in the Calendar
Where: Starting via text, will update
When: Weekend of the 12th/13th
Rating: PG-13ish - possibly higher ratings in a few threads
Summary: IT'S TIME FOR AWESOME PARTY PHOTOS

The Story: [ Saturday morning, everyone who volunteered... Or were volunteered and might not be aware of it yet... will get a text with times and a location of where things'll be starting/happening such as: ]

1st floor. Rooms 100 to 104.
Let me know if you wanna be inside or outside and a time.
Or just come on down when you're ready.

[ For those that Darcy personally volunteered, there'll be something special added to the text with a promise of something... Like booze or brownies or boozy brownies. Eh? One of the nice things about Wonderland is that the rooms can accommodate just about anything. Darcy nabbed a room with some basic photography supplies, as she's not the one doing most of the photos. She doesn't really need to do the whole fancy set up thing. But, the other rooms are empty so people should be able to think of a set-up and go from there. ]

[ OOC: Feel free to put up a top-level and tag around. Just throw up a warning if it treads into NSFW options. Also everyone who participates will find a calendar delivered to their door a few days after the shoots. ]

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Darcy » OTA, will match style

[sorryitasedyou]

[ There are worse ways to spend her weekend and considering the reception to the idea had been pretty positive. This was one of those moments where she really wished she had google available to her. But, some things just really couldn’t happen. She’d grabbed a few books from the library – some older magazines to have some options in case people didn’t have any ideas. By Friday night, she’s running things down to room 99 on the 1st floor, arms full of books and pictures.

For the actual photoshoots, she’ll be bouncing around – trying to be involved with every single one. Even if that just means getting props or re-filling drinks here and there. She had some people volunteer with helping, which was awesome and meant she really only had to be in one place at a time. It also meant she could partake in the drinks here and there, which makes anything later in the day/into the evening a little more fun.

When all is said and done, she uploads the rest of the files from the cameras and works on getting them organized. She’s settled into a corner of the coffee shop with two laptops, a pad of paper, and photoshop putting it all together. She might have had a little fun with her own as well as putting together a few pages for some of the people that had come and gone – the pages already completed and sitting on the table off to the side, including Bucky and Thor.


Feel free to find her during the set-up, the actual photoshoot, or after either in the coffee shop or her room. ]

[onevice]

[ Snow gets the message and has absolutely zero idea of what it is. Though she doesn't suspect danger, she is fairly confused, and when she arrives it's with a slight frown and a light knock at the door of each room until she finds Darcy. ]

Hello...? [ The dark-haired woman glances around, noting the girl with the camera, or... cameras, and all the other details. It seems as if photos are being taken for some reason, and since it's likely to be innocuous, Snow steps farther into the room and nods politely at Darcy. ]

I received a note. [ She explains, holding up her device. ] What is this about?

[sorryitasedyou]

[ Ahahahaha... ah yes. So it begins. ]

Hey, come on in.

[ And what's the best way to explain exactly what she's doing. Right. Words. ] I dunno if you caught a message on the network a few days ago, but I thought it might be fun to do a Wonderland calendar featuring some of its finest.

Something casual, if you're interested. You can even pick your month.

[onevice]

Oh, that was you? [ She'd blocked in out because it hadn't seemed relevant to her, but- ] I... wouldn't say I'm any part of Wonderland's 'finest.' [ Snow says, admitting an amused, little smile. ] I think your calendar would look much better with some of the other residents.

[oversight]

[ It's no secret that John will do just about anything for Darcy. They'd been through so much together, in fact, it seems almost wrong to deny her such a simple request. Which is exactly why Blake ends up helping out with the photo shoots.

He's not much of a photographer, but he's a good helper and he doesn't mind scouting out places for the next shot. ]

What about here? This looks kinda pretty.

[ He gestures out the window at the edge of the garden where the sunlight is filtered through some of the taller trees. ]

[sorryitasedyou]

Where? Here?

[ She moves over to where he's pointing, offering a little smirk as she gives it a closer look. Not that she really knows what she's looking for. But, that's not important. ]

This could definitely work, at least for a few hours in the day. Do you know if we're gonna have a full moon tonight? [ Considering she didn't really track the lunar cycles anymore since as far as she knew there weren't any werewolves left here. ]

[oversight]

Ummm. Pretty sure it's not full. [ A pause. He looks thoughtful. ] Pretty sure.

[ Already he's starting to sift through some gear, hoping to guess what she might need to set things up. ]

You need an intern.

[lightgunhustler]

[Jo shows up early on the 12th with coffee in tow-- some for herself as well as a cup for the project organizer, since she's sure Darcy is going to be pulling a long, long day, and even if she doesn't know Darcy well, there's no denying her love of coffee.]

Hey, knock knock--

[She grins, walking in to find Darcy mid-setup.]

Need a hand with any of that?

[sorryitasedyou]

Hey!

[ She was always happy when someone else would show up, the more the merrier. Especially someone who brings her coffee. Coffee is definitely the quickest way to her heart and the sight is enough to have her making a beeline to Jo. ]

I think we're okay right now. Did you ever know that you're my hero?

[ Okay, but really because coffee. ]

[lightgunhustler]

[Her grin hitches wider as she offers Darcy her cup.]

Thought maybe you could use a jolt with all that's going on today.

[With as much interest as the project had gathered, Jo guessed Darcy was going to be kept pretty busy.]

You look like you've been at it awhile already.

pops in here late

[assembles]

[ Having already discussed where Steve's photoshoot would take place, he's ready to go when the day comes, and so is Dodger. A picture taken down at the beach will probably feel much more natural then being cooped up inside with lights and cameras pointed at him, which is why he'd jumped at the idea.

Besides, if he's going to represent the month of July, it makes sense to do a summery scene.

Even so, Steve arranges to meet up with Darcy at one of the rooms she mentioned in her text, figuring that they can walk down to the ocean together -- along with any other camera crew that she might have recruited.

When Steve enters the room with Dodger in tow on his leash, he finds Darcy seated at a computer, clicking away. As he moves over to see what she's working on, though, he spots a page of the calendar that's already printed out. It wouldn't have stood out if it wasn't Bucky Barnes himself, photographed while still in Wonderland. It doesn't look nearly as posed, more like a candid shot that Darcy must have stolen at some point.

Steve drifts over to the table, noticing there's a picture of Thor too. But he can't take his eyes off of Bucky's likeness. It's just a photo, just like those scraps of his past he'd found in the Smithsonian, but it's better than nothing. ]

Darcy... [ Steve's tone is equal parts awe and gratefulness. ]

/returns super late - sorry for the delay

[sorryitasedyou]

[ She can't help but give him a huge smile when he arrives, dog in tow. She was glad she'd suggested it, honestly. It had seemed right up his alley. She could even shrug off the slight chill to the air. It was nice to be out and about again - fresh air and friends.

This time it's just her and a camera, figuring something low-key would be best.

When he arrives, she lets him peruse the few things she'd actually completed... Almost waiting for the reaction. ]

I think it was end of July or early August after he cut his hair, up on the roof. He didn't know I was taking the photos until I snapped the last one. He just seemed so... I don't know. I couldn't let it slip by.

[ It had seemed so important at the time, to make note of something so incredibly trivial - a look. A feeling. Maybe it was because she hadn't gotten as many candids of Jane and Natasha before they'd left that had driven her to do it. Maybe it was because she'd been reminded just how fleeting time really was here. None of them knew who was coming and who was going. ]

I have the originals up in my room. They're yours if you want them.

lol i was just as late

[assembles]

[ It's nice to hear the story about where the photo had come from. That hadn't been too long after Steve's birthday; Bucky had cut his hair expressly for the occasion. Steve can still remember how grateful he'd been. It might seem like something so inconsequential, but the change in hairstyle had meant a lot to him.

All the same, Darcy's offer surprises Steve and he finally rips his gaze away from the printed sheets to look at her, bewildered and touched. ]

Really? I mean... I would really like that, if you don't mind. [ It's difficult for Steve to ask for anything for himself, but Darcy offered. He could put them up on the wall in his room, a constant reminder of what he and Bucky had built here. ]

It's a good idea, chronicling our lives here. We never know when we might leave, or forget. [ The calendar might be more for fun and games than anything else, but it has its purpose too. They have to find ways to remember. ]

doop doop late

[suicidemission]

[ He's comin' right for ya, darlin'.

He doesn't know her, and really -- it doesn't matter. He's just here because he's a) bored out of his skull, b) he'd kill to see raleigh freaking becket half naked and c) because he has little to no choice in the matter now.

So. Here he is, Darcy. Put him somewhere. ]

<3

[sorryitasedyou]

[ Oh god. Look, she wasn't exactly used to guys making that direct of a beeline for her. It earns a hot sec of deer in the headlights before easily slipping back into organizer extraordinaire. ]

Hi, you must be Raleigh's friend.

[ Seems like a solid step one, right? ]

Make yourself comfortable. I'm Darcy, by the way.

[ Might as well introduce herself formally before he and Raleigh possibly go through with the half naked party. ]

During set-up (OTA)

[mypartnerintime]

Max is currently struggling with the bane of her photographic existence.

Digital. Cameras.

What the hell is up with all these buttons? She knows pretty much all of them, of course, but at the same time she can't help but give each of them a wary look in turn. Changing ISO settings right in the middle of a photoshoot? Unfair. Holy shit, high dynamic range in camera, not in post-processing? Way too unfair. They might as well have Photoshop built right into your brain.

Not to mention setting up all sorts of flashguns and lighting umbrellas. At some point she starts to admit to herself that she's in over her head, at least partly because every time she tests the linked flashguns, she jumps- out of surprise and fear, if she's being honest with herself. Too many memories of one particular studio, of a flash popping over and over again, of being seated in front of an array of lights and-

Okay, no. Don't think about it. She has a few things set up by the time she needs to sit down for a breather, her chin in her hands. Good thing she called for backup- in particular one staticky-photographer, and one blue-haired punk. She continues to sit, thinking about anything but Arcadia Bay, while waiting.

[rosswood]

Wow, feels good to be doing some actual setting-foot-outside-his-room for once. And some actual face-to-face interaction. You know what, it just feels good to not be holed up with nothing to distract him from but isolation and his own slinking paranoia. He set up a camera feed in his room, just like old times. It's still running now. If anyone's in or out in the meantime, he'll know about it.

Overkill? Maybe. But seeing as he literally died at the hands of a preteen, Alex is of the mind that he's entitled to a little overt suspicion.

He told Max he'd help with setting up, and so he's here. Like hell he's ending up in any kind of calendar front page. Not unless someone's interested in a whole month devoted to snow like a disconnected TV.

Maybe that can be December. Haha. Ha.

"Hey," he says once he locates Max. She seems kind of jumpy, but that could just be him. He hasn't seen her in a while. Not helped by the fact that he doesn't wave but just kind of ends up behind the chair she's sitting in, hands thrust into his pockets

[mypartnerintime]

Of course the studio lights bother her. Of course they do, and she should have thought of it, what she went through isn't something you get over in a month or two, especially when you almost- holy shit- what the fuck Alex!

She was too deep in thought. She jerks in her seat, hand clutching at her heart, and shoots him a confused look. It becomes annoyed a moment later, but she's still too surprised to find the right words. Instead she lets out a huff.

Yeah, totally a good start to their first meeting after quite a few days. She probably should have brought him food more often, but Chloe's arrival had been a bit... distracting.

[mypartnerincrime]

So Chloe receives a text from her best friend, asking her to drop by the first floor because she needs help with some photoshoot thing. Honestly, Chloe isn't that thrilled to be near a camera right now. Not after all the shit that happened, especially that particularly crappy incident inside Nathan's room. Chloe is disgusted by that memory but she does her best to shake it off. "Come on, Chloe," she tells herself. "Nathan isn't here. Nathan isn't here." Chloe is now on the first floor, looking for Room 100. Max needs me right now, Chloe thinks. So I'm going... Even if it means being in some creepy dark room again.

She finally finds the room and takes a peek inside. Max is sitting down, with all those high-tech camera equipment around her. She forces a smile as she approaches her best friend, trying hard not to pay attention at all the stupid flashing lights. She quickens her pace until she's finally in front of Max. Chloe grins even wider and gives a lazy salute. "Hey Super Max. Your faithful sidekick, reporting for duty."

[mypartnerintime]

Max turns in her seat to smile up at the other girl. It's always such a relief to just see Chloe around, especially after those few weeks when she never thought she'd see her best friend again. It brightens her up a lot, gives her the boost she needs to push aside those dark thoughts about Arcadia Bay.

"Hi Chloe!" There was never any doubt that she'd show up, really. Max gestures at all the camera equipment, which she doubts Chloe is too thrilled to be seeing. "I hope you don't mind all the geek props."

It's not that she needs that much help really- that's what Alex was for, and Max knows all this photography stuff by heart- but she needs company. You know, someone who gets it, without Max having to actually talk about the hard stuff out loud.

OTA

[thesamurai]

[What.

Michonne really has no idea what's going on, why she's being summoned or...what this is going to entail. And at first she's going to ignore it. Just stay in her room and keep reading. But then she thinks on it more, thinks about how ridiculous Rick would think it is, gets a little bit of a kick at possibly being on people's walls for at least thirty days, and figures she literally has nothing better to do, and nothing to lose.

So.

Katana on her back (never leave home without it), she makes her way to the first floor and into room 100.]

So. This where I'm supposed to be?

[Does she get clothes with this?]

[mypartnerintime]

[Max opens up the door- the room is all set up by now, and she's kind of proud about how it looks like a professional studio. But when it comes to posing people, well, she kind of hopes they have their own ideas, because she certainly won't be able to come up with anything.]

Hi Michonne! I didn't know you were coming. [She smiles and gestures the woman inside.]

[thesamurai]

I didn't either. I was volunteered for this. Didn't know what to wear or anything, so you've just got me, plus the sword.

[She's game for picture taking, and it's nice to see a familiar face in Max.]

[sorryitasedyou]

Totally right spot, come on in - make yourself comfy.

[ One of those things that Darcy just isn't even phased by anymore: the katana. Seriously, there's some sort of desensitized thing happening. ]

Thanks for coming, the more the merrier. Any idea what month you wanna claim?

[ Also Darcy's totally thinking about Michonne cutting things with said katana in mid-air because that would look awesome. ]

[thesamurai]

December taken?

[It's her birthday month - not that she can remember the last time she celebrated a birthday - and she just sort of gravitates toward it.]

Not picky though, any month is good, I guess. Wasn't really sure what to wear or what to do. Hope this is okay.

[For something she was signed up for and yet is going with because why not?]