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Ca-chick! Sure, maybe cameras weren't meant to make that noise. The ones she was used to had been more of a puff of air, a soft click, and then a bright flash of light when the bulb went off. This still had the flash, if it didn't always go, and some option that recorded video. Armed with a new toy she could actually sort-of almost work, Sakura was ready for action.

Which was turning into a day alternating between work and getting around the ship with her camera, taking snapshots of just about any- and everything. She was out by the Great Wall, in the Art Hall, slipping through various parts of the City, and even trying for some reason or another to document the Mess Hall and Medical Labs. Then there was the time she was sitting out by the railroad tracks, waiting for the train to come by, or pacing outside the Atori Teahouse looking for the best angle for a shot of the place.

Beware, crew members, should her path cross with yours, you may be next!

Ca-chick! Flash!

If it's not all that intimidating...

"Not again!"

... Considering she just half-blinded herself after accidentally setting a five second timer and turning the camera around to see why it wasn't taking the picture she was aiming for.

[ ooc: Excuse for photographic and/or video evidence of people running around as children? Say it ain't so, Jack, say it ain't so! I mean, there's lots of other things to photograph as well! ]

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Marco had once again escaped from his mother's watchful eye, and gone roaming around the city. He'd ended up at the park, where he'd climbed up one of the trees. From there he'd had a bird's eye view of Sakura when she blinded herself.

He might be mostly hidden by the tree's leaves, but the giggling he made at Sakura's misfortune would have quickly given him away, if she wasn't already aware of his presence.

Silent observers she didn't much mind, as long as they weren't filled with killing intent or that vaguely shady, stomach churning feature that either meant they were bad news or just a creep. Giggling ones were a different matter altogether. "Oh, so the trees are laughing at me now, are they?" She was blinking away the afterimage burned into her retinas still as she approached the tree, camera in hand.

She looked up, quirking up an eyebrow when she caught sight of Marco. "Nope," she said. "Just a little monkey. Planning on hanging around up there all day?"

"You can't make me come down!" Marco said, poking his tongue out at Sakura. "You're not very good at taking pictures, are you?"

"Don't make any bets on that count, kid." Not that she was moving to scale the tree -- honestly, it'd take one jump to get to approximately where he was. Which could be bad. Not like she wanted to frighten him on accident.

"I'm learning. Think I should practice on you?" She lifted up the camera, pointing it up at Marco. Here's to hoping the delay isn't still happening.

Ca-chick! Flash!

Nope! No delay at all, this time. Just what had she done?!

Marco blinked. "Hey!" he protested. "You're doing it wrong! You're supposed to say 'cheese' first."

Sakura shrugged. "I'm supposed to say that, huh? Guess I need to try again. Cheese!"

And she snapped another photograph, eyes narrowing as she attempted to place who this might be. She thought he sounded familiar, if it was hard to tell with how much people had been changing as they deaged. She made the assumption of deaging from current probability alone.

She didn't know if any kids around his apparent age had been let out of the pods by the ship with any consistency.

"Cheese!" Marco said back, grinning as she took the picture. Then he settled down on one of the branches, danging his legs in the air. "Do you want to hear a joke?" he asked.

"A joke telling monkey? That's a new one. I'm all ears," she said, bringing her camera down to rest against her chest. She had a very strong suspicion she knew who this was.

What, you mean you hadn't recognised Marco already? For shame, Sakura! Clearly Marco needs to remind you with his awesome joke telling skills.

"Knock knock."

He's not nearly sarcastic enough, it's unsettling. It's also largely age related.

Whoops. Also, being unfamiliar with knock knock jokes means Sakura doesn't provide him with the expected, socially polite, Who's there. She instead waits for him to go on.

Marco was silent for a moment, expecting the traditional response. Finally, he got fed up with waiting. "You're meant to say 'who's there'?" he said, scowling.

"I am?" It clicked about then. "You know Marco, if this is another Earth specific thing, I won't know what I'm meant to do. Now that I do, want to try again?"

She shifted one hand to her hip, raising an eyebrow. Go on. Knock.

"Everyone knows Knock Knock jokes," Marco said, rolling his eyes. But he still started the joke again.

"Knock knock."

Brat. "Who's there?" Sakura asked dutifully, waiting for the punchline to this bizarre set-up.

"Wendy!" Marco said.

This probably wasn't what Sakura was expecting.

Sakura blinked. That was it? Another reference she wasn't understanding because she wasn't from Earth? Sounding genuinely confused, she asked, "Wendy who?"

"Wendy the last time you took a bath?" Marco said prompted, before grinning and dissolving into a fit of giggles.

Both her eyebrows shot up before she snorted. Aah, so the whole thing was a set up to word-play. Really bad word-play, but she guessed it was appropriate for his age... and planet. "Ha-ha, I'm sure that's a question you get all the time from your mother."

Marco just poked his tongue out at her again, in a stunning display of maturity.

"Knock knock," he said again. Hey, she'd listened to one joke already! So clearly, this meant he now had to tell another one.

If all he knew were knock knock jokes, she wasn't sure if this was preferable to him at any older age. Possibly it was.

At least she got the Wendy joke, once it was over. "Who's there?"

"Banana", Marco replied promptly.

"Banana who?"

"Knock knock."

He'd just skipped back to the beginning. Sakura's eyes narrowed slightly. "Who's there?"

"Banana!"

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