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It had certainly not been there before. Apparently overnight, a photobooth appeared just inside one of the local grocery stores, off to one side where normally a coinstar would have been. No employee asked seemed to think it was out of the normal and otherwise doesn't care.

When investigated, it doesn't seem to take any money but it obviously prints out pictures. Sometimes only one, sometimes the strips of multiples. Up to three people seem to fit in it comfortably (though small animals don't seem to count in that maximum).

It also doesn't warn you when it's about to take a picture so sometimes they turn out completely unflattering or you get a picture of someone's elbow. It will only capture someone's face once - and it seems to be able to distinguish between people who look identical.

But hey. Free pictures, right?

It's Destiny

Shiloh had his mind set on the teddy grahams. Nothing would be better than a bunch of sweet, delicious, mind numblingly amazing bear shaped cookies. When Jamie went to side track him from his very important quest, he was almost distraught. Why would Jamie want to do this? What could possibly be more important than snacks.

His answer came in the form of an inconspicuous (see: conspicuous) looking photo booth. Jamie was unfortunately enraptured in the idea of having some silly pictures, and not at all enraptured with the promise of goldfish. Now, it wasn't like they wouldn't go on to get these things, but they could be getting these things quicker. It wasn't so.

"You sure you have enough?" He said slyly, but the machine turned out to be free which was really weird. He had the same inkling of it being promotional, maybe, but who knew? Jamie was smiling and he knew he was trapped. Sure he could say no, but that would make him a jerk. Plus it seemed fun. Maybe. He'd be more into it if he had his groceries, but he supposed stopping on the way back would be out of the question. The chocolate milk would get gross.

"I guess, I guess." He laughed and rolled his eyes in a semi sarcastic sort of way. "C'mon, I wanna make sure we can snag all the coupon deals before the jerk-a** housewives get to 'em." Like he'd let them buy up all the porkchops again, assholes.

Over Exposure

"Hey, Jordan." Horace pointed to the photo booth. They'd come here to pick up some kind of special coffee - he'd heard rumors they stocked good stuff here and dragged Jordan out. Luckily the place wasn't too crowded or he'd have left long ago. Horace was pretty shitty in crowds.

However, right now, he simply looked at the booth, fascinated. "C'mon, let's do this." Swallowing nervously, he held out his hand. "Exposure therapy?"

Over Exposure

His fingers closed around Jordan's and they squeezed into the booth. "Don't hate me if I accidentally shock you, okay?" His smiled was a little sheepish. He poked at the keys a bit. Then he pulled his shirt straighter. The booth wasn't a tight fit, necessarily, but it was enclosed.

"Get the coffee beans in the picture. Mom, Dad, and the bouncing coffee baby." Maybe they should 'Simba' the coffee, he thought, feeling very silly.

My Treat

"I'm a pretty OK chef sometimes." Cass said, not revealing her true thoughts on the matter as she walked into the store. She'd been planning to empty out her pockets of some change (because it seemed like even when she didn't handle money she seemed to accrue like 5 dollars in quarters within a few days) into the Coinstar so she could just pay for a few basic things with it.

Because dammit, she'd insisted she was going to make dessert for their dinner not-date that evening.

What she'd found, however...

"Okay Marcus. The Coinstar is gone..this..." she motioned to the photobooth. "I can't put my money in this."

Over Exposure

Jordan made an undignified squeaking noise and prodded Horace's shoulder gently. "Hey, not fair, I can't retaliate."

"We're modern, equal parents, yeah," he agreed. "Hmmm. Brewster? Lottie? Hey, it's got one thing in common with a baby, it prevents sleep."

Over Exposure

"Brewster sounds like a dog." He huffed out a laugh. "And you can poke me, if you warn me - unless you want to get shocked." Sometimes, even with warnings, there were little shocks here and there. Horace would forever tell people it was on account of his 'electric personality', which poor Jordan had likely already heard more than once.

He patted the top of the bag. "I like Lottie, though. I feel like I can love our baby a lottie. Especially when it wakes me up when I need it."

It's Destiny

While there was no button, the machine seemed to just decide on its own when the time was right for a picture. It whrrrd after a minute and spewed out a picture. A little strange in some places but probably worth scrapbooking