where: charmont masquerade - pellar when: during curse whomst: everybody n.n
"Yep, just squeeze on in. Big smiles, big smiles! C'mon, big smiles for the paper! Got it!" William chimed above the heads of fellow attendees. He winds the gear on the top of the camera, feeding the belt of film across the camera before lining up another shot of the party-goers. He gives a nod to the little gathering of people he's sequestered for a photo before tucking his camera under his arm, his beady brown eyes watch the crowds, scanning for the perfect impromptu photo op. He had initially traveled down to the celebration to get a few drinks in him, but an interrupting phone call later, his boss made the festivities into an opportunity to get the latest scoop.
Figuring he could just snap a couple pictures, jot down a couple descriptions on the refreshments, give aliases to any interesting company that had a loose lip to potential secrets - William was sure to have an inverted pyramid written up before the night was done. Deciding to take a short respite by the bar, William looked around at the other townsfolk drinking with him. Plenty of them caught William's eye and the glint of his cellulite camera in the dim bar lighting brightening a mischievous idea in his mind.
"The mix any good?" He began to ask the person next to him, offering an innocent smile.












