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[myresponsibility]

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[Every once and a while, Peter heads out with his camera and fills a roll of film or two with pictures of the Barge. It's partially because he misses his hobby - he'd done this a lot back home, for the school paper and sometimes for money, and for fun - but also because it sort of feels like he needs a visual record of this place and the people he's met here for when he goes home.

Because he does plan on going home. Just not yet.

So he snaps pictures of the deck, the library, from the roof of the greenhouse, and of the people wandering around on deck, or in the dining hall.

He's not an idiot - there are a couple people he definitely avoids taking pictures of, just in case - but there're definitely times where you might have noticed him taking a couple candids of you and your friends.

After he's got the film, he usually heads to the lab to develop the negatives, which takes forever, even when you've been doing this for years. He's fortunately remembered to paste a knock first sign on the door, but feel free to ignore that and interrupt.]

[Spam for Scott]

[So.

Peter still doesn't feel very good at this - still, it's been forever and he still feels like an awkward asshole who's got no business trying to be anyone's emotional support system - but here he is, and here we are, so it sort of just makes sense that he finds himself wandering by Scott's door and knocking to see how his friend's doing.

Dead ex-girlfriends showing up on board are kind of a weird thing to wind up dealing with, you know?]

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[myresponsibility]

Yeah, I've been stuck here for like, a year without one. How pathetic is that?

[But anyway, catching her with her diary reminded him of something, so he changes topics quickly.] So, weird question, totally random, doesn't have to do with anything, really, but if you left, but your diary stayed behind, would it be weird if people read it to find out what being here was like?

Babs and I were talking about it. Hypothetically, I mean, not like, about yours specifically. That would be weird.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Yeah, it would definitely be weird. [Elena glances down at her diary and smiles.] And possibly a little mortifying.

[She doesn't exactly keep secrets in there that other people don't know about, but it's still a collection of some of her thoughts and feelings she may not necessarily want broadcast to a larger audience.]

[myresponsibility]

Anddd now I owe her money. Probably. I don't actually remember if we actually put money on it?

[Anyway, moving on.]

I don't know, I just thought it'd be interesting, to get like, a record of someone else's experiences here. Might give us an idea of what to look out for. Now I guess I'd just feel like a jerk if I ever find something like that in the library.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena laughs a little and shakes her head.]

It wouldn't make you a jerk. People read diaries of people who went through something all the time or else memoirs wouldn't be a thing.

[myresponsibility]

Yeah, but usually historians ask them first. Or like, their families.

Or they've been gone for so long I guess no one's worried about their ghosts hiring a lawyer or something.

[Peter shrugs somewhat nonchalantly, like hey, do I look like I know the answer to this sort of thing? But his grin kind of wrecks the whole attitude he might have been going for.]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

To be fair, I don't know of many lawyers that'd take a case like 'hey they're reading my diary on a space prison traveling the universe.'

[myresponsibility]

Hey look, the only lawyer we've got on board is literally certifiable, so.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

True, [Elena concedes with a laugh.] But I don't know if there's a court for something like this.