Lydia Deetz (
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[Log] My life is a dark room...one big, dark, room.
Who: Lydia Deetz
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Where: Aquares Ixen, House B-13
When: Month of June
What: Lydia's turning the basement into a dark-room, and hunting for supplies.
Warnings: None yet?
Lydia had planned for a while to adapt the basement into a dark room, but with the murders happening (and her offer to help by photographing scenes if needed) meant she was finally moving to look into it. As in, find chemicals and things she could use to develop her film, as well as the supplies for a dark-room. Glad now that she'd learned to do it herself, as none of the convenient pre-mixed blends of developing fluid and rinse were available.
Not that there was much time before the 'curfew', but Lydia was making the most of her time after school. Out on her bicycle shopping, or sending BP on errands. Definitely a month-long project.
Sorry housemates in B13, Lydia is cleaning out the last of anything Henry had left (after working with Nanami before to clear out the dangerous stuff). She's also taking down tables, and installing some long lines to hang photos from, and playing around with lighting. Sorry for the noise, but the curfew is at least giving her a lot of time to spend at home.
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Where: Aquares Ixen, House B-13
When: Month of June
What: Lydia's turning the basement into a dark-room, and hunting for supplies.
Warnings: None yet?
Lydia had planned for a while to adapt the basement into a dark room, but with the murders happening (and her offer to help by photographing scenes if needed) meant she was finally moving to look into it. As in, find chemicals and things she could use to develop her film, as well as the supplies for a dark-room. Glad now that she'd learned to do it herself, as none of the convenient pre-mixed blends of developing fluid and rinse were available.
Not that there was much time before the 'curfew', but Lydia was making the most of her time after school. Out on her bicycle shopping, or sending BP on errands. Definitely a month-long project.
Sorry housemates in B13, Lydia is cleaning out the last of anything Henry had left (after working with Nanami before to clear out the dangerous stuff). She's also taking down tables, and installing some long lines to hang photos from, and playing around with lighting. Sorry for the noise, but the curfew is at least giving her a lot of time to spend at home.
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"But why does it need a special room?"
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"Basically the film when you get it, is in little rolls and you load those into the camera. Inside that roll is what will be negatives. Camera's work by use of light and contrast. If you ever look at a negative, it's like a really dark brown opposite-colored picture of whatever you took. It's also really small. To get actual photographs as we know from it, you need to have special chemicals and tools to help copy and reverse these images, and make them larger, and it has to be done without bright lights or the images will fade. A dark-room can be made entirely dark, although a red-light is often used as it doesn't affect things the same way."
Not entirely accurate, but hopefully accurate enough.
"Basically if I took my film, and exposed it in a normal room, it would just turn entirely white and I'd have no picture."
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"What about here? Haven't you found anything you enjoy doing for fun here?" Lydia really wasn't trying to judge. On reflection, it was kind of sad if Nanami hadn't--had she ever bothered to form her own identity before?
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Well, ok--maybe a little. When she thought about the times Claire just got to her, and she did stupid things like invite everyone to a Halloween party she wasn't supposed to have. That her mother insisted on making her a costume for--where Lydia would be embarrassed forever.
Okay, so she did get it a bit. Being the 'weird' kid for your interests was one thing. Being the weird kid and outcast because your mother thought you were five, was just humiliating.
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It was clear Lydia was saving herself from going on, but that she was passionate about her hobby.