[ At some point, Frederick goes from pushing fluttering pieces of paper away from his face to handing them out to various passersby, becoming a pseudo-assistant to the photographic bots that hover in the air. It seems kinder to return a precious photograph that might hold sentimental value to someone, not to mention that the sight of so many errant pictures scattered on the ground are enough to push Frederick's neatfreak tendencies into overdrive.
Someone needs to clean up this mess. It may as well be him.
So he stands, arms overflowing with photos of men, women, animals, locations, and tries valiantly to return photo to owner to the best of his ability. It doesn't go well - for one, many of those passing through simply don't care, and for another, there are enough people that matching photo to person in the two seconds allotted is a daunting - if not impossible - task.
But still he tries.
He tries now, scooping up a newly printed set of photos and rushing over to the older gentleman that's just strolled by. ]
Beg pardon, but might these belong to you?
[ Please say yes, his arms really can't hold any more pictures. ]
JVJ
Someone needs to clean up this mess. It may as well be him.
So he stands, arms overflowing with photos of men, women, animals, locations, and tries valiantly to return photo to owner to the best of his ability. It doesn't go well - for one, many of those passing through simply don't care, and for another, there are enough people that matching photo to person in the two seconds allotted is a daunting - if not impossible - task.
But still he tries.
He tries now, scooping up a newly printed set of photos and rushing over to the older gentleman that's just strolled by. ]
Beg pardon, but might these belong to you?
[ Please say yes, his arms really can't hold any more pictures. ]