[Discord will find himself, as expected, in one of the photo dungeons but if it's set up for a photo shoot, this certainly is a strange one. There are lights, of course, back in the corners on either side of the door, illuminating a variety of objects around the room.
There are some porcelain statues of varying sizes and glass vases, most on pedestals all at about waist height and one perched on a small table. There's a cart full of a variety of fine-bone china dishes of varying sizes, a tea pot or two, heck, maybe even a soup tureen. There's a very old-looking, worn out record player, an old computer monitor even more outdated than the ones in the computer lab and, finally, a smattering of glass animals.
In the middle of the room, next to the cart, stands Salieri, idly and slowly spinning a small china saucer between his hands]
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There are some porcelain statues of varying sizes and glass vases, most on pedestals all at about waist height and one perched on a small table. There's a cart full of a variety of fine-bone china dishes of varying sizes, a tea pot or two, heck, maybe even a soup tureen. There's a very old-looking, worn out record player, an old computer monitor even more outdated than the ones in the computer lab and, finally, a smattering of glass animals.
In the middle of the room, next to the cart, stands Salieri, idly and slowly spinning a small china saucer between his hands]