edel

[projectiapetus]

Intake Interview: Armagenesis

A man telescopes his hand towards you. Whether or not you accept, he sweeps into introductions.

"Howdy, partner! "I'm your DR-- HAHA, notta 'doctor', mind you, but your department rep. My friends call me John."

Are you friends? Seems like it's up to you to take him up on the offer.

"I got just a few items here on the agenda we needs sortin' out. Should hardly take much of your time at all..."

"What's your favorite song? I love a bit of Sinatra-- AHEM-- 'I did it myyyy wayyyy~'."

"Do ya wish you could be shorter or taller? I'm just an inch shy of 7-feet-round, 'n that one number off bothers the hell outta me, y'know?"

"Gimme one accommodation you jus' can't do without. Fancy bidet? Snack bar? Don't be shy, dream big for me, pal!"

[edelweissedelweisss]

Edelweiss' handshake is firm and just a second too long. Her release is like a dog giving up a ball.

1. "What's your favorite song? I love a bit of Sinatra-- AHEM-- 'I did it myyyy wayyyy~'." 

"The Entertainer by Scott Joplin." She responds without hesitation, her song choice contrarily jolly to her calm and cool demeanor. Edel does not smile, nor show any indication that the song brings her joy, though it does. She even refrains from wincing at Johann's Sinatra rendition, either too polite or too oblivious to bother.

2. "Do ya wish you could be shorter or taller? I'm just an inch shy of 7-feet-round, 'n that one number off bothers the hell outta me, y'know?"

Her pale gaze falls to her feet, as though she has never considered her own height before. 

"No. I am just the right size," she says after a moment's pondering. This is simply how she was meant to be. She had been smaller before, years gone by — no, this is as big as she was meant to be. She stopped growing, right here, just right.

3. "Gimme one accommodation you jus' can't do without. Fancy bidet? Snack bar? Don't be shy, dream big for me, pal!"

Now, this question is met with silence. It soon becomes clear Edel is considering it, and considering it seriously. 

"A workshop." She looks up. 

"A studio. A place to create. So I can sculpt and build." Pause.

"Toys. Like my father. Is that what you mean?" She blinks once. 

"I suppose a bidet is fine."