Interviews! [closed]

[a_minute_younger]

WHO| Gary Epps and his interviewers (Albert Wesker, China Sorrows, Sigma Klim, and Jane Shepard)
WHAT| Gary petitions for citizenship, is interviewed by people who may or may not have the best opinion of him for the process. This should be fun!
WHEN| The weekend before the Arena 14 Crowning
WHERE| About!
WARNINGS| Discussion of various deathgames things, maybe

It figures, Gary realizes, that there would be more hoops to jump through after he finally got up the nerve to fill out those forms for naturalization. Never mind that the forms themselves were nigh painless and this next step is hardly extensive enough to constitute a significant 'hoop,' it's still bureaucracy, that nebulous concept that Gary is vaguely aware of and wants nothing to do with. Or something like that. There are signatures and meetings involved, it makes him anxious.

To that end, Gary tries to make this whole interviewing process as natural for him as possible. Because he really shouldn't be worried, should he? He's done plenty of interviews before, stood in front of hundreds of people flocked to his spontaneous roadside concerts, entertained incoherently excited fangirls while he gave autographs...selling to four schmucks how great he is really should not be an issue for him. This is what he keeps telling himself. He doesn't need to dress up or prepare; Gary sets out on the weekend after he gets his interview notice for a casual walk around the Capitol. Not a mission. A walk. Or a jog, maybe, it really depends on his mood. He takes the stairs from the District 11 suites and lingers around the main Training Center, pokes his head into many of the common Tribute haunts around the downtown area, makes a casual pass at Sigma's residence. If he runs into someone on his list, then that's when they'll have the interview. No questions. Immediately Gary flags them down with a wave (or introduces himself with a wave, if he's forced to knock on some doors) and a pleasant, chipper greeting.

"Hey! I need to talk to you for a thing?"

They...they got memos too, right? Probably. Gary's just not going to worry about that.

Comments

[president_evil]

For what everyone believed Wesker to be, all that he actually was, in that moment, he might have been a doting parent - all but patting Gary's hand reassuringly.

Nodding yes, he spoke slowly and carefully, giving the young man all the time in the world to follow along.

"You understand what the Arenas are, and what the Games represent, and you will be able to serve that history through your - music."

It pained him to call it that, but he endured.

[a_minute_younger]

"Uh--yeah!" Gary keeps nodding, more emphatically this time. The pause and intentionally slow explanation are both signals that he completely misses. It's a bit of a theme of his, this selective attention--simultaneously one of his worst and yet most useful traits. "Loyalty and honor for Districts and all that jazz, I got that. That's--" he brightens with sudden inspiration, "--that's what my music's for, too! Loyalty to the Capitol by continuing to perform for it, honor for all the Districts in their themes and messages. Totally works."

He leans back and balances on the hindmost legs of his chair, looking quite pleased with himself.

[president_evil]

It was a herculean effort of patience, but even the dimmest mice could eventually get through the maze with enough cheese. Wesker exhaled a long breath through his nose and clicked his pen, shifting to make notes on the pages before him.

"Good," he says, as if he'd expected there might be some other option. "I assume that will be your foremost employment? Entertainer?" The pen paused. Red and gold eyes flicked above the sunglasses to glance at Gary. "Unless you've a day job in mind as well?"