The Interviews.

[gamemakers]

WHO| ALL TRIBUTES
WHAT| Tribute Interviews With Caesar Flickerman!
WHEN| The break between the closing of Arena 02 and the opening of Arena 03
WHERE| A stage set up in the South Wing of the Training Center
NOTES| Interviews are done by district, in descending order (12-1; saving Max for the finale.) Just look for the thread that has been specifically made for you, and show the nation of Panem what a star you are! This is the companion post to last week's backstage post, which should be considered to be taking place at the same time, in-game. There is also an Intermission thread in the middle of all the individual threads, for everyone to tag around in; watch and react and have fun.
MORE NOTES| New tributes (if we get any) will be added as they are accepted.



This is it. Your time to shine.

The red curtain rises and the lights shine bright; warm on your face and halfway blinding. The music plays, blaring in your ears, mingling with the roar of the candy coloured crowd just beyond the stage. You can see your face projected on what seems to be a dozen screens as tall as houses and there's even a small undercurrent in the noise that sounds suspiciously like half a thousand strangers screaming your name.

The stage is simple. Glossy black, reflecting the stage lights and the shine of your shoes. At the center you find two plush red chairs, tall-backed and velvet, but one of them is empty. Waiting for you. In the other sits a man in a midnight blue suit and a straight white grin. His hair is a vivid aquamarine with eyebrows to match, and he stands just as someone backstage queues you to take your step out into the spotlight.

Comments

[c_sec]

He's nervous. Well, anyone would be, right? Surrounded by humans, put on display like some celebrity gladiator-- it's nervewracking. Not to mention he's kind of covered in lights thanks to his stylist. Still, this is what it's all about; show off or die, and Garrus can show off.

'Just imagine you're back on Omega, Vakarian.' Garrus tells himself, taking a deep breath and walking onto the stage. The lights are bright, sure, but Garrus manages to nod at the crowd, giving them a small salute before making his way over to Caesar.

[gamemakers]

"As I live and breathe," Caesar has no fear of this strange 'person' but now shame in showing his awe at his very presence. "Garrus Vakarian. You were missed in Arena 02, but I think I speak for everyone when I say that we are glad to have you back."

Caesar settles into his chair once Garrus is at his seat. "Now, you must forgive me. Clearly, not a local here, where exactly are you from?"

[c_sec]

"Uh, what?" Really? He'd been gone that long? Why didn't anyone tell him anything?

"Uh, I mean, yeah... thanks. Y'know, I prefer being alive, so I guess it's good to be back." Recovering from his slip up, Garrus shifts his weight in his chair, prepping his response with a smirk. He's one of the few aliens here. Gotta milk it for what it's worth. "That's right. I'm from Palaven. It's up in the Apien Crest-- a star system that's pretty much lightyears away from Earth."

[gamemakers]

Caesar laughs amicably, assuming the slip-up is just from a bit of stage-related-jitters.

"Palaven," he repeats, trying the word out on his own. Panem hasn't exactly been quick to boot up the the old space programs of long ago. "How fascinating. A regular ol' space traveler, then."

"I have to say, you were quite the hit when we first caught our glimpse of you. Has it been difficult, dealing with the reactions of others?"

[c_sec]

"You bet. I've been to almost half the systems in the galaxy-- even before I started travelling with Shepard." Might as well embellish what he can. The stuff from Omega might catch a few ears, but playing their game seems like a safer bet.

"Yeah, it's been weird. Back home, or on the Citadel, humans aren't super common. You're more likely to see someone like me than this many of you guys." He scratches his face a bit, going for something a bit sheepish. People relate to that stuff, right? "It was pretty... surprising. Before getting here, I'd never had to explain what a turian was, that's for sure."

[gamemakers]

"Well you seem to be handling things well," Caesar insists. "And by Shepard, you mean the victor of Arena 01, correct?"

There's a story there, Caesar can tell.

"There is a lot to say about a person's circle of friends. I would say a past victor is a good one to have."

[c_sec]

"Yeah, that's right." Hah, he knew Shepard would win. He's definitely proud to know he'd been right. "Shepard was my commanding officer back on the Normandy-- our ship. I've seen her save the galaxy twice, I doubt anything can stop her."

[gamemakers]

He gives an almost-surprised laugh at that, but in the ends, finds himself agreeing with the strange looking 'man.'

"So it would seem," Caesar says. "I hope she's inclined to share a few tricks with you. Though, I don't know how much that goes against rules to be honest. She's a mentor of... District 9 now, is it? Still though, no harm in giving an old friend a few pointers I'm sure. Not that I expect you need much. You scored an 8 during your round with the Gamemakers. Very impressive."

"Not as impressive as life on a spaceship I would imagine. Has any of that been able to translate to life inside the arena?"

[c_sec]

"Thanks." Garrus nods. He supposes an 8 must be pretty high. If it weren't for the whole dextro thing, he'd probably gotten even higher. "I led my own squad for while on a rock called Omega once. Did a lot of good with my own team, too. Took down criminals, that sort of thing."

"But yeah, out in the Terminus Systems there aren't a lot of supply stations around, so you learn to live with what you've got. Otherwise... it's pretty different. For one thing, I'm not used to being stuck without my rifle. A bow and arrow doesn't really compare."

[gamemakers]

"A leader with a noble cause," Caesar picks out what he thinks might be important to accentuate from what Garrus has said.

"And am I to take it that you are a good shot with any of those?"