RP Aspiring Candidates Found

[illirica]

Jamie might have tried to continue the conversation she was in, but she was distracted by the arrival of a young man in an outfit that left... quite a lot to the imagination. She had always wondered why that phrase usually went the other way. Maybe people just didn't have very good imaginations? Jamie had a great imagination. As it were. Also this was definitely not the time for that sort of thing, and fortunately she wasn't obligated to comment because someone else answered his question first, and also the other doors opened and revealed the people who were probably in charge of this, as much as anyone could be in charge of anything around here.

Isaac Cotta. Mr. Security Guy, given the armor and the weapons. Interesting contrast between him and the guy in just the apron, enough to make Jamie kind of curious about what he was like out of the armor, which led to the question of whether he was one of those guys who was pretty much always in armor, which led to the questions of: did he sleep in it? and how did he take a shower? and what happened if he was eating soup and spilled some of it inside the chest piece, did he have secondary armor to wear while it was being cleaned, and how did you get soup out of armor, actually?

This was, perhaps, too many questions.

Next speaker: Hope Phillips, Secretary of Secretaries. Jamie did not discount the power of a secretary. There were probably reasons that a lot of governments used that as a title for important positions, and it often had something to do with the idea that the person who held the papers held the power. History could be made but it could also be written, and those accounts didn't always have to match up. Apparently Jamie was going to be talking to her, along with another young man (not the naked one) and the mechanical maker. That was an interesting group. She took a moment to look at the other young man, mostly because he was one of the few people here who wasn't acting extremely weird, which quite possibly meant that he definitely was, but the question was how? Jamie debated going over to him and just asking how are you weird?? but that was probably not polite. Maybe Hope would ask him in the interview.

And lastly, Cody Redd, Dr. Whys Guy, apparent vendor of scientific puns. Jamie contemplated his shirt for a while, wondering mostly why chemistry? There was the whole periodic table, which was the reference - she should probably get over the habit of explaining the joke, even if she was explaining it to herself in her head - but also, why not physics? Why not focus less on recurrence of the elements and more on oscillation? Or did he have a similar one that he wore in April announcing the arrival of F=kx? Or something about a pendulum, except she wasn't quite sure how to work that one into a pun except maybe something to do with Poe, and-

Isaac asked if they had any questions. Oh boy, did she ever.

Most of them she probably shouldn't ask. Probably best not to answer, then, or at least not directly.

There was the one, though:

"Does the foundation guarantee and stand responsible for my safety, sanity and autonomy for the duration of this interview?"

Given what Jamie knew about the Foundation, it was entirely possible something like that could happen after she signed on, but at least for the time being, she didn't want a whole hey, you're the one who came inside, that means I get to do what I like situation going on. Better to get that stated up front and verbally acknowledged. That way, if anything happened like taking away her free will or trapping her in a magic circle for seven thousand years... well, at least her relatives would have recourse to come visit retribution on the ACF.

They'd probably be thrilled.

 

[Drake]

"No, no. I am indeed not from the United States. I was born in Hokaido, in Japan, spent a great deal of my life there." Goro smiled at Jamie, offering a friendly demeanor in front of the merciless barrage of questions that were certainly forming within her mind. It was easier to have these types focus when they calmed down and let the anxiety and doubts plaguing their minds to settle, showing that they had all the time and all your interest often made them feel safe, like they could actually speak their mind rather than keep it under curtains. Managing that always fell onto the other party, and as seasones as he had been with the many different types of people, it didn't mean it was any easier.

He would at least try, however. It never hurt to be civil and polite.

Not that he had any time for further chatting, as soon as a fellow countryman of his announced hus extremely polite presence, and the almost late entree eased his way into the conversation by realizing he was not truly late, three more figures entered the small gathering area. Not applicants, however, one could tell by the attire of Mr. Cotta alone, but their actual interviewers.

The soldier stood in attention, almost like his captain had just come through the barracks to divulge new orders.

They had all been selected, thankfully, yet not necessarily for their preferred position. Mr. Cotta, Mr. Redd and Ms. Phillips made it abundantly clear they were to be given average personnel rights, be it equipment or a roof, but the interviews were the true test to see where any of them fit. Goro's heart skipped a beat or two. There were few things that truly got to him, nerves for an interview weren't one of them, but the concept of not getting a position out in the field? Being confined to a laboratory setting running experiments within the same walls day after day? The monotony of a sheltered routine terrified him.

Grounding the pilot, sometimes it could be a fate worse than death, especially when the answers he craved were not within the tip of a needle, but the depths of the world.

Mr. Cotta was the one who would be conducting his interview, and the pairing with Cammie certainly put his mind at ease, he knew he wouldn't be the only one with lots of questions, and there would probably be some answers he didn't even believe he could have wanted that Jamie would seek out regardless. For now, he decided to swallow his uneasiness, and just accompany the flow until second orders.

 

[annasiel]

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The conversation had concluded - one might say unnaturally, with dear Pepper moving on to meet another newcomer's question, but what here ever was natural? No, one had to embrace the unexpected and thrive in the chaos. Speaking of -

The three who were to be seeing them stepped inside, and Hope's attention fell imminently and utterly on them. An armed man in front, completely encased in paneled armor in a way that seemed as uncomfortable as it was bland. A woman, simply styled, but with a suit that shouted louder than her quiet features would suggest. And another man, unkempt, dark circles under his eyes, dressed by far the worst out of anyone else in the room, outfit a mix of stains and frays. If she could smile, she would have.

"Hello -- hello -- hello, " she said, stepping forward and stooping her head in a greeting. She did not ask a question - she did not have any. Instead, she merely presented the wonton mug out to the tired-looking man like a block of gift gold for a king. "This suits you more -- than it does most. A tragedy."

And then, without explanation or context more, she folded all six hands, moving to stand demurely beside Hope in quiet anticipation.

 

[Pepper Krasniqi]

The entrance of the management team immediately drew Pepper’s attention from the young man without clothing. She looked them over in order of entrance. First, Agent Cotta, who she faintly recognized from her various deliveries, the same with Secretary Phillips– and then he walked in, and her breath caught in her chest for just a minute. She knew he was going to be here. She knew she was most likely being interviewed by him. But any time she saw Cody, she had the same reaction. Like violins were swelling to a crescendo in her chest, which was too tight for their music.

She closed her eyes for a moment, hoping no one would notice as she counted to three and took a breath. She focused her gaze anywhere else– the floor, everyone’s shoes, the backs of people’s heads– as she stepped forward a bit toward Cody. Dr. Redd, at least for this interview. She needed to show a degree of professionalism unless he told her otherwise.

She looked over the others and paused internally as she looked over at the guy who lacked clothes once more. Everyone else, aside from the redhead, had introduced themselves. Cammie was a girl’s name, which meant she was likely Cammie. That meant he must be Sig. No wonder they were going by the dorms first.

Unfortunately, her thoughts got in the way of her spatial awareness as she walked, and she tuned back in two steps away from walking right into Cody.

She slammed on the brakes and almost tipped forward into him as she blushed and looked up at him. “Oh, gosh, I’m sorry, Dr. Redd. I got lost in thought there.”

She stepped back away from him a pace or two and looked down, slightly embarrassed by her lack of awareness. It wasn’t the first time she had spaced out while walking in front of him, lost in thought as she normally became. Pepper often got stuck in her head, especially when trying to piece things together. He had been there the day that Kallie had asked her to solve a particular containment problem. He already knew this was common thinking behavior for her.

Still, she had done it in front of Secretary Phillips and Agent Cotta too. And that was by far more embarrassing as a preinterview behavior.