player plot: we'll put on a show (part 1?)

[altusimperius]

WHO: Everyone (EVERYONE)
WHAT: interviews for the dramatic rendition of Riftwatch’s glorious tale
WHEN: late Wintermarch/early Guardian
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: A follow-up to this post. (big ups to Cass & Lana for helping me come up with questions)

On one auspicious day, in the very early morning, the first ferry brings to Riftwatch four tablet-and-charcoal bearing scribes in the unmistakably gaudy finery marking them as employees of Val Royeaux’s foremost playwright, André L’Euilled Ouebbre. They set about their task at once, leaving no stone unturned and no member of Riftwatch un-interviewed, even if this means following them into the baths, standing outside the lavatory, shouting at an office door, or trotting up many flights of stairs.

They can, of course, be forcibly removed under the right circumstances, but the repercussions of doing this may be undesirable. Who can say.

[While filling out the following questionnaire, please place an asterisk beside any answers on which you would like to elaborate further, in which case you will be assigned a scribe to tag out the resulting conversation.

In the subject line, you can either select one of the following or say ‘random’ to be assigned someone via RNG:

Jean Evain, a middle-aged Orlesian who carries snacks with him to entice his subjects to stop and chat longer; however, they will find that these snacks are way too spicy,

Eileen Marrow, a serious and hard-boiled war reporter who seems rather incongruously matched with this set, but is nonetheless here to get the facts at any cost,

Thibault Gérin, a straight-faced young fellow who takes copious notes in magnificent penmanship, who listens with rapt intent but somehow seems incapable of taking away the correct message,

and

Louis Boucher, a fast-talking and bright-eyed man with an avid interest in his subjects and a talent for twisting their words into whatever he finds more interesting in the moment.


All data will be taken into account, and there will be a follow-up post/announcement/plot sometime in the future after the play is written and the PR reckoning is at hand.


And now, without further ado, the questionnaire (please answer as though your character is being interviewed in person):

<b>1. How long have you been with Riftwatch?</b> <b>2. What is the most dramatic thing that has ever happened to Riftwatch?</b> <b>3. What is Riftwatch's greatest triumph?</b> <b>4. What should be the play’s genre?</b> <b>5. If you had to pick a protagonist, or main character, from Riftwatch’s ranks, who would it be? (You can nominate yourself, or someone who isn’t here anymore.) Why?</b> <b>6. Who is the villain?</b> <b>7. How about comic relief?</b> <b>8. Any other notable characters among the people you know or have known?</b> <b>9. Have there been any great romances in Riftwatch?</b> <b>10. Great tragedies?</b> <b>11. If an actor should portray you in the production, what is most important for them to get right?</b> <b>12. If one person in Riftwatch were to have a cameo in the play who should it be?</b> <b>13. Do you have any great song ideas?</b> <b>14. How do you think the story should end?</b> <b>15. Any other comments?</b>

Comments

[heirring]

[Twenty—]

Anyone of particular significance? To you, I mean.

[laruetheday]

Oh, um, Ellis, I guess? Abby?

[heirring]

[Given the pause to rifle back through his notes—]

The Warden and one of the other rifters. [Got it.] Do you know how they were killed?

[laruetheday]

No. I didn't see.

[heirring]

Was there anyone whose death you did see?

[laruetheday]

Just, um. Civilians.

[heirring]

Women and children, I suppose? That's terrible.

[To his credit, it seems as if Evain is genuine in this assessment. It is, in fact, devastating.

So devastating actually that here he pauses writing for a moment to produce a small wax paper packet from his pocket. Crinkling it open reveals a series of faintly red powdery candies. He offers one of Clarisse while asking—]

Would you say that was the first time you witnessed the horrors of war up close?

[laruetheday]

[ She gives him a gesture somewhere in between a shrug and a nod, and takes one of the candies. Yeah, women and kids died. Old people. People who couldn't get away. ]

No. I've fought in other wars before, back home. And I was at Starkhaven.