"Inconsistency is Key---

“a keen observation,” he mutters with a roll of his eyes, though his lips twitch up a little at the corner. while beck has his doubts about the mayor and wouldn’t trust him under almost any circumstance, right now he’s more inclined to believe that lando just hasn’t got enough information. he eyes her with an arched brow before asking, “don’t buy his spiel about being ‘completely open and honest’, huh? what do you think’s going on?”

“He’s probably just worried,” Bri remarked, her eyes flicking towards the person speaking. “I’m sure everything will be fine. I don’t expect him to…to hide anything. He can’t do that right?” Bri usually kept her head in a book. She’d held her head in a book since she was little, and she figured she could do that in the apocalypse as well. Keep the knowledge; that was important right? Worrying about infected humans and apocalyptic situations wasn’t important. To Bri at least.

“…We’re safe here.” But it sounded more like a question.

the comment drew a SNORT from ainsleigh; this girl must be fresh blood if she was able to derive nicety from the speech lando had just given. in the last year, she’d watched the well meaning kindness seep from his eyes, replaced with something a little more primal, more fearful. maybe the general had other people fooled, but ainsleigh wasn’t as stupid as her accent might lead others to believe. it was, however, easier and smarter to let herself be underestimated. “oh, he’s just the PICTURE of hospitality ,” she drawled, the words sounding dry despite her honeyed tone. “ well, you don’t get high in any form of government, no matter how ramshackle without keepin’ a few cards close to your chest. don’t know how many cards he’s got there nowadays, though .”

“  And what do you think our lovely founder is hiding?  ”  Sierra asks, quite curious to hear what theory the other woman had in mind. There’s already enough talk around the outpost that Lando was losing his marbles; so this is only going to escalate that.  “  You think they have one of these monsters locked up somewhere; doing experiments on it? Wouldn’t be too far-fetched if you asked me.  ”

Edmund didnt care for leadership. He never did, even when he was in the military. He knew what he was doing, he knew what he needed to do, and he didnt need some someone, especially a stranger, acting as if they knew what was best for him. This was why he usually avoided places like this…Edmund grumbled softly to himself, having not heard what the woman next to him said as he moved to just leave the space.

Name: Kalissa Evelyn Fray-Hale Age: Twenty Four Gender Identity: Female Former Occupation: COO of Hale Telecommunications Inc. “Hello. Your 48 hour mandatory quarantine is now over. Before letting you into the populace I need you to answer a few questions. Please state your full name, date of birth?”

Kalissa looked over the administrator. The fact that they didn’t know who she was was sad in and of itself, what did they live under a rock or something. Everyone knew who she was. “Kalissa Evelyn Fray-Hale. Born October 29, 1996. Anything else?”

“Thank you. In the last 48 hours have you experienced Infected like symptoms?”

“God of course not. What do you take me for a heartless bitch?” Kalissa shook her head like she thought they were crazy. “Why would I be here, if I was showing signs of being infected. I’m not out to make anyone else sick.” 

“Are there any ailments, disabilities, mental illnesses, or medical conditions that we should be made aware of?”

Wanna talk about getting personal? Shit. “No. No. Yes. No.” She answered, like the question was a damn checklist. When her interviewer raised an eyebrow as if asking for an elaboration, Kalissa sighed. “Manic Depressive Disorder and General Anxiety. And I’ve been told I tend to hide my feelings behind sarcasm but I don’t think that counts as a disorder.” “Can you give us a little background on yourself. Your family life, work ethic. What kind of person are you?”

“I had three siblings. An older brother and a younger brother and sister, they were twins. My parents were happily married. Mom stepped down from COO to focus on the twins, I got the position when I became old enough, cause my brother didn’t want it.” Kalissa sounded almost frustrated. She didn’t want to talk about her family. “I used to watch the gremlins for my parents. I’ve always had a belief that the only job is a job well done. I like to have things done right and done the first time. There is no room for error.” She sighed, “And I don’t know what the hell I am. I’m a person. I like to think I’m a good person. Not everyone feels the same way. It is what it is. I want to help people the best I can.”

“Can you list three skills that you are proficient in?”

“That’s easy. Business management, financial matters, and I also happen to be a decent cook. I was taking college classes before the world fell to shit--- I was getting my degree in english, I was going to go overseas and teach kids in other countries as part of an outreach program my father was developing. I was two weeks away from finishing my masters degree at NYU.” She laughed, “Oh how the tables have so shittily turned on that.”

“Excellent. Now, three skills that you are not proficient in.”

“Ummmm, Housekeeping, Carpentry, and anything that requires fixing honestly. I’m miserable at most home-y things. Kinda a downside of being raised rich. I’ve had people who were paid to do it for me most of my life.” Kalissa shrugged. “I didn’t even know you weren’t supposed to mix bleach and ammonia until my boyfriend told me.”

“Alright, and last question. If you had to, would you be able to kill someone you knew if they became infected?”

“It’d suck. But I’ve seen how this shit plays out. You kill the infected before they can infect you. It’s a mercy.” Kalissa sounded almost sad about the idea. “I could kill if I had to. I used to go hunting with my parents all the time. But I don’t think I could kill someone I know. At least not if I was close to them. That said, I’d let someone else know, someone who’s not so attached. I think having to kill someone I know would break me, and the outpost has no use for someone broken.”

“Thank you, and welcome to Fortuna!”

Sup ya’ll. It’s me, Pika. Here to bring you my actual sad angel. Don’t underestimate her. She’ll kick your ass.