#clemfehr

“Ms. Fehr,” he begins carefully, eyes still processing what is displayed in front of him, a vague sense of familiarity in a blue suit and tie, the briefcase that is near, but is ultimately grappling with the answer. “Would you mind elaborating on whom it is that you are meant to portray?”

                 four o’clock plays terribly with his schedule, tal talk usually filming at five, it feels wrong to be away from the studio.  “ -- i’m going to go out on a limb and say we all know how this works?” he says it the same way he would on the set for tal talk, as if he’s speaking to the audience and not the other two Prometheus employees. 

               he’s observing the room, taking note of prize counter, of tickets set on tables, or bits of trash strewn across the floor for realism.  there is a very specific feeling that comes with places like these, the air is sticky, it smells of grease and sweets and sweat,  it carries discomfort, the room radiates with it.

               animatronic stares with unblinking eyes, Taliesin watches it curiously as if it might begin to move on it’s own. he knows not to doubt such an idea, the special effects department is well funded for this sort of occasion. he wonders if there is a camera hidden behind yellowed glass eye, it makes him uneasy, he doesn’t hide it, knows that is what people came for, the shock factor of it all, and while the host still carries himself with respect, he allows a peak behind the curtains, a glimpse of honesty in his usual optimistic facade. taking a steadying breath and adjusting his bowtie, Taliesin turns towards the others. “shall we then?” 

Ms. Fehr

Perhaps it’s those secretive southern roots that makes Fabian prefer the twin of the more feminine kind, or perhaps it’s the fact Fabian hasn’t been scarred by Clementine upon seeing her in tight-fitting shorts unlike another twin they know. Regardless, Ms. Fehr is still not seen in the most flattering light. She is scatterbrained and lacks any drop of severity for any situation she finds herself in, particularly when it concerns his work. She is a strange, young woman and the way Fabian looks at her certainly shows it.

Her outward appearance reminds Fabian of Lady Lilith by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, probably because of the relaxed state the painted woman poses in, acting as if she has no care in the world with her attention focused on the superfluous.

Mr. Fehr

He is a nuisance, a mongrel, and an outright savage. There is nothing else to be said.

To Fabian, his appearance is on par with a neanderthal from the way the stubble grows along his jaw like moss on a rock to the way his body lumbers around, taking injury after injury with a morbid sense of glee.

Me: Aw, man. Clem is such a gem. I wish Fabian saw it. Would love it had Fabian been able to be her fiance, as if it had been a cruel joke created by his family somehow like an arranged marriage because it sounds like something they’d do, thinking it was hilarious. Like imagine Clem being engaged to him over an online chat, where the website was created by his half-sister titled: selling my brother for one cornchip. Ideal. Peak OTP power. Just give me more Clem. I have a working theory that Clem is an alternate reality version of Ingrid, where she kept her niceness but everything else is shaped by a constant use of pot to kill off some braincells and give her this uber chill vibe. The fact she has a twin? Dw about it. That’s Cyrus’ alternate reality self, as well. Their bond is just that unbreakable. But back to seriousness with Clem, love this 70s vibe. The fact that she and Theo are out here to figure out what happened to their sister for kicks? Always makes me see them rolling up in the Mystery Machine, running over a disabled parking sign in their quest for justice, coming out of the van with a joint in one hand and whatever the equivalent to Redbull was in those days in the other. I think it was meth.

Fabian: Fabian’s least favorite thing about Clem is that she has no concept of personal space. He just wants to have privacy, yet here she is on his fire escape! Stalking him! Haunting him! Taunting him! What has he done to deserve this? Why is she determined to befriend him? How has he managed to find himself in the very complex that holds all the demons of Prometheus Productions? It is a living terror every day and every night, and he will know no peace until either they succumb to his views or he does to their wretched ideals. It will be a true test of wills, a tour de force, the battle for the ages! Also, he has 911 on speed dial.