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A tag which I thought looked interesting at the time to do with characters... so that's what I'm going to do.

*nabs Jedediah Crayes* *wonders if I should grab somebody to keep him toned down* *grabs Fiona and Marcus Segelas instead*

All right, y'all. You know the drill.

Marcus: I don't. What is this? What's going on?

Jedediah Crayes: *darkly* It's called an interview. Where you answer prying, pernicious, pestiferous questions of all outrageous stripes until the author with an unwonted manifestation of mercy releases you.

Marcus: *rubs hands together* Prying questions, eh? Sounds suspicious to me.

Jedediah Crayes: *still more darkly* That's right. It's worse than taxes.

Marcus: There's a nefarious conspiracy behind it all! I can all but smell it.

Jedediah Crayes: The Illuminati. Or some murderous gang of werevultures. *pauses* Probably both.

Marcus: Oh, definitely both.

Fiona: Marcus, stop being absurd. All they want is to ask a few questions, and I'm sure there's a good reason.

Marcus: Can't we go on? This is fun.

Suppose we actually get into the questions. First off, do you have a crush?

Marcus: *starts laughing* *shoots looks at Fiona* *whispers* Fred...

Fiona: *slowly blushing* I wouldn't call it a crush... more of deep, abiding love. Fred and I will be married soon, after all.

Jedediah Crayes: *looks totally bored* I know nothing of these people. And the answer is no, as always.

Marcus: No for me, too. So far siblings are a vastly superior substitute for romance, especially when said siblings get tangled in romance themselves.

Yes, we know. Middle name?

Jedediah Crayes: NONE! Is it a law in whatever stupid universe these interviews came out of that someone has to have a middle name?

Marcus: George.

Fiona: *hesitates* These do seem rather nosy.... Cressida.

It's all right, Fiona. Thank you. Height?

Fiona: Are you sure... quite sure... that these are all right? I try to keep personal information off the Internet...

Fiona, dear, I promise that no-one who happens to read this will ever be able to find you and/or harass you in any way. It's simply impossible.

Fiona: *is clearly uncomfortable but concedes* I'm 5'6.

Marcus: Just tall enough to tuck your shoulder right under Fred's. Can he use your head as a chin-rest?

Fiona: *eyes snap just a little* Marcus! How dare you!

Jedediah Crayes: *yawns* Six feet. I think I've done all these questions before. Anything new?

I don't think any of you have had this next one. Shoe size?

Jedediah Crayes: *splutters* Now that's getting REALLY private.

Fiona: *obediently* I'm a seven and a half, most of the time.

I'll skip you boys since I don't want to try figuring that out right now. *looks at next question* Er... last time you cried?

Jedediah Crayes: *mouth opens* *mouth closes* I don't just... go around crying. And if I did, which I never do, I'm definitely not TALKING ABOUT IT TO ANYBODY!

Fiona: Do I have to? I... it wasn't anything important... it was really terribly unimportant. I don't even know why I was crying...

Marcus: Well, I hate to admit it, but I fell out of a tree last month and I may have shed a few unmanly tears of pain.

No, you don't have to, Fiona. *sympathetic pat* The struggles of being a female. Next question is: biggest fear?

Fiona: Talking to people I don't know.

Jedediah Crayes: *scratches head* I don't know of many things I dread. Except... trying to get ahold of Berethar via phone or email. And interviews. And Coerath.

Marcus: Is Coerath a noun or a verb?

Jedediah Crayes: What is it to you, you little squirt?

Coerath is a person. Marcus, suppose you tell us your biggest fear.

Marcus: I... I think it would be losing people. I don't want to be lost or lose anybody. I really hated malls when I was little.

*restrains self from hugging Marcus* Last song you listened to?

Marcus: *perks up* "Seven Seasons of Erahar" album by Legea Queens.

Jedediah Crayes: *scoffs* Erahar has seven seasons, all right. Cold, slightly less cold, almost shirt-sleeve weather, slightly more cold, frigid, and death.

Marcus: *scowls the littlest bit* You're thinking of the Lands of Frost, not Erahar.

Jedediah Crayes: I know what I'm thinking of! Don't talk to me. Last I listened to... oh, drat, I have the radio on all the time in the car and I never know what it's playing. Probably "Unrequited Love of a Glumintorian". That abominable piece of trash has been all over the waves these days. Practically viral. This generation doesn't know good music.

Fiona: I had a collection of Eraharian lullabies playing on CD yesterday while I made bread.

*recollects self from thinking about how adorable Marcus looks when he's pouting* Last person you texted?

Fiona: I don't have a phone. I use Peony's when I need one.

Jedediah Crayes: Coerath definitely. He's haranguing me for my late attendance to the last LA meeting.

Marcus: *hunts around for his phone* Was it Legola Stafford? It might have been Legola... no, was it Haerin? Or Braegon? Might have been Braegon... oh look, it was. And he actually answered me! It usually takes twelve hours or more to get a response from him. Hang on, let me...

*swipes phone* No texting during the interview.

Marcus: *holds out hands pleadingly* Can I have that back?

Here. But like I said, no texting or I'll confiscate it till the interview's over. You have only one more question anyway. Favorite app?

Jedediah Crayes: Legean Association Hangouts. Well, not really. I prefer stalking important political figures on Facebook and reporting YouTube videos.

Fiona: Well, as I said I don't have a phone.

Marcus: I can't pick.

I guess we're done then! This was a lot of fun. Y'all can go.

Jedediah Crayes: *stalks off*

Marcus: *dashes after him, chattering about conspiracy theories*

Fiona: Marcus! Marcus, come back and stop bothering him!

Hehe. *curtain*