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PRE-INTERVIEW SCREENING

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NAME: Herrera Plexle
PRONOUNS: They/It/Whatever
AGE: 27
HEIGHT: 6'10"
SPECIES (approx.): Concept
MORPH (approx.): Lagonata variant, Smoke motif
POSITION APPLIED FOR: UMIRA Agent
ASSIGNMENT/FIELD: TBD

1. Are you familiar with scraps?    [X] YES    [ ] NO
2. Are you comfortable working with/near scraps?    [X] YES    [ ] NO
3. Can you see scraps?    [ ] YES    [ ] NO    [X] YES, BY USING TOOLS (such as specialized goggles, glasses, etc.)
4. Can you touch, interact with, and/or use scraps?    [X] YES    [ ] NO    [ ] YES, BY USING TOOLS (such as specialized gloves, etc.)
5. If you answered no to either of the previous questions, would you be comfortable using such tools to see/interact with scraps?    [ ] YES    [ ] NO

6. What are your thoughts on scrap ghosts? 
They're curious occurrences, deeply fascinating phenomena. Can range from tragic souls, to obnoxious pests, to interesting conversation partners. I find them to be kindred spirits to me.

7. What are your thoughts on cryptids and other extranormal creatures/entities? 
The real ones are probably better left alone, though most are probably just stories. I've also been asked if I was one.



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8. Have you had any extranormal experiences?    [X] YES    [ ] NO
9. If yes, briefly list any extranormal experiences you may have had:
You will have more time to elaborate during the interview, if need be.
- Had a brief run in with the Plaza-native cryptid Big Summit. It was an unpleasant experience to say the least.
- I bought a vase on the internet. It was haunted, unfortunately.
- My father was a fisherman, sometimes he caught things that weren't fish.


Skills and/or Abilities:
- I can manipulate smoke, and fire to a lesser degree.
- I've also been practicing with metal/magnetics scraps, but I'm very new to 'em, so I can't do much yet. I'll get there, though.
- Been messing with getting a proxy going, but I haven't really worked out what it does yet; planning to ASAP. I did give it a name, at least: Springtide Jurisdiction. Yes, it's very cool, thank you.
- Automobile and Home Repair. That was my last job before this. 
- I'm a good climber and I have a lot of stamina for distance running. 
- Also, I'm cool under pressure. And I can skate.

Likes: 
The Paranormal, Summer, Nature, Rain, Fishing, Architecture, Honey sticks, Big Burgers, Stir Fry (esp vegetables), Sushi

Dislikes:
Multigrain Pasta, Zippers, Cheap Plastic, Chalk, Harsh Lighting, Boats

Hobbies: 
Short Scary Stories (reading and writing), Camping, Skating, Fishing, Sewing, Scrap Harvesting

Fears:
Big Summit, Cultists, the Ocean, Depths

Please return to the front desk when you have finished.

You look the form over one last time.
Yep, think I'm satisfied with that.
Let's do this.



You saunter back over to the reception desk and proudly hand over your work, along with the pen.
The receptionist picks it up, looking it over.
He grimaces.
"Sorry some of these questions were a bit… unorthodox. It's not really our standard form. But thank you for getting this done."
"Not a problem, had no trouble with it. Kinda fun."
"Great, well I'm glad it wasn't too bad." He stood up, keeping the paper in his claw.
"So, just follow along with me, and I'll take you back for the interview.
Okay?"
"Yup."



You follow the neuroth down a hallway, noting what look like miniature catwalks along the wall, near the ceiling;
each surrounded with glass. 
They seem to lead into every room along the hallway, with their own tiny doors as well.

The receptionist abruptly rounds a corner and you deftly swivel to keep up pace. 
Soon enough he reaches the door, knocks, and steps inside.
He leaned his head down, peeking around the side of the door frame at first as he entered.
"Think they're ready for you, Ghost."

Once there's room for you, you scoot around inside to see who this 'Ghost' person is.



You spot them: a dark-colored gesabott sitting at one end of a large conference table.
There's a mug of something hot sitting in front of them, steam wafting from the liquid inside.
The mug has text on its front, which reads: 'METEOR GAP MOTEL' 
Between the text is a tall diamond shape covered with stars; a fiery meteor in its center.



They only glance at you briefly.
"Good.
And they filled out my form?"
"Mmhm." He walks over and hands the paper to the gesabott.
Their eyes begin to pour over it, scooting side to side.

"Thank you, Bobby."
He nods, then leaves the room with a final whispered "Good luck!" to you.

You have a seat at the opposite end of the table as the construct continues to read over the form, taking sips from their mug every now and then.
They seem engrossed, and you aren't sure what to do in the meantime.
Eventually get bored and lean back in your chair, only sitting up when the gesabott finally looks up to address you.

"Thank you for attending this interview with me," they have to stop to quickly glance back at the paper.
"...Herrera."
"Sure thing, man."
"Not a man," they correct simply.
"Got it. My bad."
"You can call me Ghost.
I've had a lot of names, but that's what I've been using most recently."
"...Rad. Okay."



"Would you like anything to drink before we start?
Some coffee? Or tea? Do you enjoy either of those? Both?"

Twenty questions right off the bat.
This bot's weird.