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"You got espresso?"
"We do."
"Then both."
"Of course. I can--"
"Same cup."
"...You'd just like... a shot of espresso in your tea, then?"
"Yeah."
You hesitate.
"...Not just a shot.
Uhhh, more like... a 3-to-1 ratio of tea to coffee."
Your brain struggles, attempting to process and double-check what you've just blurted out.
It fails.
"...Yeah," you confirm.
"...Sure. Anything you'd like.
Just a moment."
Ghost stands up and leaves the room.
...Why did I say that?
Nerves. Gotta be getting to me.
Whatever. It won't be that bad.
And the caffeine'll keep me awake.
The construct returns quite a while later, carrying a large mug in one claw and a tape recorder in the other.
"Bit of an odd choice, but maybe I should try it sometime."
They set the mug directly in front of you.
You confidently take a big drink before setting the mug back down.
Fuck.
It's terrible.
One of the worst things you've ever tasted.
You do your best not to make a face.
"How is it?
Need more cream, sugar, anything?"
Gotta make this convincing.
Not gonna bomb the interview over something like this.
You take another swig.
It's just as bad as before.
No.
That isn't entirely true.
Now that the noxious substance has had time to linger on your tastebuds, it's worse than before.
"Nah, you did it perfect.
Tastes great," you speak the last word through gritted teeth.
"That's good to hear.
Let me know if you need more."
"You got it."
I'm gonna die here.
Ghost pulls up the form you filled out.
"Alright," they click a red button on the tape recorder.
"I'd like to go over some of this with you, if you don't mind."
You take another drink.
"Sure," you can't stop yourself from letting out a small cough. "...whatever you wanna do."
Ghost takes a sip of whatever they have.
"Starting off, one thing I find curious...
You had an encounter with Big Summit that you say was unpleasant, and you list Big Summit as one of your fears, yet you're wearing a Big Summit shirt.
Why is that, exactly?
And, if you'd like to tell more about the experience in general, of course."
I can answer that. Easy.
Just, it was--
It's easy because I know why the...
C'mon.
I got this.
I got this and I can do this I just need to remember and to remember I gotta think really good- No that sounds stupid.
Is it--
Think good?
Well.
Think really well.
I can't even think. Or I'm thinking a lot.
Why can't I think? What's--
Oh god the caffeine--
You want to respond, but your thoughts are jumbling together.
Everything is piling up in your head, trains of thought overlapping and crashing into each other.
You have a feeling it'll be more difficult to respond during the interview, but you've got to try.
"We do."
"Then both."
"Of course. I can--"
"Same cup."
"...You'd just like... a shot of espresso in your tea, then?"
"Yeah."
You hesitate.
"...Not just a shot.
Uhhh, more like... a 3-to-1 ratio of tea to coffee."
Your brain struggles, attempting to process and double-check what you've just blurted out.
It fails.
"...Yeah," you confirm.
"...Sure. Anything you'd like.
Just a moment."
Ghost stands up and leaves the room.
...Why did I say that?
Nerves. Gotta be getting to me.
Whatever. It won't be that bad.
And the caffeine'll keep me awake.
The construct returns quite a while later, carrying a large mug in one claw and a tape recorder in the other.
"Bit of an odd choice, but maybe I should try it sometime."
They set the mug directly in front of you.
You confidently take a big drink before setting the mug back down.
Fuck.
It's terrible.
One of the worst things you've ever tasted.
You do your best not to make a face.
"How is it?
Need more cream, sugar, anything?"
Gotta make this convincing.
Not gonna bomb the interview over something like this.
You take another swig.
It's just as bad as before.
No.
That isn't entirely true.
Now that the noxious substance has had time to linger on your tastebuds, it's worse than before.
"Nah, you did it perfect.
Tastes great," you speak the last word through gritted teeth.
"That's good to hear.
Let me know if you need more."
"You got it."
I'm gonna die here.
Ghost pulls up the form you filled out.
"Alright," they click a red button on the tape recorder.
"I'd like to go over some of this with you, if you don't mind."
You take another drink.
"Sure," you can't stop yourself from letting out a small cough. "...whatever you wanna do."
Ghost takes a sip of whatever they have.
"Starting off, one thing I find curious...
You had an encounter with Big Summit that you say was unpleasant, and you list Big Summit as one of your fears, yet you're wearing a Big Summit shirt.
Why is that, exactly?
And, if you'd like to tell more about the experience in general, of course."
I can answer that. Easy.
Just, it was--
It's easy because I know why the...
C'mon.
I got this.
I got this and I can do this I just need to remember and to remember I gotta think really good- No that sounds stupid.
Is it--
Think good?
Well.
Think really well.
I can't even think. Or I'm thinking a lot.
Why can't I think? What's--
Oh god the caffeine--
You want to respond, but your thoughts are jumbling together.
Everything is piling up in your head, trains of thought overlapping and crashing into each other.
You have a feeling it'll be more difficult to respond during the interview, but you've got to try.
