The distant metal ruins twist in and out of the fog like broken skeletons. Seafoam doesn't mind; in fact, it reminds them of the intricate music box they made when they were starting out as an inventor. The only thing they get in response is the folded glider getting yanked out of their paws. They got to hold it on the plane for its last-minute preparations; they just think it's surprising that they let it make the thing in the first place. Entering the building is a blur of far-too-bright lights that make it want to run, to close its eyes, /anything/. But it must keep up appearances, so it settles for smiling - no teeth, of course - and crinkling its goggle-less eyes when greeting the horned interviewer - Cinere, huh? Since the most critical parts of their outfit weren't allowed on the flight, Seafoam gets to scurry away and get all spiffed up. The outfit flows, far more revealing than they're used to, and their fur is adorned with glitter and sparkly bangles. Soft blue contacts and placed in their eyes with a small fight, but eventually Seafoam looks like some mystical creature dragged in from the sea. ... They're not wrong. ---- The lights are more tolerable with the contacts and the fact that its currently perched like a gargoyle in the shadows near the entrance. When it is called to the stage, the glider opens from its back like a beetle's wings and it glides down the short distance, paws scrambling for purchase as it landed. "Ah, Seafoam Stowaway! What a unique entrance!" Cinere chirps, clapping politely. "Your designers did a splendid job with your outfit, with the wings and all. Don't you think so, Seafoam?" "Oh, uh-" Seafoam struggles to get their thoughts in order as they hover awkwardly near the open chair. "Seafoam was actually the one to make the glider! They're very glad that they got to add their own touch to this outfit because it's not what they normally wear." It rubs the back of its neck awkwardly. /Play the role of an innocent and eccentric, kiddo/. "Right, you normally wear thicker, layered clothing!" she responds. Seafoam chuckles nervously. "Yeah, Seafoam needs to stay protected from the sun and injuries! You never know if someone wants to hurt you." "Indeed!" Seafoam finally takes a seat, feeling relaxed enough to lounge in the chair to rest comfortably with their wings. "Now, Seafoam, on the subject of staying all safe and protected, would you be willing to tell your potential sponsors why you'd be a good addition to their shopping lists?" "Well..." it begins, wincing slightly as it looks into the... desolate landscape. Well, there's a large, ruined metal building in the distance. It can talk to it like an audience member. "Seafoam would've rather had community service, but it'll try its best to win! Everything can be useful if you know enough, and Seafoam knows more than enough to make use of every rock and blade of grass that'll be in the arena!" To accentuate their self-assuredness, they lightly slam a paw onto the arm of the chair they sit in. Their eyes sparkle with determination, but that's all shut down with Cinere's next question: "Community service? Oh, you /are/ one of our reaped criminals! So, give us the details: what landed you in the slammer so close to the Reaping?" She props her head on one of her paws, leaning in to hear the answer from the panicked tribute. "Seafoam was told that it was intentionally destroying a historic landmark, but it never meant for that to happen! Seafoam conducts their experiments with the utmost safety." "Then why'd the theatre get a chunk blown out of it?" "It-" Seafoam's voice nearly cracks. "Seafoam never makes the same mistake twice. The theatre was because some random citizen decided to put their paws where they didn't belong, Seafoam's sure!" They grow more stressed the further they dive into their tangent. "And if any of the other tributes do anything like that, Seafoam thinks that they'll end up like the theatre! So stop asking questions about Seafoam's past! Ask about Seafoam's present! Ask about Seafoam's future!" The rest of the interview is a story for another day; Cinere doesn't make Seafoam burst into tears and Seafoam composes itself enough to fabricate a nice, cookie-cutter story about its childhood up to this point. The interview finishes off with a simple enough exchange: "So, Seafoam, any last words for the camera?" "Seafoam promises to be like an electrified puddle: a true shocker!"
