It was all so overwhelming. Not in a [i]bad[/i] way. Not really. On the contrary, Quinn loved all the (very loud!) sounds, all the sights, all the delicious-smelling food (she had no money, did she...?) that she had [i]no[/i] way of identifying, the crush of people, no matter how perhaps rude they were...it was all wonderful, and she found herself popping out of the thick of it with a smile on her face that she'd never worn anything like before. But still, overwhelmed she was. And the stage, with all the lights and music...was just a little too much for her And that was when she saw the sign: [b][u]RISC PILOT INTERVIEWS[/u][/b], and the smile on her face grew even wider. She didn't know what interviews entailed for RISC. And she didn't know what "compatible applicants only" meant. But That didn't mean she couldn't find out, right? There was a little line waiting in front, so she took her place, looked up at the puffy clouds in the blue sky, and advanced whenever she heard the line go forward. People were muttering all around her. She barely even listened to what they had to say—sims? Qualifications? There was that word '[i]compatibility[/i]' again—and what she heard, she didn't understand. So she tuned them out, looking at the town where...she guessed she lived? Hovvi, right? It was really pretty, so colorful, so far unlike the four white walls she'd look at for...forever. The road under her feet was rough, and she laughed to herself as she scuffed her feet against it. It was one of those foot-scuffs that tipped her off balance, sending her forward with a yelp and subsequently bonking her head into a doorframe. "[color=FFE63D]Ouch![/color]" She took a moment to recover her footing, rubbing her forehead and laughing, before she properly aimed herself the door and into another building. Following the line still, she walked through an other door, this one labeled [i]Administration[/i]. What was a community center anyway? It didn't seem like it was at the center of the community, and it wasn't something she'd ever looked up before. Maybe like a city hall? But it didn't seem big enough. What were they administrating? "Here, young lady." She jumped, knocked out of her thoughts by an older man with silvery whiskers. She'd somehow come up to a desk-booth-thing without noticing. He'd slid a clipboard and pen underneath the clear glassy wall, giving her a nice smile. "Fill this out, the interview comes later." "[color=FFE63D]Oh. Okay! Thank you![/color]" Holding the clipboard in both hands, she trotted over to a seat and sat, looking over the paper with the pen in her hand. [b]Name?[/b] Quinnlash Loughvein! [b]Age?[/b] She was sixteen, right? [b]Sex?[/b] Female! [b]Date of birth?[/b] She paused, looking up at the ceiling. She'd never had a birthday party or anything. She thought it was maybe in the summer? But she wasn't sure. So she jotted down [i]The summer, I think[/i] and moved on. [b]Address?[/b] Uh...hmm...she...she really didn't know. She lived in the house on the cliffs, but that didn't seem like a proper address. She chewed on the back of the pen for a moment (it was oddly satisfying to gnaw on) before shrugging and writing, [i]I dunno.[/i] [b]Contact Information?[/b] Oh. She didn't have a phone or anything. She didn't have an email. She'd never needed one, she'd only talked to Mom and Dad, and they'd only been a room away! Another chew, and she answered, [i]I don't have one.[/i] That would be fine, right? Not everyone had one. But maybe she should get one someday. That sounded cool! Oh, there was that word again! [b]Compatibility Status?[/b] Honesty was best, right? So she wrote in her messy, slanty handwriting, [i]I don't know what that is.[/i] [b]Medications?[/b] Nope! She'd never taken anything like that! [b]Emergency Contacts?[/b] Oh, that was easy! Mom and... She paused. No. She couldn't write Mom and Dad's names. If they knew she'd snuck out, they'd get really mad, and RISC getting in contact with them would definitely let them know! But they were the only people she knew. So she just wrote, [i]I don't have any.[/i] [b]Handicaps?[/b] N—oh, never mind, she almost forgot! [i]Missing my right eye.[/i] And there was the line for a signature! She swished through it with a flourish, then marched back up to the man behind the counter. It had only taken her a few minutes, and she was excited for what came next. "[color=FFE63D]I'm done! Do I sit down again?[/color]" He looked at her strangely "Yeah, kiddo. Take a seat, they'll call your name when your interview's up." She waved at him, then plunked herself back down, content to wait and smile still glued to her face and ignoring the glances that came her way. She didn't mind. They'd all gone through what she was, right? They should get it! More time passed. She didn't quite know how long, but she spent most of it thinking about what she'd seen and very pointedly trying [i]not[/i] to think about going back home. She knew she'd need to, but she'd like to stay outside as long as she could before she had to go back into her room. She hoped she could remember the sights and smells, whenever it happened. It had been so nice to breathe the fresh air. She'd never realized how stale it was at home! "Ms. Quinnlash Loughvein?" She jerked her head up, then hopped to her feet. "That's me!" This would be fun!