A/N: Today we have the interviews! I hope you enjoy reading how things are going for the tributes through the perspective of our observant interviewer, Fabula Obcubo! I hope you like it, as I tried to keep it interesting :) Enjoy!
Note: I didn't use most of the suggestions for interview outfits on the forms. I didn't feel like digging through all the old PMs to look for whatever you guys suggested, and I thought you'd rather me spend my time writing than searching :)
Trigger warnings: Profanity
Fabula's song is We Remain by Christina Aguilera.
All the ways that you think you know me
All the limits that you figured out, limits that you figured out
Had to learn to keep it all below me
Just to keep from being thrown around, just to keep from being thrown around
Yeah every single time the wind blows
Every single time the wind blows
I see it in your face (Mmm)
In a cold night
There will be no fair fight
There will be no good night
To turn and walk away
Fabula Obcubo, 35
Interviewer
"Welcome, Panem!" I shout, standing and spreading my arms out, as if I am hugging the nation. I'm in my customary pink pantsuit, and my hair is newly dyed pink and curled. Even though I try not to be vain, I know I look splendid. I stride to the center of the stage, away from the two plush pink chairs and the side table in between that holds an aloe vera plant in a patterned pink pot. The crowd's screams are thunderous, and the smile on my face is in no way forced.
"Tonight, the prestigious Crameus Hall is hosting the interviews of the Twenty Second Annual Hunger Games! The interviews have been held here for the past sixteen years, and I couldn't think of a better venue to truly meet the young shining stars of this year's Games! Each tribute will come out in District order, ladies first as is proper. They will have three minutes to converse with me and show you their personality in hopes of earning your favor! Now, are you ready to meet our first tribute of the night?"
The quarter million people packed into the Hall scream their approval. Thousands of signs sporting the names of different times, and even my own name, sway in the jubilant crowd. Thousands of Avoxes work to tend to those who want food and drink, and government employed bettors walk around the building with trays full of odds and things to bet on, from what will a certain tribute wear to the classic who will be the first to die in the Games. These are my people, even if I hate them outside of this Hall. They are my crowd, and they love me. And then there are the hundreds of cameras mounted throughout every nook and cranny, taping everything on a continuous feed that is played to the Districts with a minute's lag just to edit out any parts that many not be suitable. Time is of the essence, and our first tribute's timer starts as I call out, "Welcome to the stage Trinity Vegas of District One!"
Trinity is a breath taker. She's dressed in a floor length glitzy ballgown in a champagne color. It sparkles under the lights, and it goes well with her white-blonde hair. She wears a slender golden necklace and a few golden bangles. She has diamond earrings in, and her nails are painted glittery gold. Even her eyeshadow is a pale gold color. She has giant golden heels, at least ten inches, and she struts in them without a problem. Her golden hair has been made wavy, and it waterfalls across her shoulders and down her back. She looks magnificent as she sits down.
"Hello, Trinity!" I exclaim. "You're quite the looker, I must admit!"
"Junova knows how to style, am I right?" Trinity replies with a thin smile. "But looks aren't everything, Ms. Obcubo."
"Of course," I reply, grinning. This girl knows how to play the crowd.
Zircon comes out after Trinity. He's dressed in a plum red suit that fits him rather snugly, showing off his slimly muscled physique. His blonde hair is spiked up. He sits down and immediately straightens his (probably purposefully) lopsided tie, grinning. He stretches out his hand and shakes mine, and the jubilant smile on his face is one hundred percent real, no fake enthusiasm here. After we shake hands, I notice a bit of makeup on his face.
"Mr. O'Dile, are you wearing makeup?!" I gasp in fake horror, leaning back and lifting a hand to my mouth. The crowd laughs.
"Well, don't we all do it?" Zircon quips. "I'm just looking good for all my fans out there!" A group of teenage girls in the front row scream loudly and loft their menagerie of signs, banners, pennants, and more sporting Zircon's name and face, along with less than clever slogans. Zircon smiles right at them, and I swear one of them actually faints. Ah, Capitolite youth these days. How bright the future looks.
Next is Ardin. She walks out calmly, not strutting or marching or twirling like many Careers do. She just simply walks. She's dressed in a dark green cocktail dress, and her hair is done up in a braided bun. She also is wearing dark green flats and the silvery necklace that all Two Academy volunteers wear as their token at all times. To compliment it, I see that there are small stripes of silver on both her dress and shoes. She looks pretty, but not overwhelming or extremely memorable like many Careers.
"How is the Career alliance faring so far, Ardin?" I ask, actually interested.
"It's splendid. We all get along great, and it's so nice to meet new people." She sounds like an Outlier, not a Career, and it's a little strange.
"Will you give us any hints on who will be leading it this year?" I inquire.
"We'll just have to wait to see, won't we?" she replies through gritted teeth, and I really don't know what to make of that comment.
Tyberios is dressed in the classic black tuxedo, but the arms of the outfit are chopped off so his thickly muscled arms are on display for the entire crowd. I know plenty of people who would pay half of their life's savings to spend a night wrapped up in those bad boys. His silvery Academy necklace rests against his girthy chest, matching the silver buttons of the tight fitting outfit. He sits and grins rabidly at me.
"What's going to be your biggest challenge in the Games?" I question, cocking my head at him and seeing if he dodges by question or answers truthfully.
"Dealing with all of the drama in the Pack!" he jokes. "Nah, we get along fine. I guess the biggest challenge will be dealing with injuries."
That's a way of saying it without really saying it.
Our first Outlier walks onto the stage with a firm set mouth. Fuji is dressed in a little black dress. It's cocktail dress style, with black leather hemming and shiny black two inch heels that she manages to walk in well. She has a thick black bracelet around one wrist, and her engagement ring flashes on the other hand. Her hair has been straightened out and it looks very silky and desirable. She sits down and conjures a small smile for the crowd before lapsing back to her passive face.
"You just have to tell us about him," I plead, pointing to her engagement ring.
"Her. I'll tell you about her. I'm engaged to a lovely woman named Cartenya Daynes, and I love her so, so much. I'm coming home, baby girl." The crowd goes wild, and I don't need to say anything else. Fuji can handle this process on her own.
Next up is Millard. He's dressed in a beige suit with a dark brown tie. It's not very exciting, but it's different from the usual black tuxedo that a lot of Outlying males end up wearing. His hair is styled nicely, and he looks very official. He sits down gingerly and properly, clasping his hands in his lap and sitting up perfectly straight. He's been raised with money, that's for sure. He smiles kindly at the crowd as we begin.
"What's your favorite thing about home?" I ask.
"The parties. And not the prim and proper ones I go to with my parents. No, the crazy street ones where everyone laughs and dances and I get to make out with my boyfriend." The crowd's reaction isn't as crazy as it was for Fuji, but they still cheer and applaud heavily. My, does the Capitol love LGBTQ tributes.
"Do your parents approve of this mysterious and probably sexy boyfriend?" I inquire, brow raised.
Millard laughs heartily. "Good joke, Fabula."
Cordelia strides out onto the stage. She doesn't look very amused by the outfit that Pufelle has put her in. Because of her short height, Pufelle either thought she would look cute in a giant puffy blue ballgown that makes her look like a cupcake, or she forgot that Cordelia is 17 and a Career and pegged her for a 13 year old Outlier. Either way, Cordelia has two braids and glittery makeup, and is wearing a giant blue dress. She looks very unsatisfied, but she tries to make the most of it, smiling waveringly at me.
"You're the first Reaped girl from District Four in years," I comment. "Are you still in the Career pack?"
"Yeah," Cordelia replies. "I do have some training even if I wasn't set to volunteer, and I also offer some skills that most of the others aren't the greatest at, so they thought it would be good to keep me around."
"Ah. Another record: you're the shortest seventeen year old to ever compete in the Games. What do you have to say about that?"
"Pufelle refused to give me heels," she sighs. Poor girl.
Chavez is the king of the ball as he walks out. I think I know who Pufelle likes more. Chavez is wearing a suitcoat without the arms like Tyberios, showing off his own bulging biceps. He also wears shorts. They're all made in a white fabric that has a colorful pattern of palm trees and surfboards on it. His hair is styled as if he just came out of the water, and he's wearing thick black sunglasses. I can't see his eyes. He marches over to his chair and sits down, smirking at the crowd. Dozens of women and a few men scream his name out loud longingly, and he just pulls down his sunglasses and winks.
"You went for the unconventional approach," I note, looking over his stellar outfit.
"I know how to catch people's attention," Chavez smirks. "How else would I be here tonight?"
Ah, hard work I murmur to myself in my head, but I keep quiet, letting him continue to play the crowd. I won't bust his roll, and he plays the crowd like a fiddle. It's almost enjoyable to watch the Peacekeepers drag away a lustful lover who lunges for the stage in hopes of touching the almighty Adonis, Chavez Belasco.
The Careers are now all through, and attention starts to wane just a little as Bernie skips out. She has a light smile on her face, but it's obviously forced. She seems simultaneously tired, worried, and annoyed, and it's hard to hide. She's dressed in a puffy orange gown with a skirt that's twice the size of her. She has plentiful amounts of makeup and jewelry on, and she looks rather tacky. I'd have to imagine that Speciallo let her pick out the things herself.
"What's your favorite part of the Capitol so far?" I ask kindly, knowing that questions about strategy and alliances will be useless with her.
"I got to meet my amazing friends and allies, so that's a plus. I also went on my first roller coaster. I nearly threw up!" Some of the crowd giggles at that out of pity mostly. Hey. It wasn't a half bad joke for someone who seems to have given up all hope.
Jayce looks rather dapper in his classic black tuxedo. There isn't much of a twist to it beside the brilliant orange handkerchief in his breast pocket. His hair hasn't been tampered with much, but his face is loaded with skin toned makeup to hide his gaunt features and the dark circles under his eyes from his disease. He collapses in the chair and smiles at me kindly, and I can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for him.
Before I can speak, Jayce takes the prerogative. "Hello Mom and Dad, and everyone back home. I have a secret I need to share. Only Delilah knows. I went to the health checkup in the booths back home, and I found out that I have a terminal illness. The doctors here don't even have a cure for it. I...I wasn't brave enough to tell you guys when I was home. I was scared, and that was why I became to reckless and carefree, because I wanted to make the most of my last months. I love you, and I hope you know there was nothing you could do."
The Hall is silent, utterly silent, and then people start standing and applauding, and Jayce is biting back tears.
Fuck terminal illnesses. If this boy wasn't doomed to die weeks after getting out of the arena, he could win the whole thing off of pitying sponsors!
District Six is up now. Libby glides onto the stage, moving carefully and slowly as she arrives at her seat. She looks around at her surroundings with a amazed look, although she showed no interest in it when we did our run through. Her angle must be to be enamored with the Capitol. She's dressed in a slim dark purple cocktail dress that looks good on her, and she also wears a pretty pearl necklace. Her hair is curled and teased, and she wears lots of purple makeup. She looks rather pretty and ethereal, mysterious and innocent. It's some of Twinkle's best work yet.
"This place is so beautiful, and the people amaze me every day!" Libby laughs, and some of the crowd hoots its approval.
"Favorite dish here?" I question.
"Oh, it has to be all the pastries. I can't stop eating them, they're just so good! What's your favorite dish?"
This girl has been schooled well. It seems Calla finally decided to put on her Mentoring pants. The Six team seems to have improved this year drastically. I don't even want to imagine what a train wreck Libby would be if she'd been here last year.
Fender is the next tribute out onto the stage, and the last before a brief intermission. His outfit is absolutely radiant! His suit is a dark purple color, a few shades darker than Libby's dress, and it has silver and lavender accents to it that make it look splendid under the lights. It's a new take on the classic suit, and I can see that Twinkle is drawing inspiration from her favorite color this year. Fender flashes a beautiful, pearly white smile when he sits down.
"Your outfit is magnificent tonight!" I exclaim.
"Twinkle is just such a genius, isn't she?" Fender chuckles. "All she needed was a little friendly push in the right direction, and look at what amazing things she accomplished!"
"I bet all of the girls are swooning back home in Six right now!" I remark.
"Well, there's only one girl that I hope is blushing. I never got to tell you, but Demica Trask, you're a great girl, and I'd love to go on a date with you when I come home."
Well that's one way to ask out a girl!
The intermission is about fifteen minutes long. I walk off the stage after Fender exits to the thunderous sound of everyone the building smacking their hands together in excitement. Those not in areas that get Avox service use this time to buy concessions or merchandise and place bets. People also talk to their friends during this period, and some people, the Career lovers, even leave at this point, but most of them stay.
I stride back to my room backstage. It's nice and spacious, and I take the time to unwind and recharge, sipping a cucumber water as two retired Games stylists, named Triala and Penrose, check that all my makeup is still in place. Penrose had just been a minor prep teamer for District 12 for several years before moving on, but Triala had served as the Head Stylist for District Two until Grecia came along and usurped her ten years prior. She'd been the stylist to make Clay, Brick, and Serephina glow like stars, and she is a personal friend.
Once the intermission is over, I'm waiting in the wings, fixed up and comfortable. The Seven thru Twelve interviews are always a little more boring for the most part, but this is a pretty interesting batch compared to many years. Only one Outlier scored above a 6 last year, while we have three 7s in the Lower Districts. I'm actually more than a little nervous, and very excited. The crowd is filtering back into their seats, and once almost everyone is seated, I prance back out onto the stage.
"Welcome back Panem!" I shout, and the crowd ripples with cheers. I find my way to my seat, and then I announce the next tribute to come out. "Let's have a hand for Ivy Cross of District 7!"
The stunning Ivy struts out, grinning. She's dressed in a simple knee-length dress that's white in color. It has a floral design on it, and she's also wearing six inch cream colored heels that she walks in pretty well. Her hair is done up in a messy bun, and her makeup is really nice. She has several silver bracelets on her arms and a skinny silver band on one of her fingers, definitely not her ring finger however. She smiles politely at me, legs crossed, after she sits.
"We've heard rumors that you're in an alliance! Please tell us more about that!" I tell her, grinning.
"The rumors are correct! Millard, Fuji, myself, and Omri have formed a solid group to help advance through the games. Safety in numbers, right?"
"Alliances are always a controversial strategy. I can't wait to see how it works out for you four!"
"I'll tell you all about the experience when I come back here." This girl has fire.
Baron is the next to emerge from backstage. He waves avidly at the crowd. He's dressed in a form fitting dark green tuxedo that looks pretty good on him. He has a beaming smile on his face, and his dark green leather shoes are shined impeccably. He's spotless. While Glitzya may struggle with parade outfits, she always hits it out of the park with classical interview outfits, and Baron's is no different.
"So, why were you on death row?" I inquire. "It's a question that's been plaguing all of us; you seem like such a nice guy!"
"There's this group in Seven called the Coven. It's basically just a group of people who mess around with card tricks and herbal medicines. However, the Peacekeepers in our District think that we're some sort of rebellious group, and they banned all of our actions so we have to meet secretly. I was caught with some of the things we use in our harmless magic tricks and they put me on death row."
"Ouch! That hurts!" I quickly speed past that. I didn't realize that he was in a rebellious gang, even if it might be "rebellious" and not rebellious. Snow will never let the poor bud win.
Gaia twirls forth onto the stage after Baron departs, her skirt spinning around her. She's dressed in a bright green dress with a frilly skirt, but not puffy and all encompassing like the skirts of Cordelia and Bernie. She has a small coronet on her heard woven from fresh lilies and daisies, and she looks pretty good and cute. She also wears light green flats and her eye shadow is dark green. Her earrings look like little daisies. It's not exactly the thing you'd expect from an Eight tribute, but I guess the girl loves the earth. She waltzes over to her chair and sits down, beaming.
"So, I'm guessing you love plants?" I ask.
"Oh yeah! Botany has always fascinated me, you know? If I didn't live in Eight, where botany pretty much doesn't exist, I would be a botanist. I don't know, nature has always been a love of mine. I guess growing up in an urban area makes you crave the natural beauty of the world."
"You don't have many parks in Eight?"
"We have some, but nowhere near enough!"
Gaia's District partner plods out next, and I have to force a smile as Calico treks over to his seat. He's dressed in a checkered red and white suit. While original, he looks more like a picnic tablecloth than a young man at a fashionable event. This boy tried to intimidate me earlier, and he does so again, smiling snarkily at me as he crosses his legs and drums his fingers on the arms of the chair. His hair looks too frizzy, and I hate the watch that Fashionista put on his wrist.
"What's your favorite color?" I ask, determined to make his interview miserable.
"I don't really have a favorite color, but I do have a least favorite. I've never cared for pink. It seems rather garish and childish. Don't you agree?"
The little conniving devil. If I could boot him to the moon...
District Nine is full of surprises this year, with two seemingly capable tributes. Saffronelle is the first to come out. She's dressed in a simple baby blue dress with silvery thread on the hemming and such. She wears a silvery headband and several silver bangles, and large silver star earrings. She looks rather pretty, and it takes me minute to realize that the outfit is a near recreation of one of her little sister Rini's photo shoots. Some of the crowd recognizes the outfit, and they hoot and holler in excitement as Saffronelle sits down, smiling.
"Saffronelle, has Rini taught you anything about how to appear to the public?"
"Please, call me Sage. It's what all my friends call me." That sends a ripple of oohs and aahs through the crowd. "And yes, of course. I pick her up from all the shoots, since she does them exclusively in Nine, and I always take some funny pictures with her."
"How cute! Also, there's rumors that you're in an alliance with a few other girls this year. Is that true?"
"Yeah, I've found a nice group of girls. Gaia, Bernie, and Carmen have all been great to hang out with. I wish the fun would never have to end."
Well, I'm sorry honey, but it is a killing competition. It shouldn't be fun at all for those competing.
Luke strides confidently out of the tunnel where the others yet to have an interview are still waiting patiently. He's dressed in a simple tuxedo, and it's charcoal in color. Different from the traditional black, but close enough that his outfit isn't very memorable, even if the young man inside of it is one of the newest crushes of the Capitol at large. The silent, mysterious Luke Saturn doesn't even smile when he sits down across from me.
"What's your strategy for these Games, Luke?"
"I'd like to keep that a secret, m'am."
"You're full of secrets and intrigue, aren't you?"
"Yes, m'am."
"You're not going to give me anything, are you?"
"Yes, m'am."
The crowd is starting to get a little bored. While there haven't been any horrendous interviews yet, and I actually doubt that there will be any horrendous ones at all, there aren't any flashy Careers. It's just Outliers, and their attention is starting to drift. That's why it's perfect timing for Miriam Park to storm out in her maroon pantsuit, hands on her hips and her head tilted towards the sky. She clicks forward in three inch maroon heels, and her hair is straightened out with a red streak in it. Everyone perks up as the girl sits down across from me, looking quite similar to me.
"Is someone copying my style?" I joke.
"You wish," Miriam laughs, and the following minutes are filled with a banter so sarcastic and hilarious that I know I will be rewatching on a later date. Oh, I love the snappy ones. They remind me of when I was a little girl, dissing everyone in sight. Ah, the nubile sarcasm of youth. How I miss it.
Rufus is the next one out. He's in a black tuxedo, the classic mainstay, with a bright red tie and handkerchief that clash a little with the rest of the outfit. The look on his face is dull, his outfit would be dull if it was not for the startling burst of color around his neck, and I don't expect his interview to be anything but dull. He sits down and he has pretty good posture, and I have hope. He's sweating profusely though. He's nervous, more so than everyone else thus far. I'm surprised that we haven't had any major cases of stage fright yet.
"Which station did you like best in training?"
"I-I enjoy-joyed l-learning about ed-ed-ed-edible pla-plants," he stutters out, sweating buckets. I'm sure that the chair cushion is going to be soaked through with sweat. Oh Snow. Usually it's only the young ones who soil the furniture.
Soya prances out in her eight inch heels, staggering around and trying to make it look as if her disjointed walking is some crazy type of dance. She's beaming, as she perpetually is, and she's bursting with energy and nerves. Her report confirmed that she is not ADHD, yet she seems like she's ready to go run a marathon and then have a nice chat with her bestie Happy Gal without even breaking a sweat. She's in a brilliant hot pink cocktail dress, so at least she's smart and knows pink is the supreme color. She has golden hoop earrings in and her heels are golden. She teeters over to her seat and falls into it unceremoniously. She laughs along with the crowd.
"You seem to be rather clumsy!" I note, trying to hide my tone.
"I just getting really clumsy when I'm nervous for some reason," Soya giggles. "My joints just turn to putty, and I can't even walk straight! And these heels don't help at all! I bet the Peacekeepers think I'm drunk or something! Hehehehe!"
Note: have the Peacekeepers check if Soya is drunk after the interviews. Note 2: We already know she isn't, this is just for precaution!
The man of the night follows Soya. Omri Plower walks out normally, dressed in a dark brown suit that looks very good on him. He grins widely at the crowd. His afro has been cropped a little and tamed down more so than it was at the parade, and the watch he's wearing matches his outfit very well. His shiny brown shoes might have worked better matte, but beside that his outfit is rather good. Oh I forgot. Ygga and Alehenia got back together, so now she's churning out outfits at her normal level of expertise, which is a good thing to see.
"I must say, Omri, it's a pleasure to meet you. How did you manage such a high score?" I inquire.
"Let me just say that one gets bored just sitting in class and working in the fields all day," Omri replies with an easygoing grin on his face. He seems very nervous, but his interview is going well.
"Well, whatever you did worked!"
"I hope it works in the arena, too."
This is the part where Carmen is supposed to enter, but then I remember that she's holed up in her bed, recovering from her birth.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Carmen Ionique-Astron could not be with us physically today. She went into labor last night, and she is still recovering! Her baby has been born and it is a healthy little baby boy. We do have one of our staff in the District Twelve apartment, however, and I'm just going to have him ask one question for us so we can get a look at Carmen! Caesar, you're on!"
The huge screen that fell from the ceiling where the Games recaps were watching during the Coronation Ceremony had been pulled down, and a live feed from Twelve's floor was played. One of my underlings, a young, young 18 year old man named Caesar Flickerman, smiles at the camera.
"Here we are in Carmen's room!" he exclaims. The camera turns to where Carmen lays in the bed, holding her baby to her chest. She wears a ratty pair of sweatpants and a light blue t-shirt, and there isn't a hint of makeup on her face. Guess she didn't have enough time or energy to dress up. She smiles weakly at the cameras. "Hello Carmen! So, we have a single question for you. What's the baby's name?"
"Filippo!" she chuckles, and she turns to baby's face to the cameras for a second before sheltering his face once more from the bright lights. He's so cute! The entire audience awws and oohs, and then the feed is cut.
Lord is the last tribute to come out. He's dressed down for the occasion, wearing a pair of khakis and a cornflower blue collared dress shirt. The sleeves on the dress shirt is rolled up to expose his muscular arms, and he smiles dangerously as he struts over to the two chairs in the center of the stage. I have to admit that he looks very handsome, and I can't get enough of him. He does a quick flex for the crowd and then sits down in his chair, laughing loudly.
"So, Lord, use three words to describe you."
"Sexy, romantic, and definitely going to go rock the Games and win them!"
"That's more than three words!"
"Well, then I'll add hyphens for the last part. Definitely hyphen going hyphen to hyphen go hyphen rock hyphen the hyphen Games hyphen and hyphen win hyphen them. Happy?"
"Very."
Once Lord departs, I turn to the crowd. That was a really great interviews. No major mess ups besides Rufus, bet even that wasn't terrible. "Thank you for watching Panem! That was the interviews with the tributes of the Twenty Second Annual Hunger Games! Have a good evening, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"
A/N: That was fun to write! I decided to go the middle road: not too long, but not too short, and I hope it worked out well! I love writing from Fabula's POV, and describing the outfits is a ton of fun. That's probably why I made them almost all good, and why the interviews all turned out good XD It just didn't seem to work to have any trainwrecks for some reason. After this, we have the Night and Morning, then the Fun Day, and then the Last Night and Last Morning, and then we're off to Into the Tubes and the countdown! We're getting really close, and this was one of the last major milemarkers! Fun Day, Last Night, and Last Morning are all going to be pretty sizable chapters, but we should be in the arena in not too long at all!
What did you think about this? I don't have any specific questions, just share your thoughts!
I liked bringing back Penrose and Triala from Oceanside. Penrose was a very minor character, but Triala had some airtime and I always wondered what happened to her since Grecia is now Two's stylist, and this is what I decided! :D
Trivia:
Fabula (1 pt.) - What color was Sage's dress?
P.S. I have a note from Fracas!
Dear Readers,
Hello, it is I, the almighty Fracas! After my "outburst" at the interviews of the Tenth Hunger Games, I was banned from coming to the interviews for life! It is one of the most agonizing things ever! However, I have learned to deal with it, and I happily root for the District Four Females from my couch! I just wanted you to know that I have not given up the crusade for District Four Female Victories every year! BECAUSE IT MUST HAPPEN! Use all your little points to help Cordelia, because, well, umm...she's a Four Female.
Sincerely,
Sir Fracas the Almighty
(I'm so, so sorry, I just had to XD)
Until Next Time
Tracee