Everest
Deadpan as ever (ha, get it), the aviator shakes his head. "No, not fantastic job." He replies as if this had been a genuine question. Unsure how long to keep the exam held out in Mateo's direction, Ever waits a few seconds longer before pulling it back into his lap. "F for failed."
Feeling both too warm and too cold and not at all comfortable in his body (even more than usual), Everest fights the urge to shift his position, opting for etiquette rather than comfort. "No, the practical exam went fine." Fine meaning he'd gotten 100%. "This was the interview portion where they ask you questions and evaluate your answers." Changing which ankle was resting over which, Ever sighs shamefully. "Questions like...how to handle upset passengers, personel conflicts..what to do when faced with certain scenarios, that sort of thing." Aka the social interaction portion of becoming a skyship captain.
Feeling both too warm and too cold and not at all comfortable in his body (even more than usual), Everest fights the urge to shift his position, opting for etiquette rather than comfort. "No, the practical exam went fine." Fine meaning he'd gotten 100%. "This was the interview portion where they ask you questions and evaluate your answers." Changing which ankle was resting over which, Ever sighs shamefully. "Questions like...how to handle upset passengers, personel conflicts..what to do when faced with certain scenarios, that sort of thing." Aka the social interaction portion of becoming a skyship captain.
I wish that I could find the words,
to tell you how much that it hurts
That I'm not who you wanted me to be
to tell you how much that it hurts
That I'm not who you wanted me to be
