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Energy Up! Backdated to December 1
Brian: Welcome to today's shocking installment of Energy Up! I'm your host, Brian Forester. In the recent eventful weeks we've heard a lot about the Numbered, and for the first time ever, we have in our studio someone who has, until now, done his very best to evade all of our attempts to get him here. Introducing the enigmatic owner of Locke City's most dangeous coffee shop... Lazarus Lawliet!
L: Hello.
Brian: Thank you for making time for us, Mr. Lawliet. Though the answer might seem obvious to some, in your own words, can you tell us why you've chosen now to give us an interview when you've had several opportunities in the past?
L: I'm angry, and I want people to know that I'm angry.
Brian: That's... very direct, Mr. Lawliet, but I suspect you're just that kind of man.
L: Yes. I am.
Brian: Does the recent fire at your coffee shop have anything to do with that anger?
L: Absolutely, it does.
Brian: Tell us a little bit about your background, if you don't mind.
L: My background is that I played chess competitively as a child, started college at 14, and suffered a nervous breakdown a few years later just before earning my master's degree in criminal justice. That's when my life stopped; I was alive, but I wasn't living.
Brian: Mental illness, substance abuse, a lot of sordid things from what we understand. Can you confirm diagnoses or substances?
L: No, I prefer not to. Suffice it to say that everything is well-controlled at this time.
Brian: That's good to hear; congratulations, Mr. Lawliet. Your business must mean even more to you, given the difficulties you've had to overcome.
L:Working at Espresso Yourself was my first real job. I wasn't doing so well, and about a year ago, shortly after I got my Number, the manager there offered me a position. Things were rough at first, and then they got worse when that stone snake went on its rampage through the business district. We were terrified; people died, the building was destroyed. But I had an inheritance, so I bought the business, rebuilt it, and started living again. It means everything to me, today as much as it did then.
Brian: Since then, the business has been the subject of several scandals. Did you ever think that choosing to prioritize hiring Numbered people would create such a backlash and draw so much negative attention? Any comment on the hipster you assaulted?
L: I always knew that people were unaccepting [BLEEP], if that's what you mean. Maybe not to that extent. All I wanted was a way to keep people who were inherently misunderstood safe. As for the hipster... we were both rude to each other and I simply took it further than I had any right.
Brian: I admit that the accounts on Twitter really led me to believe that you appeared very differently.
L: You're saying I look scrawny, aren't you?
Brian: I didn't want to be rude, but if I was one of those big ladies with a cooking show, I'd want to feed you sticks of butter. How much can you bench press?
L: I don't suppose you've seen those Pocky sticks.
Brian: *surprised laughter*
L: The point I think I'm trying to make is that I didn't pose much of a threat to that hipster. He punched me so hard after I let go of him that he knocked me off my feet completely, and that's when my associate intervened. You've had him on the show before. Tony?
Brian: Ah, yes, spirited young man. Our intern Martin was especially moved by his perspective.
L: Mm, for good reason. The day he agreed to work for me was a very happy one for me. We've been through a lot together, and the timing of the incident fell after a particularly unfortunate one in which we both thought we'd die.
Brian: Over the summer, you mean. There was a shootout and two hostages were taken to the hospital after being held captive in a now-deserted and condemned warehouse for a week. You and Tony were those people.
L: Of course we were. We were tortured, and we barely got out with our lives.
Brian: Why do you think that the two of you were targeted?
L: Do you remember your bench press question? I imagine they saw us as easy targets. The fact is... a lot of us are not superpowered, or even strong. A lot of us are in more danger than we pose to others.
Brian: Of your employees, some have been controversial. Tell me about Anthony Janvier, the zombie who allegedly killed an old woman and ate her brains.
L: Thanks for giving me an opportunity to further illustrate my point. Anthony was a gentle child who wouldn't hurt a soul. Even the thought that he was mildly inconveniencing someone was enough to reduce him to stammering apologies.
Brian: So you don't think there's any stock to the rumors? That he was... harmless?
L: I think that people have more active imaginations than they have common sense or observational skills. Anthony didn't stand a chance when that civilian mob gunned him down while he was working behind the counter. He was blind and frail and he couldn't move quickly enough. The idea of a zombie eating brains is just more interesting to people than the harsh reality of a faultless teenager getting killed because people were afraid, and fear made them stupid.
Brian: But scared citizens aren't the only people targeting your store or its workers. A little over a week ago, 12 individuals working together tried to burn the shop down, and several were confirmed as working for Albero's security company. Do you want to say anything about that?
L: Sure. I wouldn't hire Albero's company to keep my business safe, that's for sure. *light laughter*
Brian: That can't be all you want to say. This has cost you money, and time, and doubtless some peace of mind.
L: You want me to go off, call them [BLEEP] [BLEEP] [BLEEP] and [BLEEEEEEEP]?
Brian: Uh.
L: Because I want to. I'm furious. But if I can see that it's wrong, I'm sure the good people of Locke City can, too. This shouldn't stand, and I shouldn't have to say [BLEEEEEEEEP] to make it clear.
Brian: What exactly are you calling for, Mr. Lawliet?
L: People have to open their eyes. We work hard to fit in, make a living, help our own when we're not doing so well. Just like most of the citizens of this city, where I was born, which I love... we do our best just to get by. I'm on your side, Brian. My friends are on your side.
Brian: And your enemies?
L: With any luck, their number will be fewer after this segment has aired.
Brian: I'd like to open the lines and take a few phone calls now, Mr. Lawliet, if that's all right with you.
L: Please, Brian. Call me Lazarus.
[OOC: Got something to contribute to the segment? Sure you do. Post away in the comments and influence that media presence.]
L: Hello.
Brian: Thank you for making time for us, Mr. Lawliet. Though the answer might seem obvious to some, in your own words, can you tell us why you've chosen now to give us an interview when you've had several opportunities in the past?
L: I'm angry, and I want people to know that I'm angry.
Brian: That's... very direct, Mr. Lawliet, but I suspect you're just that kind of man.
L: Yes. I am.
Brian: Does the recent fire at your coffee shop have anything to do with that anger?
L: Absolutely, it does.
Brian: Tell us a little bit about your background, if you don't mind.
L: My background is that I played chess competitively as a child, started college at 14, and suffered a nervous breakdown a few years later just before earning my master's degree in criminal justice. That's when my life stopped; I was alive, but I wasn't living.
Brian: Mental illness, substance abuse, a lot of sordid things from what we understand. Can you confirm diagnoses or substances?
L: No, I prefer not to. Suffice it to say that everything is well-controlled at this time.
Brian: That's good to hear; congratulations, Mr. Lawliet. Your business must mean even more to you, given the difficulties you've had to overcome.
L:Working at Espresso Yourself was my first real job. I wasn't doing so well, and about a year ago, shortly after I got my Number, the manager there offered me a position. Things were rough at first, and then they got worse when that stone snake went on its rampage through the business district. We were terrified; people died, the building was destroyed. But I had an inheritance, so I bought the business, rebuilt it, and started living again. It means everything to me, today as much as it did then.
Brian: Since then, the business has been the subject of several scandals. Did you ever think that choosing to prioritize hiring Numbered people would create such a backlash and draw so much negative attention? Any comment on the hipster you assaulted?
L: I always knew that people were unaccepting [BLEEP], if that's what you mean. Maybe not to that extent. All I wanted was a way to keep people who were inherently misunderstood safe. As for the hipster... we were both rude to each other and I simply took it further than I had any right.
Brian: I admit that the accounts on Twitter really led me to believe that you appeared very differently.
L: You're saying I look scrawny, aren't you?
Brian: I didn't want to be rude, but if I was one of those big ladies with a cooking show, I'd want to feed you sticks of butter. How much can you bench press?
L: I don't suppose you've seen those Pocky sticks.
Brian: *surprised laughter*
L: The point I think I'm trying to make is that I didn't pose much of a threat to that hipster. He punched me so hard after I let go of him that he knocked me off my feet completely, and that's when my associate intervened. You've had him on the show before. Tony?
Brian: Ah, yes, spirited young man. Our intern Martin was especially moved by his perspective.
L: Mm, for good reason. The day he agreed to work for me was a very happy one for me. We've been through a lot together, and the timing of the incident fell after a particularly unfortunate one in which we both thought we'd die.
Brian: Over the summer, you mean. There was a shootout and two hostages were taken to the hospital after being held captive in a now-deserted and condemned warehouse for a week. You and Tony were those people.
L: Of course we were. We were tortured, and we barely got out with our lives.
Brian: Why do you think that the two of you were targeted?
L: Do you remember your bench press question? I imagine they saw us as easy targets. The fact is... a lot of us are not superpowered, or even strong. A lot of us are in more danger than we pose to others.
Brian: Of your employees, some have been controversial. Tell me about Anthony Janvier, the zombie who allegedly killed an old woman and ate her brains.
L: Thanks for giving me an opportunity to further illustrate my point. Anthony was a gentle child who wouldn't hurt a soul. Even the thought that he was mildly inconveniencing someone was enough to reduce him to stammering apologies.
Brian: So you don't think there's any stock to the rumors? That he was... harmless?
L: I think that people have more active imaginations than they have common sense or observational skills. Anthony didn't stand a chance when that civilian mob gunned him down while he was working behind the counter. He was blind and frail and he couldn't move quickly enough. The idea of a zombie eating brains is just more interesting to people than the harsh reality of a faultless teenager getting killed because people were afraid, and fear made them stupid.
Brian: But scared citizens aren't the only people targeting your store or its workers. A little over a week ago, 12 individuals working together tried to burn the shop down, and several were confirmed as working for Albero's security company. Do you want to say anything about that?
L: Sure. I wouldn't hire Albero's company to keep my business safe, that's for sure. *light laughter*
Brian: That can't be all you want to say. This has cost you money, and time, and doubtless some peace of mind.
L: You want me to go off, call them [BLEEP] [BLEEP] [BLEEP] and [BLEEEEEEEP]?
Brian: Uh.
L: Because I want to. I'm furious. But if I can see that it's wrong, I'm sure the good people of Locke City can, too. This shouldn't stand, and I shouldn't have to say [BLEEEEEEEEP] to make it clear.
Brian: What exactly are you calling for, Mr. Lawliet?
L: People have to open their eyes. We work hard to fit in, make a living, help our own when we're not doing so well. Just like most of the citizens of this city, where I was born, which I love... we do our best just to get by. I'm on your side, Brian. My friends are on your side.
Brian: And your enemies?
L: With any luck, their number will be fewer after this segment has aired.
Brian: I'd like to open the lines and take a few phone calls now, Mr. Lawliet, if that's all right with you.
L: Please, Brian. Call me Lazarus.
[OOC: Got something to contribute to the segment? Sure you do. Post away in the comments and influence that media presence.]
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