Questions for everyone to answer:
Where do you live? Or, if you're homeless, where do you sleep?
I live where I want to live. In my Infirmary. I cannot trust this world not to destroy what I love, therefore I will not leave it. It is not as if I could not make arrangement for more comfortable living conditions. I am Doc.
It's Apocalypse World. You have enemies. Who's the person who most wants you dead in the world, and vice versa?
I wouldn't know. Yes, people become angry that their loved one is dead, but there is nothing anyone can do. I have been threatened countless times, but I dont know anyone who would want me dead to that degree. Perhaps I healed someone that was 'meant' to be dead. Regardless, I haven't had people coming after me seeking revenge, at least I have not seen anyone.
You've all reached adulthood in Apocalypse World without blowing your own brains out, so there's something keeping you going. What is it? Hope? Bloody-minded determination? Inertia? A higher purpose?
Hope. Yes, Hope. I am hopeful that people will eventually be better. Hopeful that people will kill each other for less they an eye glance. Hopeful that there is something on the otherside, and I do not mean the Maelstrom. But hope, only kick starts the engine. It doesn't give you a 'reason' to live. It is simply a reason not to give in too early. The need to help, is what moves me forward in this shit of a world. Who is honest, kind, and willing to help a person in need, if not an Angel? Someone must give in to their fear and drop their guard if only for a moment. There are only two other reasons to live. The first is Fox. The second is Shaw. I am now responsible for them, like an older sister or a mother. If anyone were to cross Fox, they would be crossing me. It is utterly amazing how much damage an angel can actually do to a person. Who else, but an Angel actually know's what they are being injected with?
Everyone can speak to the Maelstrom. When you do so, what is it like for you?
At first it is the embodiment of fear. Have you ever had a pit in your stomach that scared you because you didn't know what was next. That is the Maelstrom. Then as it takes you deeper within your own soul it feels absolutely euphoric. The sheer knowledge it holds is beyond anything imaginable. The only thing that prevents repeated uses is the lingering fear you incur. The fear of the unknown, the fear of 'what if', the fear of the unsurmountable. But sometimes it is necessary to learn what 'is' on the otherside so that you can move forward.
How often do you kill people? If you've never done it, how have you managed that?
I am an Angel, I do not kill! Until you threaten 'mine'. Accidents DO happen. An Angel is Not a Saint.
Who would you consider your greatest friend?
Friends? I try not to attach myself and have friends. The closest thing to friends are Fox and Shaw. Though it is much safer to just keep everyone at a distance, you don't end up as broken in the end.
Tell me one thing you know for a fact about life around here?
Life is uncertain. Never assume ANYTHING will happen the way it is planned-out in your mind.
Tell me one rumour you've heard about something going on?
Rumors? Who has time for that nonsense.
Tell me one thing you've seen with your own eyes that you have no goddamn explanation for
Seen a man, pale as a ghost, with four bullets to the chest, wake up and walk around like it is nothing.
Questions for Doc Santiago:
Be honest, what's your success rate? How often do you actually get to save a life and not just make someone's last moments more comfortable?
Most things are easy and I have over a 90% success rate, but that is strictly IFF they were moderately simple fixes in the first place. I have saved dozens that seemed to be beyond help, but this is not something I could have done, as frequently, alone. I have Fox and Shaw to thank for many of my successes. My overall success rate is far below 50%, but that is what is expected out here. This is reality. For most, when they are within their last few moments, they have already past the sensation of pain. Convincing them that their lives had worth can be difficult, especially in these times...
How'd you get the infirmary wagon? Any strings attached to it?
In a poker game, how do you think? I found a small community, with a number of sick individuals. Various stages of debilitation. They had no immediate way to pay or thank me for my services, but I chose to help them anyhow. It took months, and quite a few runs to get the supplies, but eventually I cured most of them. Alas, quite a few were beyond even my abled hands. Their injuries were not from gunshots or other impailments, but simply from diseases without postitive prognoses. Overall hygeine is hard to come by, at is was more than lacking in this small community. By the end, I saved over two dozen, and was unabled only lost just over half a dozen patients. All they had was a broken down, non-functional truck and large trailer. With some time and dedication they were able to make it 'usable'. It wasn't much, but in the same breath, it was more than enough payment, even with the massive amount of time put into it (both the Angel-work and the Car-work).
You know Fox and Shaw have a thing for each other, right? Or are you totally oblivious? Does it bother you, or affect their work?
I told them when we first decided to travel together, as long their work is unaffected they are free to do whatever they wish. I try not to pay too close attention, as they are like sibling to me. Fortunately, they are still testing the waters with one another. I pray to God that it doesn't ruin their time here, that would be most undesireable.
Who do you generally offer your services to? Is there anyone you won't work for?
Anyone in need. The only people who I won't work for are those who can't appreciate my work, or those who choose to continually hurt people... I will not fix someone who only kills for the mere enjoyment.