Q & A AMA - Carmen Sandiego

[Carmen]

If you had to pick only one word to describe yourself, what would it be?

Yes.

 

[Carmen]

What does Carmen wear when she isn't wearing the red trechcoat? Like... when she hangs around at VILE HQ or goes to dinner?

I most commonly 'hang around' in a wrapped dress and a pair of either white Converse or Superga.

Dinners depend on the occasion and location, of course.

 

[Chase]

Ask your boss. He probably knows.

(That’s a cool question I’d never have thought of, btw.)

So... this got me thinking that maybe I do know. Then I did a database search of everything you've worn that wasn't a trench coat and hat (outside of the masked gown in Blue Moon Masquerade.)

Carmen, exhibiting a modest white blouse and caramel-hued skirt, walked into an enclosed space in her wraparound platform sandals.

Dressed in black with clean solid lines, she stood in contrast to the rain of light. "There’s a piece by Ismail Shammout I wanted to see in person," Black-ribboned Atelier Versace tapped across the marble star as she took his hand, "Come, it’s on preview in one of the galleries."

Throwing a coat over her shoulders and slipping into an easy pair of white Converse, she glided silently down carpeted steps and began to shadow a new curiosity.

“Walk with me, Acton,” she led the way in a pair of white Converse with short, untied laces, “and keep up, please.”

Once she ascertained that her current ‘roomate’ was asleep, Carmen rose quietly. Her wrapped dress clung under the weight of Neb’s torpor, and she carefully maneuvered until the fabric was freed.

Once she was ready, she clipped her hair up and, in a simple wrapped dress, slipped into sandals woven with water hyacinth fibers.

In a casual cotton dress for Hawaii’s 80-degrees-Fahrenheit and a pair of white Converse, she exited the vehicle. Moving caramel-colored sunglasses up to rest on the head, she adjusted her ponytail slightly, then breathed a sigh upon observation of the person [before her].

She was punctual, as expected. In a laced dress of layered white silk, she wore Italian leather sandals whose strings climbed up her calves and ended in tassels an inch below her knees. Around her neck was a platinum band, plain, understated and hallmarked by a personal jeweler in Venice.

Outside a small, seaside bosanska kavana, or Bosnian Café, Carmen sat in a white sundress and straw hat. A light wind kissed her cheeks, and while it was cool for beach weather, she felt rather contented.

In a koi-print wrapped dress with sleeves that resembled a kimono, the incognito thief leaned into a library chair and crossed her legs. A pair of white canvas Italian Superga classics peered beneath the silk, and the jumble of knots that made its short laces fell loose as she swung her leg to a soundless rhythm.

I'm seeing a lot of sandals, but there's another pattern. Why do you not tie the laces of your sneakers?

 

[Carmen]

Anyway, Carmen, what is the kindest thing someone's ever done for you?

I'm eternally grateful for the kindness of many. I've been saved countless times by people who are either simply doing their jobs or expect nothing in return.

This may sound somewhat minor, but someone showed me how to be compassionate; that I must first give compassion to myself before I may appreciate compassion for and from others. I felt that was the kindest thing I've ever been granted.

 

[Carmen]

What’s the worst thing anyone’s done to you?

Wounding, with intent.

 

[Carmen]

Why do you not tie the laces of your sneakers?

Does this bother you?

 

[Carmen]

Speaking of Chase, when I asked him what his first impression of you was, he said that you flew completely under his radar. I am curious: what was your first impression of him? Did you have the full measure of the man at the time, or has your perception changed?

I don't think it is within the capability of our particular Chase Devineaux to drift by unnoticed, despite his attempts to downplay himself. When he enters a room, he silently owns it. When he takes part in a conversation, he gradually dominates.

I was aware of him well before we ever met.

As a young man, he was always polite, honest and apologetic but none of that stood out to me while we worked together. It may have been impossible to measure him. I lacked the experience, and he was still becoming his own man. We performed during missions. We were amicable, and no more.

After our working relationship shifted into a different territory, my perception of him began to change. It was a classic case of action speaking louder than words. Or perhaps of distance providing perspective.

I've come to note that he secretly possesses one of the biggest hearts among anyone I have ever met.

 

[Jacqueline Hyde]

I've come to note that he secretly possesses one of the biggest hearts among anyone I have ever met.

AWWWWWW. (Interestingly, this comment works both IC and OOC.)

 

[Jacqueline Hyde]

So... this got me thinking that maybe I do know.

. . .

Of course you do. Of course you do.

 

[Chase]

I've come to note that he secretly possesses one of the biggest hearts among anyone I have ever met.

At the risk of marring my robotic reputation, I will frame this. Secretly... Selectively.

AWWWWWW. (Interestingly, this comment works both IC and OOC.)

(Agreed. There's probably a huge overlap of IC/OOC in this case.)

 

[Chase]

Does this bother you?

Bothered... so much...

 

[Jacqueline Hyde]

At the risk of marring my robotic reputation, I will frame this. Secretly... Selectively.

You're selectively caring, no?