Name: Alsha, apparently Official EKP Medic (so I'm told) Age: Mid-twenties... and I shall stand by that until the last possible moment in September when I can't escape the late-twenty-ismic stage any longer. Location: New Zealand. Also LJ and various other haunts on the interwebs. What position are you applying for and, in one sentence, explain why you are qualified? Change Room Monitor. I have a great and yet humbly respectful appreciation for the moments of vulnerability that happen in that poor ole 'behind the scenes' *cough* change room; and I could keep Katja's mirror twin company when it was empty and when there was need for me, why I'd be a great sage of empathy and/or smirkery as needed. You are locked in the ice rink overnight. Do you (a) call to get out (because of course you have ample minutes on your phone), (b) dramatically beat against the door as mascara tears stream from your eyes, or (c) cheerfully freeze until morning, since you know fanfic's cure for hypothermia? I'm unashamedly in the minority here. A - get me out of there. I have a deepseated hatred of the cold and nothing short of a guarantee that my heart's desire would come hypother-romanticise me back to life would make me stay a whole night in the freezer. Fandoms (in addition to AWZ, obviously): Buffy (NOT the comics), Firefly, HP (mostly my eternal love for Shoebox Project these days), Babylon 5, Sandman/Lucifer, various cult movies. And I did like Torchwood COE. The eternal teenager in me is piping up with Pern as well. Fannish activities, past/present/future (vidding, fic, meta, etc.; if you lurk, that's okay too - interested in dipping your toe into anything in the future?) Wrote a few drabbles here and there, some vid watching. Generally I'm a peripheral fan until someone whose taste I trust recs me something good. Then I'm all in there scrapping and wibbling with the best of them. Prosecco, raki, or Maximum+vodka? (Not that we encourage imbibing of alcohol while on the clock.) (Google's "define:" code comes in ever so useful) If raki resembles ouzo, I have way too many blurrily vivid associations of a shot contest in uni to go near that stuff. Bring on the Proesecco.