Q1: The Sovereign of Bedlam A gender-fluid being with a patchwork face that shifts and changes due to whim? mood? situation? caprice? No one is quite certain. They are dressed in a pastiche of styles from across time… think goth-new wave-punk-plus. A frock coat adorned with a myriad of contradictory pin-back buttons (which also change from time to time). A medieval codpiece over a garbage bag skirt. A black fedora with a pink ostrich feather in the band. Latex surgical gloves. Red calf-high platform boots. One knee-high rainbow sock and one thigh-high fishnet stocking. A chunky charm necklace… you get the idea. They delight in throwing monkey wrenches, sabots and gum. If anything can go wrong, they’ll try and make sure it does – in the most absurd, unexpected way possible. They view absolutes as a challenge (i.e. Unsinkable Titanic), and are most pleased when the thing that couldn’t possibly go wrong does (but her emails!). But they’ll settle for little bits of unexpected randomness and anarchy happening in everyday life (like: you have been chosen as the kitten’s personal human, or the dryer ate one sock).