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randomizing2013-06-10 11:28 am
randomly_modding) wrote in randomizing2013-06-10 11:28 am
[ Opening Mingle ]
[Everyone will wake up suddenly, as if having drifted off -- while sitting upright in an uncomfortable office chair. In one hand they're holding the communicator, and in their lap is propped a clipboard with a job application (standard, looking something like this; it requests up to ten years of job history, ) and a pen. The waiting room is also fairly standard, except for being empty.]
[The communicator's lock screen reads, Complete the job application. Time limit, twenty-four hours.]
[There are magazines, fake plants, and computers. There's a staff lounge with food -- tupperware that might have belonged to some of these nonexistent workers, popcorn and cocoa packets, vending machines -- and restrooms. There are exits, but characters will be unable to use them... or make their own, or escape in any way.]
[The communicator's lock screen reads, Complete the job application. Time limit, twenty-four hours.]
[There are magazines, fake plants, and computers. There's a staff lounge with food -- tupperware that might have belonged to some of these nonexistent workers, popcorn and cocoa packets, vending machines -- and restrooms. There are exits, but characters will be unable to use them... or make their own, or escape in any way.]
[So the characters are stuck here, until tomorrow morning. Set up a comment telling everyone what your character is doing, and thinking, whether they're obeying the task or not, at any time during the day. Then tag other people! Be sure to check back later in the week, when people are encouraged make threads for the evening as well as the day! Characters that have been claimed are also welcome at this point to join the community, and will be able to make their own posts, which can be tagged by anyone taking part in the event.]
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[...When she gets bored of this, she is going to help herself to the contents of the kitchen.]
((ooc: Feel free to assume she's doing just about everything involved in "trying to escape", or you can tag her while she's in the kitchen, trying to find something that looks edible. It's safe to assume she's not in the best of moods, and is most certainly not interested in a job application.))
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He is currently, to say the least, a hyperactive ball of spazz.]
Hey cool, nice costume! Did you make it yourself? I didn't realize it was Halloween already but time always passes so slowly, I don't know how you guys manage to do it.
[The downside of being a speedster.]
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Well, now we know neither lockpicks nor brute strength will budge that door. [ She broke one of her favorite picks a little earlier. Might also be checking her out. Just a very little bit. ]
Should we try knocking next?
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[after he's done with his application he flips through a few magazines, and then decides it's time to bring his magic to the kitchen, and shoves his long, lanky body out of his chair, rubbing the back of his neck]
Hey, look at all us hard workers! Who's ready for a coffee break? [comfortably. he makes a positively divine cup of coffee, you guys...!]
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It's not a real break unless there's pizza.
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He's having trouble. :(
He's also wherever the person he's speaking to is! ]
Hey! Sorry, but if you don't mind me asking, what did you put down for your job history?
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he's saved from having to fill the rest of out it by a dude with the long scarf, though from the scowl on mushu's face, he's not happy about any of this.]
Fa family guardian. And the best guardian there ever was too. [if he does say so himself.] Why?
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He completely ignores the "job application" once it's been skimmed, though the communicator gets a bit more scrutiny. It goes in his pocket for now, as he gets up and explores the place. If a battered-looking young man with an eyepatch opening all the drawers and cupboards seems odd, he doesn't seem to care.
Eventually, he runs out of places to snoop, and parks himself on top of the desk with a very thick-looking binder of paper. The side of the binder reads "Q4 Report". ]
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...Lavi?
[no, that's not possible. that's ridiculous. right?]
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Lucina may have broken it.
Care to help her out? She's muttering, flicking switches and occasionally frowning down at the half spilled bag of coffee ground. ]
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Hey there, Missy. You look like you're havin' some trouble. Want a hand with that? [he's politely not commenting on the fact that you're obviously not modern]
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[he gets up to make a quick survey of the place, searching for anyone, anything, familiar, but eventually he investigates the communicator in his hand, and then settles back down to frown at the job application. five minutes later, he is deeply embroiled in it, muttering to himself]
What do they consider a "felony"? They really need to be more specific... That depends on what country we're in.
[would you like to say hello to one of the weirdest-looking people int he room?]
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[ Yomi wastes no time invading his personal space to peek over his shoulder at his application. She's got a friendly enough face and a perfectly human soul, so there's no need to be afraid... unless she decides you're adorable, Allen. ]
The seven deadly sins might be a good start.
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[but he's pretty calm about the whole thing, really. lucky for you.]
[right now, he's more interested in the application. he hasn't filled one out in a long time, and he's amused to note how terrible his job history is after 'nuclear physicist' didn't work out for him. only ever a few months at a time, in random countries across the globe...]
Someone would have to be pretty desperate to hire this guy. [to no one in particular]
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Or, someone might need a person with a diverse history of employment.
[ Hi, she likes to sneak up on people. ]
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[The least the afterlife could have done is put him in a decently put-together shirt. His tattered black pirate's shirt is in just the shape he... died in, so to speak, giant holes and blood and the whole mess. Unfortunate, that.]
[It's an old reflex to blindly follow instructions, but a flash of indignation has Westley deciding that if he's going to suffer being killed by that blundering wart he'll do as he wishes. He rises from the chair and makes use of his time trying to find the exit. Or someone he can charm and/or threaten into returning him to where he belongs. His true love awaits him.]
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What did they do to you? [closing the distance between them]
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/extra bbs for you
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Or until Casey or Sarah show up to rescue him. He hasn't flashed on anything, yet, but that doesn't mean he won't. Even so, he keeps checking The Governor every so often, taking comfort in the last thing his father had given him. ]
Experience... Buy More, Burbank, California. Nerd Herd Team Member. [ Talking to himself as he writes. ] Five years experience...
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With her somewhat archaic, fanciful style of clothing and the sword belted to her hip, she looks more like an RPG character than someone he'd encounter at the super market. ]
Pardon me, sir.
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EEEE, FAITH
EEEE CHUCK!!
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drops this off!!! then zooms to last errand
[in a slight daze, scott wanders into the staff lounge, clipboard and communicator held tightly with both hands. he's not... exactly sure what to make of the situation. one minute he'd been sitting in the blackbird heading for new york city and the next--well. he's staring down a vending machine.]
[no, like--seriously just staring at it. not moving much, just standing there with the two given items in his hands, and being lost in deep thought. probably a little weird.]
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[and he reaches out with one clawed dark red hand and grips the door and yanks it right open]
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/STARES AT
YAYWON...
HOW DID YOU KNOW
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are you drowning in tags yet
NO :D
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so yeah, he finds a lot of the elements of this set up familiar: suddenly waking up in his chair, at work.
but for Tony Stark, "at work" doesn't mean office building. it definitely doesn't mean "incredibly generic office building, circa 1997".
and there are things in his hands, which means someone has been handing him things while he was asleep and defenseless. not cool. they have now been dropped unceremoniously.
standing up, and projecting his voice around the room for anyone remotely interested! ]
Attention, fellow kidnapees! I know it's a rough economy out there, so if anyone is really this desperate for a job, Stark Industries is now hiring. We offer a very competitive benefits package, and I think I can virtually guarantee no chloroform. Unless you're into that sort of thing.
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[you have the attention of... this weird-looking kid]
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/slides in here; I couldn't wait any longer
/come on in, the water's fine!
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[His job application is half-filled, and if you casually glance it over, you'll see a few messy crossed out lines of
ASSASSINATION,BLACKMAILunderneath the job history section as well as 'construction work' and 'amusement park mascot' and then in bold, JACK OF ALL TRADES. That should sum it up neatly.]no subject
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then she has to glance around to see if anyone noticed her momentary total failure of grace. "just a bad dream" is almost out of her mouth, this has happened so many times in class--
--and only then does she actually start to process her surroundings.
okay, this is actually... different.
she looks down at the job application, then mutters ]
I thought the nightmare was supposed to end when you woke up.
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What manner of treachery is this?
[ canon point: immediately post-The Avengers. so he is kind of missing one prisoner and one cosmic cube.
it's not a great day! ]
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That was my favorite chair.
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fhskdj <3
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Just what happened to everyone? To-- to my dad...
[Did she really lose him all over again? ... She has no idea just how backwards she has it, unfortunately.]
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[but when he makes his way to the front desk (maybe if he rings the bell enough times, something will happen), he immediately freezes when he sees the condition of the girl nearby. the tattered remains of her costume has him reaching for a jacket that isn't there, so he opts to carefully move toward her, his shielded eyes searching her face.]
Excuse me, sorry, but--are you hurt anywhere?
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all my tags will be written through tears, jsyk
that's okay i didn't need my heart anyway
it's okay neither of us do
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he did not fill out the insulting job application; he is, however, prodding the communication device.
something about his sweeping presence probably makes you want to stay out of his way, and if he catches sight of you, he will stare
with the intensity
of a thousand suns. ]
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[even though it's really obvious]
[Petunia is pointedly looking the other way, let this be a battle of wills!!]
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Very...
[Well, honestly it looks like home. Some boring office building on the core0.] Very mundane. [With a puzzled look, he turns to look at his application.]
[His mind immediately latches onto the paperwork, grateful for a symbol of organization and order.] This is a... job application? [What's going on? Had his parents been right?]
[Maybe there was no Serenity, no getting chased by feds across the galaxy. Maybe he'd gone and seen River and she'd been totally normal -- for River, anyway -- but the stress of his job had been too much. Hallucinations. Maybe that was the most logical explanation. Otherwise, he'd... what? Been captured by the Alliance and subjected to some new kind of boredom torture?]
[If this is real, his sitting in this place must mean he's lost his job with the hospital. If not... well, who knows what. Either way, it may be prudent to wait to write down all his personal information. ] Uh, excuse me! [He puts a hand up in the air for attention.] Is there anyone here who can assist me?
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Hmm.
[ Stares harder. She maybe feels like she should be stretching. Arms go up over her head, one-two, one-two... ]
Hmmmmmm.
[ Duelist doesn't seem like an appropriate "job" to put down somewhere. ]
Hmmmmmmmm.
/throws new buffy icons at
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It's not a hard application; it's just that there's a lot to notice in the office and he's not sure he wants to work the mail room. He knows that's where a lot of people get their start, but he kind of thought that he'd be an intern or a lab assistant, something more related to the science end of things. After a few more moments, he lays the clipboard to the side and goes to explore. If he can find a scientist, maybe he can talk his way into a job.]
Somehow I don't think I'm going to need twenty-four hours to finish this...
[He wanders down the hall, poking his head into the break room. Ooooh! Food.
And just like that, Peter is sidetracked. He's starving, but then he's a teenage boy with a spider's metabolism. He's always starving.]
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it is mildly nauseating. ]
Gluttony was not part of the directive.
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Hope you don't mind a belated tag!
Never ever
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He wipes the drool off his chin, blinks and takes a good look around the office waiting room.]
Oh Hell. Manning is going to have my ass.
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oh my god you're staring and he's looking at you. smile -- don't do it like you're scared! just...be cool, jelly bean. ]
Uhh, you dropped your clipboard.
[ just reach over and hand it to the big scary demon guy. because you make great life choices. ]
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Best. Coincidence.
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for hours, the godking simply
poutsglares at this ... job application. there was a time her job was-- well, you get it by now. blah blah omnipotence blah blah quivering ewes at her feet.perhaps she should be grateful that her worshipers never thought to stump her with paperwork... ]
/hi hi hi
Problems?
oooh :DDD
<3 she's from season 5 at the veeery beginning so the whole concept of gods is a little weird but
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/and also hi
stop, you'll make me flail!
well it's WAY too late for that on my end
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Only she's run into a snag.]
I-- I don't have ten years of work. Would cooking and cleaning count? [All she's ever had is a part time job for after school as a janitor.]
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...I guess? I mean, in your case you were hired as a housekeeper, weren't you?
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The whole thing takes about an hour to fill out, after which time Pepper finally looks up at the other people in the room, who had as yet been unable to distract her. Now that she thinks on it, it's a bit weird for a CEO to be filling out an application for a job that she doesn't know a thing about. Judging from this pool of people it's attracted, though, it's liable to be anything.
Good thing working for Tony all these years has prepared her for that.
Frowning at the clipboard, she sighs. Stranger things have happened, after all.]
I'm out but I needed to phone tag
[he hasn't met her yet. he was about an hour short of meeting her. but he still feels a little awkward approaching her]
Ah, Miss... Potts?
:3
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dw rp is the best. editable comments, icon keyword renaming... sjfldksj
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