[ Opening Mingle ]

[randomly_modding]

[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.]

[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.]

Comments

[langsyne]

[ scott's looking at his own application with some skepticism. not because his employment history is questionable but rather because it's anything but - electronics technician for stark industries, founder of electrolang inc, technician and member of the fantastic four, and current leader and supervisor of the future foundation...he's certainly not at a loss for job opportunities.

but he's tried ringing the receptionist (no response), calling up jen or darla on his phone (no reception), and outright walking out of the room (damn door wouldn't budge), so it looks like he's stuck here for the time being, frustrating as that is.

might as well make some idle chit chat while he's forced to wait here.]

Judging from the service here [or complete lack thereof] they probably need whoever they can get.

[sublimating]

[he looks up at the woman, only a tiny bit sharply, and offers her a crooked grin] I suppose I might get a call-back from someone out of pure curiosity. [like, what possessed you to travel all over the world in the period of seven years? what's that like? don't your stays weirdly correspond to this list of disasters and monsters sightings in those regions?]

[hey, wait. who are you]

[conglomeration]

The chair fell over. [one might be able to see the tips of Zelgadis' ears turning red as he halfway admits to freaking out and falling over. But at least his hair seems to be getting free.] What is this place?

[And who are you? would be the next question, but even to a heartless jerk it's considered rude to say that to a guy who's helping you.]

[socrash]

[After the first five minutes, Bart has completely lost interest in his surroundings. He's already filled out his job application, read all the magazines in the waiting room, rang the receptionist bell fifty times, and had two cups of coffee piled high with cream and sugar because there was nothing else to be had.

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.]

[waytobreakithero]

[ She gives him an easy grin, which might look a bit strange amid the stray blood spatters on near her hairline -- as if she'd missed some spots when she was cleaning up -- and... red and black leather armor. ]

There's always a market for curiosities.

[franchisepirate]

[He always did strive to let his pitifulness work to his advantage.]

I suppose that depends who you mean by 'they'. Quite a few parties conspired equally in my present condition.

[sublimating]

It does look like they might be a little desperate if they can't even keep a receptionist. [he gives the desk a look, and then at the other man, measuring. but he leans back in his chair, tilting his head up]

On the other hand, it seems like they have something pretty solid to offer if they can gather a group like this here without any warning or obvious opportunity for escape. [he's noticed the lack of progress made by others]

[wildkat]

And here's me just thinking you were some kind of cosplayer! [lies] You're really not from around here, are you? I was pretty sure everyone knew what coffee is. [you'll get to try some yourself in a minute or two]

[everwalking]

[yeah, he's got sort of a Dickensian waif thing going on at the moment] [and a ponytail]

That's... what I was going to ask you. [now he is like three hundred percent sure this is some sort of trick or illusion or -- is Wisely doing this? does he have that power? he turns slowly around, narrowing his eyes with wary suspicion as he surveys the rest of the office]

[emends]

[ Lucina's having a bit of difficult concentrating on her own application with the person across from her muttering harmlessly and after a few minutes of trying to endure, she stands up and crosses over to him.

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.

[maidenlysense]

[Petunia has been in a complete dazed state during the first hour, but Allen's comment snaps her out of it. 'That depends on what country we're in' depends on what country we're in, she hadn't even thought of the possibility that she wasn't in Melbourne oh NO]

[So she slowly turns to Allen, eyes wide]

We're -- still in Australia, aren't we?

[langsyne]

Or something solid to blackmail us with.

[said straight-out, without so much as a blink. it's sad that he's used to this, sad that his original fascination and curiosity with all things new is quickly dwindling to mistrust.

and scott realizes his behavior and winces, letting out a sigh as he reaches up to rub at the bridge of his nose.]

Sorry. It's been a rough week. Year. [he offers bruce a wan smile.] I'm sure it'll be great, whatever this is.

[emends]

No, my lord. I am Ylissean.

[ Guess who has no idea what cosplayer means! At any rate, she's just answered his next question too, and patiently waits to try this mysterious "coffee". ]

[travelsized]

[this is ridiculous and completely below his station!! why is he being forced to fill out an application for a new job when he has a completely valid one right now?

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?

[everwalking]

I haven't the faintest idea. [confessing, a little heavily. nothing looks even remotely familiar. even simple things like desks look completely bizarre and foreign, like this] [he'll probably remember to introduce himself in a minute]

I just woke up here a short while ago.

[neverforgets]

[ Lavi's thinking the same thing -- familiar in the midst of so much strangeness just sets his hair on end -- but his choice of Noah culprit is different. ]

Been here a little while. [ Closes the binder slowly, watching Allen rather than their surroundings. ] You get hit with another hair-grow tonic, man?

[everwalking]

[he looks up at the girl, surprise written on his face as well. Australia? of course we're not in--] [are you a criminal]

I shouldn't think so. I've never been to Australia. You don't... Well, I suppose it may not be someplace in Europe after all. [he gives the office a deeply uncertain glance. what even is all of this stuff. and those plants aren't even real]

[maidenlysense]

Um. [She looks down at the job history section of her application which is pitifully bare, sob.]

I wrote that I was a waitress at a cafe for two months, but that's all I have... [since she was fired whoops]

[buymorelifer]

[ Chuck looks up and blinks at the woman standing in front of him. ]

Um... hi. [ Heeeeead tilt. ] How are you?

[afterthefirst]

[All Faith has done is flip through the application, crumple up the back page, and shoot it into the waste basket in the corner. She's been very productive, yes. She gives a little snicker at Chuck's job experience though, hehe]

Nerd Herd? Seriously?

[actlikealady]

[omg hearing that in his voice so much she frowns a bit; it's easier to see now that he's not injured as badly as he looks. or much at all, perhaps]

I assumed whoever abducted you were also responsible for attacking you. Are your injuries healed now?

EEEE, FAITH

[buymorelifer]

[ He looks up just in time to see the ball of paper make it into the basket.

And then she's laughing at him. ._. ]

Well, yeah. Who else would you trust to fix your computers, right? [ Ehehehe. ]

[actlikealady]

[you definitely needed the coffee] [his rapid-fire questions make her feel slow]

--Costume? [she looks down at herself. nope, she's still wearing her armor] ...You mean like the one you are wearing? [she assumes that's a costume, anyway]

[wildkat]

That's a bit of a mouthful. [good-natured] I was last in Japan. You don't know of a place called Japan, do you?

[socrash]

Mine's not a costume! [so indignant!! but that only lasts for a second before he's grinning again.] It's my superhero outfit. Y'know, to keep my identity a secret so the bad guys don't figure out who I am and come after my friends and family.

[he is so proud of this fact, yay him and his superhero identity.]

You can call me Impulse.