[ 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

[cleanedslate]

True. [ modesty? is that like a salad dressing? ] But if it weren't, I'd feel so much less special. Can't have that.

[actlikealady]

[frankly] If you have single-handedly repelled the star-faring savages from the Badoon worlds over this last millennium or so, I apologize for your trouble, and applaud your industry. As far as I was aware, the threat of Asgard's armies has kept them from slaughtering their way into the territory under our protection ever since they saw what we did to the frost giants who dared invade your planet.

[actlikealady]

[huh. she didn't realize... she looks up again] In that case, we should be sure to give our captors a welcome when they come to visit us. [grimly. she'll show them it was a mistake to leave them their weapons]

[actlikealady]

Ah, so you've heard the stories. [pleased. you're all knowledgeable about things, Chuck] I was beginning to think they had faded from human memory. It has been some time.

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[cleanedslate]

[ first class, and it comes with free drinks. ]

Stanford. [ correcting comfortably. let's have no more talk of Cornell, okay? ] Good school. [ he leans back on his hands ] And who needs Harvard, right?

No MIT? [ Stanford ranks better overall, but MIT's got it beat in biochemistry and molecular biology. plus, alma mater. respect. etc. ]

[ladything]

I think you're safe on that one, actually.

[ safe being probably not the best word but hey, whatever. ]

That your boss or something?

[scealu]

[ what. ]

I fail to see how one has to do with the other.

[ not that she ca-- oh, you get it. ]

[fanboyisms]

[Same for you, right? Except he was alive and well back home, and unless he had a freak accident with a toaster, he was pretty sure that's how he is right now. While for Cassie-- she-- The shock slowly ebbs away, and the relief finally floods him as he moves to give her the biggest hug he can manage at the moment, finally giving in to whatever this is. He doesn't even care if it's real or fake, Cassie's alive and he had missed her and the wave of guilt hasn't left but she's here and right now that mattered the most in the world.]

You're okay! You're here and-- [He takes a deep breath, trying to keep in mind what she said. He wonders if that meant she didn't know what happened to her. Would people who die know they did in that situation.] I, sort of yeah. I'm so glad to see you, Cassie.

[actlikealady]

Why would I joke on a topic like this? At a time like this?

[actlikealady]

And I am Sif. It will be considerably more of one, should we have the opportunity to actually free ourselves. [another glance at him, measuring, before she moves ahead, resuming her circuit of the walls] Are you armed?

sjlkdsfj I MEANT OUT ON A LIMB not a ledge!

[cleanedslate]

Yeah? It doesn't so much sound like you're the one who's got something to apologize for.

[ smooth ] Whatever anyone else's been telling you.

[howbigcanitbe]

Yup. Warms it, cooks it. Occasionally explodes it.

[ignore the popping sounds as chili splatters on the microwave because what? use a napkin to cover the top. That's for losers.]

[everwalking]

You know, I'm really not sure... It looks like some of -- workplace? With all these desks, and I suppose these machines are part of their work... [whatever they might do]

Do you recognize anything like this? [he holds up the communicator in one hand]

[howbigcanitbe]

[Hellboy looks up when Dean fumbles and knocks over his chair. ]

Take a picture. It'll last longer. Hell, I'll even sign it for you. [It's a grumbled sort of response.]

[cleanedslate]

[ smooth ] Sure, why not. [ it looks like a hospital waiting room as much as anything else. ]

And that's great, because I'm really not that kind of doctor. [ cheerful ] First or second in your class, by any chance?

[everwalking]

[what!! you can't fool him, you said something alarming! he shifts to the edge of his seat, concerned] Lavi! Are you all right? You feel okay? [he's already asked this but he's forgotten in light of new knowledge why maybe you shouldn't feel all right]

[howbigcanitbe]

Anung-an-rama, if you wanna get technical about it, but that ain't a name I really care much for.

[He's used to being stared at and normally he'd toss out some sort of biting remark about it, but the words she says are similar enough to his real name that it gets his attention.]

[everwalking]

[he probably would get around to helping you... make coffee in a pot on the stove. but you know what he's going to do instead?]

[take everything out of the refrigerator]

[cleanedslate]

[ yeeeeeeah. that's, like, a 4. at best. ]

Well, I make things that run on electricity. [ amusing himself ] And, occasionally, nuclear fusion. [ let's see how blank a face can get ]

[howbigcanitbe]

FBI in charge of the BPRD. He's the guy that's supposed to keep me invisible

[promisebreaker]

[Maybe it's not a glamorous story, but it tells a lot about Bruce and the kind of person he is. It makes Peter like him.]

No, but...at least you did something with yourself. I think that's--that's really cool.

[sublimating]

That's... [he's not sure how to respond to that!] Well, at least you -- got better. Death is usually pretty final, and things rarely get better after that.

[promisebreaker]

[Smiling is good. He'll smile like a dork right back.]

I think that's kind of their right, isn't it? [They can have a discussion about parent issues. He's got lots in regards to his parents leaving him behind even if he knows he was better off for it.]

[sublimating]

Dragon lairs... or sewers. [mm...hmm. jokes] I suppose "fantasy sanitation worker" is an important job too.

[and why shouldn't they be in massive leather armor and wielding arm-length daggers]

[promisebreaker]

N-no. I mean...I thought about MIT. MIT is a great school. [Obviously] I just--I can't leave my aunt alone in New York City.

[He grins a little.] You kidding? You can buy your way into Harvard. Who needs that?