[ 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

i know, just-- just take it in, breathe...it'll be okay

[scealu]

[ illyria's really good at staring contests. she thinks now is a good time to show buffy that! ]

[cleanedslate]

[ what, really? his lips twitch, then he spreads his hands ]

You caught me. Our hiring process at Stark Industries is very elaborate. Around 40% of our GDP actually goes to stalking promising candidates and then kidnapping them in the dead of night and issuing vague threats until they fill out applications. Apparently that's not industry standard? I keep hearing about something called "craigslist"...

[scealu]

What aliens? [ man she's rude. ]

[cleanedslate]

[ music is also math! ]

Well, I didn't actually choose the name. It was never made out of iron. Gold-titanium alloy. Lighter and stronger and more flexible than iron.

[ here's the wind up....! ]

[cleanedslate]

[ he shuts his eyes at the touch and leans into her hand, just a little.

maybe a bit of a moment. ]

*all come out of one maw or another /sobs

[cleanedslate]

Okay, I guess I can't speak for all of them. Nothing like a little asexual cell division to take the maw right out of the equation.

But that'd still be pretty comfortably gross, on a big enough scale.

[actlikealady]

Of course it is. Iron is not impressive enough for you. [hands on her hips]

[cleanedslate]

I threw in some red. [ just sayin' ]

But, yeah. It's a suit. Of armor, although definitely not in your sense of the word. [ indicating her vaguely ] More with the full-body coverage thing.

Oh, and it can fly.

[antiapocalypse]

I think I liked the waxy. [ earnestly ] [ she dimly recalls! ]

<3

[antiapocalypse]

[ aaaaand being stared at. well, let's see how her 'name recognition' is holding up with monsters. not so great with gods so far! ]

I'm the Slayer.

[antiapocalypse]

It's more the general kind of you. Like, you guys. [ vague. how does English work?? ]

[onehotpepper]

[quietly, for your ears only] We'll make it okay. Whatever this is.

[cleanedslate]

Stop stealing my lines.

[ he loves you ]

[onehotpepper]

[she sets the clipboards aside and slides both her arms around him, the tension leaving her shoulders with the shift.]

she loves you, too.]

[promisebreaker]

Time? Uhm...I wouldn't say fear.

[Illyria. You. Are. Weird. This is obvious by the look on Peter's face.]

[promisebreaker]

I--I--I [He's already shaking his head.] I don't know. I--everything. Getting you involved in what happened. [He swallows hard.] Your dad. [It's a very quiet statement. He is sorry for not being fast enough to save Captain Stacy. He is sorry for putting her father in that position to begin with. He is sorry for so many things.]

[promisebreaker]

[Peter snorts at that.] Yeah, 'cause you don't have people lined up to work at Stark Industries and trust me, you don't want craigslist.

[promisebreaker]

You must be a big fan of those wax bottles with the kool aid inside. [He's still grinning like a doof] And candles. You know they don't taste like what it says on the tin, right? S'mores candle is never gonna cut it.

[Pause]

Now I want S'mores.

[howbigcanitbe]

Okay, so let's see if we can get out of here.

[Hellboy stands up and moves over to the wall. He raises his rock fist and hits the wall with it.]

[howbigcanitbe]

[Hellboy seems to consider this for a moment. Yeah that would be pretty awful.] One time, I got blinding drunk, ruined a whole family reunion. [He looks over at Bruce] Not mine. Turns out, kids bouncy castle really does have a weight limit.

[cleanedslate]

I don't think we make them actually line up, but you'd have to ask HR. [ or Pepper, who will want to meet you later. ]

[confiscate]

[ Like deflating a balloon, all the tension slowly eases from her face.

It's not like she isn't sad about her father. Of course she is. Anything less would be -- unthinkable. But, that's not why she's upset at Peter, not by a long shot. He doesn't get that. ...He always was so wrapped up in his head, she was afraid he couldn't see what was going on around him. Maybe it's true in a way she never expected. ]

Hey. [ She steels herself. ] Look at me.

[criminalmastermind]

A genetic mutation? Not something anyone installed? [Yeah, he's started prying. Might as well go all out.]

[criminalmastermind]

Oh. What kind of crimes DO you fight, then?

[emends]

[ Lucina can't help but look slightly deflated to get such a mundane answer. Not that she's unappreciative of his willingness to explain. ]

And this is common for the time you're from, as well?