[ 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

[waytobreakithero]

[ Decides to stop conversing with him while making him crane his neck and claims the chair beside him. Leather and a little mail and two wicked-looking daggers strapped to her back are on full display before she drops into the seat. ]

Don't you approve? It's my favorite uniform.

[ But, she pulls off one not-quite-clean glove and offers her hand. ] My name's Hawke, by the way.

[cleanedslate]

[ it's not the waking-up-at-work that bothers him, and definitely not the waking-up-in-a-sitting-position either. one of his first commercial prototypes was a keyboard you can sleep on comfortably, without getting a crick in your neck or waking up with keyboard face; unfortunately it was too impractical (heavy if produced cheaply, too expensive if made to his preferred specs), so it was never actually put on the market. he still used it himself through high school, though.

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.

[waytobreakithero]

[ Watching the very able-bodied woman prowl around with some amusement. Leaning against one wall. ]

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?

[wildkat]

What can I say? I just get a warm squishy feeling when I do something to better humanity. [amiably. he pries open a container of tupperware and considers the contents. some form of pasta]

You don't know that feeling, Legs?

[buymorelifer]

[ He's never been so scared by a woman before.

At least, not since freshman year of college. But thank God none of those girls ever had a sword. ]

Y, you're pretty strong, aren't you? [ Don't tear his arms off, Fezzik! ]

[everwalking]

What kind of salary.

[you have the attention of... this weird-looking kid]

[buymorelifer]

[ IN A WAY SHE IS. ]

... [ A definite pause as the wheels turn in his head. ]

You're not kidding. [ HUH. ] You're really like some kind of fantasy person, aren't you.

[everwalking]

You don't know how to work these either? [sympathetic. he steps up next to Scott, and says helpfully] They have food inside them. You just need to open the door--

[and he reaches out with one clawed dark red hand and grips the door and yanks it right open]

[benriyas]

[what a lady, she's a real looker. He observes her various attempts with interest, ticking off each and every escape route from the list in his head as she goes through them. For his part, Worick did try breaking one of the windows, but the attempt went as well as expected. Well, if he can't leave, then he might as well socialize. He leans against the kitchen counter and props a cigarette into his mouth, while holding out the open carton for Sif.]

Feel like having a smoke?

[emends]

Lucina, [ she provides, forgoing all the titles that might otherwise be associated. His name reminds her a bit of Chon'sin, and Say'ri's people, and for a brief moment she wonders if there's a connection there. ]

Were you instructed to complete an examination as well?

EEEE YAYWON!!

[buymorelifer]

[ no u mean buy more ]

Um... [ Awkward laugh. ] God, I hope not. That'd be a real step down, even for me. [ Eyes the application suspiciously. ]

I was hoping they had an IT department. Maybe something with cubicles... health benefits... [ Not another retail chain. ;o; ]

[buymorelifer]

[ Laughs! Though he has heard that joke before... ]

What were you calling us before? [ Us, probably. Because you're clearly not a nerd. You look like you have a real job, and stuff. ]

[emends]

[ Fantasy person? DOES HE KNOW ABOUT HER TIME TRAVELING? Oh, Naga — ]

I am as real as you, sir. Flesh and bone.

[ There. A nice, safe answer. ]

/STARES AT

[benriyas]

[Worick peers into the glass next to him, ARE THERE ANY CIGARETTES... before casually looking over at Scott. hehe nice spandex scott]

S'always hard to choose what you want, huh.

[cleanedslate]

Definitely seem to recall a certain amount of desperation being involved.

[ just sayin'. he's peering over your shoulder, by the way. ]

[cleanedslate]

Depends on experience. [ cheerfully. what could a banana cost, michael? ten dollars? ]

[benriyas]

[sorry is this a non-smoking area? is it?? well it doesn't matter now because Worick's lighting up and introducing toxins into your bodies, like the great guy he is.]

[His job application is half-filled, and if you casually glance it over, you'll see a few messy crossed out lines of ASSASSINATION, BLACKMAIL underneath 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.]

[sublimating]

The ones I've heard most often is "a convention of nerds" or "an awkward of nerds", but I've always preferred "a zoo of nerds".

[how's that for nerd cred: he knows and employs the origin of the term 'nerd'. he is looking down at the application again, though. references... he's pretty sure Tony would give him a reference. could he ask Fury for one? why is he even thinking this through]

[antiapocalypse]

[ Slayer reflexes have her almost falling out of her seat in surprise, but they also kick in to help her recover!

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.

[sublimating]

...Bruce... Banner. [he shifts to offer her a hand. sure, why not. he decides to use his full name just to see if she recognizes it, but he's already asking, a bit awkwardly] So, what do you -- do, exactly, Miss Hawke? If you don't mind rehashing it from your application.

[sublimating]

[pushing himself up on one shoulder, lips quirking up reluctantly] Now that you mention it, I think that might have been a subject of discussion. I wasn't... exactly planning to put it on my resume.

[buymorelifer]

[ His jaw.






Is on the floor. ]

Yes please Mr. Stark or agent of Mr. Stark please hire me. Chloroform is fine if you want I don't mind.

[reignbringer]

[ did you ask for an enormous blond god throwing his chair against the wall and bellowing? because that's what you got! ]

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! ]

[waytobreakithero]

[ Well, well, look who decided to show up. He's like an un-horned, rabid Arishok. With hair. Her daggers stay in their sheathes for now, but she palms a miasmic flask, in case things get really ugly. ]

That was my favorite chair.

[cleanedslate]

[ oh awesome it's one of these! it's cool, maintain eye contact, don't stop smiling. ]

The chloroform thing was a joke. I actually prefer not exposing anyone to any hazardous chemicals. Two feet firmly on the wagon these days!

[ he extends a hand, super smooth ]

I'm gonna assume I'd be more recognizable with the sunglasses and a supermodel on each arm, but I'm trying to cut back on that, too. [ if he actually knew you, he'd make a joke about the ole ball and chain, but he doesn't, and everything here is incredibly suspect, so he keeps Pepper out of it ]