[ 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

YAYWON...

[slim]

[thanks your mom made it for me]

Huh? [oh, he has company.] Uh, I wasn't. I was only... looking. [next time he should have his mind wander off not in front of a vending machine.]

[wildkat]

Sorry, pal. No swill served in my cafe. [the most nonchalant, hands in pockets]

Though we're not in my cafe, so I guess I could make an exception if there's some decaf in the kitchen, and you have a signed note from your doctor.

[emends]

Lucina.

[ As soon as he asks about the sword, her closest hand falls to the hilt's top in a very familiar gesture. ]

Yes. It has been my loyal companion these past years and a treasure of my family's bloodline.

[ What's that Owain would say? Something very artifical and dramatic, she'd imagine; "Curse you, swordhand, I can't control it!" For a moment, Lucina considers playing up the moment the way Owain might.

...Nah. She'd never pull it off. ]

[antiapocalypse]

[ wow, you are -- armed. Buffy approves! warily. ]

I think it's dead, but I can't promise it'll stay that way.

[slim]

[scott walks back into the waiting room and drops the clipboard with the application on an empty seat. he hasn't filled it out and probably won't.]

[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?

[wildkat]

I was! It's a little boring, though, isn't it? [he brought his clipboard into the lounge, and he nods at it. you can take a look if you'd like]

[wildkat]

[mm-hmm. he smiles at her] Best feeling in the world, human connection is.

Ya hungry?

[cleanedslate]

[ he starts to pat his pockets ] You know, I must've left it in my other suit. This isn't the one I normally wear for kidnappings.

[everwalking]

[puzzled, and he looks at it] Oh -- is that what that slot is for? You insert money into it, and the food -- comes out? [he doesn't have any money, so it's just as well]

So it's like some sort of... machine... vendor. [ :|a ]

[slim]

[looks at it too...]

Close. It's called a vending machine and you might've broken it. [sneaks a peek at that hand.] They'll probably make you pay for the damages, you know.

[everwalking]

[he turns his head to look at Tony again. look at these big gray eyes, Tony. look how innocent. is this the face of a kid who dyes his hair? and is up to his eyeballs in debt?]

Allen Walker.

1/2

[reignbringer]

[ that-- ]

Sif!

[ oh, that's... ]

[reignbringer]

[ probably terrible ]

You were captured as well?

[everwalking]

[sob] [more debt] I just thought the door was stuck... [and then he sighs]

Well, they can add it to the list. [making himself be optimistic about it. what does it matter! he'll never pay it all off anyway. he probably won't even survive!]

[sublimating]

[ruefully] It doesn't always quite work out like that. [for all that he is busily attending to his own job application]

[slim]

[raises his eyebrows wow he doesn't feel safe around you for some reason.]

You do this a lot? I mean, break things?

[sublimating]

Yeah, but it's not the field I want to go into.

I am not actually all that familiar with the taste of chloroform. [and, pointing the pen at him] This is your cue to say, neither am I.

[cleanedslate]

[ yeeeeah, definitely giving you the side eye. giant puppy dog eyes don't really have the desired effect on him, though. ]

Great to meet you. So, if I hire you, is someone gonna come by and break my kneecaps?

[cleanedslate]

[ juuuust a long enough silence to make his point ]

Who, me?

No. No, definitely not. [ beat ] I've heard that tequila is not completely dissimilar.

[antiapocalypse]

A lot of my dreams are actually visions of the future. Which... only makes this more depressing.

all my tags will be written through tears, jsyk

[langsyne]

[Scott sees her before he hears her, having finally finished the godawful job application in his hand.

His reaction is pretty simple, all things considered.

He's lost it. Completely lost it. He already thought he'd lost everything after—after all that, but apparently he'd still had his mind to lose because there is no way she's sitting here in front of him, frowning, breathing, talking. Not after he spent half a year wishing and crying and begging desperately for some way to get her back. This has to be a joke, some sick joke by some twisted asshole who thinks they can make him suffer just because he's in charge of the Fantastic Four now. Which, by the way, was something he never even wanted to do.

The clipboard goes clattering to the floor and he's advancing on her now, hand outstretched accusingly and voice full of anger and shock and pain. Scott's so so tired of being manipulated.]

I don't know who the hell you are or what you're doing here, but you need to get out.

[actlikealady]

Better. [with confidence, although she turns, arms folding over her chest, considering Hawke again] Though perhaps you might have different standards than those I am familiar with.

[yourdoom]

[ this is an extremely imposing man, in a suit of armor that completely covers his skin, strolling down the hallway.

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. ]

[actlikealady]

Compared to you, certainly. [tossing her hair back] What are you -- fifty? [Sif: expert human age guesser]

HOW DID YOU KNOW

[benriyas]

[wow!!]

The kind of looking where you're not really looking, but staring off into space? [not that he thinks there's something wrong with that, he understands. sometimes u just gotta look at vending machines]