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[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.]

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[Hellboy is tipped back in his chair, the back of the chair against the wall, legs out straight and ankles crossed. His rock hand is down by his side while his other hand is flat on his chest. He mumbles something in his sleep about pancakes and cats then snorts and sits upright, nearly taking out the potted plant next to him in the process and dumping the application clipboard that's in his hand to the floor.

He wipes the drool off his chin, blinks and takes a good look around the office waiting room.]

Oh Hell. Manning is going to have my ass.

[ don't stare don't stare don't stare...

oh my god you're staring and he's looking at you. smile -- don't do it like you're scared! just...be cool, jelly bean. ]

Uhh, you dropped your clipboard.

[ just reach over and hand it to the big scary demon guy. because you make great life choices. ]

Yeah. Yeah. I'm ugly. Get a new insult. [It's a grumbled, gut reaction from her stare. After a moment, he blinks, realizing that she was polite and she's now holding out his clip board for him]

Uhm...thanks. [He's going to stare now and take the clipboard from her.]

[ at first, she's obviously startled-slash-confused. then charlie registers the meaning behind the demonguy's response and smirks. just a little... ]

Actually, I'm kind of fond of red. [ then she points to the corner of her mouth. ] You've got a little, uh... [ hellboy? more like droolboy -- ha! how's that for an insult? ]

[He glances to her hair and tries to decide if she's joking or not, then she brings to attention his drool.] Huh? oh. [He wipes that away with his rock hand.]

Thanks.

Hellboy. What's your name?

Charlie.

[ OMG. how did she not recognize him? ...is this real life? seriously charlie, you need to chill out. all you have to do is pretend he's just a normal demon, right? just your average joe waking up in a strange place.

he's really no different from her. ]

So. This is pretty weird, huh?

[ oh yeah. smooth. you're a regular conversationalist. ]

Good to meet you. [It's sort of a grunt. He's not sure about these circumstances, not to mention that he doesn't have much experience socializing.

Right. No different at all.]

You can say that again. Just waiting for Manning to figure out I'm missing and come ream me a new one.

[Yet he doesn't seem that upset.]

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

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

That your boss or something?

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

Tough job.

[ ohgod. charlie gasps and puts a hand over her mouth. ]

I mean-- not that I think-- [ she is such a horrible person. one with a beet-red face. ] I'm so sorry!

[Dean was slumbering peacefully, slumped uncomfortably in a chair in a very unattractive slouch. He wakes up slowly as if he'd been drugged, groaning and wincing when he moves and that kink in his neck makes itself known. He blinks, shaking off the drowsy feeling and straightens his back.

It's right about then he realizes that it's just a little too chilly and a little too bright with artificial light to be where he remembered falling asleep. He snaps up, alert and turns his eyes around the waiting room only to stop short on the big, red THING over to one side, catty-corner to where he's sitting now.

It startles him to say the least and he's up out of his chair, knocking it over in a clatter, fumbling for weapons that aren't in his jacket or tucked into his pants anymore. He looks around at the people staring at him funny and he's beginning to believe he's the only one that sees the big red guy.

He's unarmed, in a public place with a giant monster that only he can see. Yeah. This'll be lots of fun.]

[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.]

[Alright Dean, play it cool. He breathes a sigh, ignoring the monster for now and stooping to pick up the things he dropped. He'll right his chair but he's not going to sit, he'll wander over closer to Hellboy. All the while his mind is clicking away to how he can get this guy away from innocent people.

He takes a seat, looks over the application and then another swipe around the room. The hell was this? Why--

Nevermind. He gets a pen and pretends to fill things out. All fake information obviously.]

Alright. What the hell are you? [Lets see if the monster is chatty.]

[ Venturing back into the waiting room from the kitchen area (no ale, pointless to stay) just in time to notice his waking. And she stares at him.

... a very unique Saarebas? Nothing like Ketojan, save for the horns. Oh, what was it that Fenris said... ]

Anaan esaam Qun.

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.]

[ She's surprised at the reply. So, he's either a Qunari not at all familiar with the Qun... or he's something else entirely. ]

I was actually trying to ask if you were rigid and dogmatic and prone to re-education through force. [ Grins. ] You may be, still, but at least not in the way I've been used to seeing it. Apologies.

[ and behind door number three...]

Well you got the last one right. [As many people who work with him will attest. The dogmatic part...not usually.]

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Best. Coincidence.

Agreed :D