[ 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

[scealu]

[ time limit? eons ago, she commanded time. space tore before her will, the rats of reality scurrying before her flooding footprints.

for hours, the godking simply pouts glares at this ... job application. there was a time her job was-- well, you get it by now. blah blah omnipotence blah blah quivering ewes at her feet.

perhaps she should be grateful that her worshipers never thought to stump her with paperwork... ]

/hi hi hi

[antiapocalypse]

[ eyeing you for potential staking ]

Problems?

oooh :DDD

[scealu]

[ she knows she's just that beautiful. it's okay. ]

Yes.

[ good job, illyria. upholding the notorious skill of hellgods to be be completely unyielding... ]

<3 she's from season 5 at the veeery beginning so the whole concept of gods is a little weird but

[antiapocalypse]

...Great. I was just taking a survey, so my job is done here.

[ she comes a little closer, though ]

that's okay, illryia will totally break her in gently... >>

[scealu]

[ it takes a moment, but illyria smirks. sarcasm from the little blonde talker, hmm? ]

And yet you persist.

[ her smirk remains. ]

that's what they all say!!!

[antiapocalypse]

Let's just say that you look a little weird. [ blunt, she knows ] Weird is kind of my business.

well, she means it -- it's just that her idea of gentle is very not

[scealu]

I do not tolerate scrutiny lightly. [ however... ] You will clarify your 'business.'

whaaaaat i'm shocked. shocked i tell you!

[antiapocalypse]

[ her lips turn up at the corners ]

So. The word "please" is right out, isn't it.

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! ]

/and also hi

[cleanedslate]

[ kind of squinting for a long beat, then: ] Well, you're definitely an improvement on the last aliens I saw.

[ one of them, anyway. Thor's a tiny bit prettier ]

stop, you'll make me flail!

[scealu]

[ she stops staring at the paper, instead choosing to inspect tony. she's confused about two things -- one is that anyone would have to express that she is an improvement. the other? ]

Alien. A very human ideal.

well it's WAY too late for that on my end

[cleanedslate]

Yeah, I know. Kind of self-centered of us, really. We're all alien to each other. Not so different, you and me.

The whole nine.

So how about we just go for: "not from around here".

then allow me to join you!

[scealu]

If my assumptions are correct, neither of us are from around here.

[ she moves closer to tony. better to asses you, my dear. ]

<3<3

[cleanedslate]

[ that puts his hair on end a little, but he holds still. watching her. ]

Yeah, you're probably right about that. But when I say "here", I really mean Earth. [ -19999, that is. ]

[scealu]

I was born of that world's maw; you are more alien than I.

[cleanedslate]

Gross. [ simply ] Though I guess I'm not one to judge. We call come out of one maw or another.

[scealu]

What aliens? [ man she's rude. ]

[ijustlovethat]

Oh, I adore what you've done with your make-up! It's so inspired! Tell me, how did you come up with it? Oh, people will be dying to try it for themselves, just you wait, you trend-setter!

[Effie filled out her application first thing and, unfortunately for everyone else, has decided to socialize. She is just weeks off from Katniss and Peeta's victory, so, you know, her priorities are a tiny bit skewed.]

[scealu]

[ congratulations, effie, you've accomplished getting illyria to appear physically unnerved.

no one has worshiped her in this manner in quite a long time. ]

Then they will die. Replication of my appearance would not be possible.

[ and then she preens, of course. ]

[ijustlovethat]

[Really? Because Effie already has a sketch of it in her head and has come up with a few other colors to add to it. Maybe a sparkly diamond or two on the side of the forehead. Maybe glitter!]

Well, I suppose that's an understandable sentiment. After all, you are pioneering a new look. But believe you me, you'll see people imitating it soon enough! You'll be the talk of the town! And then there will be interviews and photo shoots and televised appearances--!

[She sighs giddily. If there's one thing Effie loves at least as much as doing her Games escort work, it's fashion!]

god this is cr i never knew i so desperately needed... :D

[scealu]

[ ...effie is truly one of a kind. in fact, so much so that illyria steps in closer, to inspect the woman's own unique look. her movements are sharp, bird-like as she looks this potential worshiper over. ]

My appearance is a result of this shell's inability to contain me without initial strain. You presume to mimic an old one?

[ sure, she's bragging. but while she does it, she's trying to figure out just what effie is. ]

i don't even know anymore lmao

[ijustlovethat]

[used to being on television, and also to being styled by a team of professionals every year, Effie doesn't mind the personal space breech. sure, Illyria may be weird about it-- but maybe she is actually a stylist herself!]

I presume-- goodness, does this mean you've got pictures of old outfits? I'd love to see them! I would also like your opinion on what I'm wearing now! I rather enjoy it, and Cinna -- you do know Cinna, right? Made his debut in this year's Games, was an absolute hit! -- well, Cinna said that I look memorable!

no it is the best i'm dying laughing over here!

[scealu]

[ and people think illyria is strange... ]

Your presentation is ostentatious.

[ well, illyria means it as an insult, anyway. she determines that effie is a nonthreat and steps away again. ]

And you seem barely able to maneuver.

WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM omg looool

[ijustlovethat]

[Illyria is not nearly as nice as Cinna! -- but at least she is rather polite about it.]

Oste-- darling, this is fashion! Why-- [a little huffy] I can move around quite easily, I assure you. I've had to chase tributes around in far more constricting outfits.

[okay, so maybe she'd sent Haymitch after them, maybe after she'd taken a few steps in their general direction. but that had also been the year when extremely small waists had been in and she had done waist training with longline corsets for months to look the way she had for the Games. and then the shoes and the skirts--!]

right? i have no words, only squealing...

[scealu]

[ somebody hit the brakes. effie's bruised ego is of no interest to illyria, especially now that she has mentioned something legitimately intriguing. ]

Tributes.