[ 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

[howbigcanitbe]

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.]

[ladything]

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

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

That your boss or something?

[howbigcanitbe]

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

[ladything]

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!