[ 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

[travelin_on]

[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.]

[howbigcanitbe]

[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.]

[travelin_on]

[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.]