[ Opening Mingle ]

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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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[She hugs him back automatically, her chest twisting painfully inside at the way he sounds, how upset he clearly is. How all she can do is hug him so tight, like the first time she saw him again and brought him back with her. Clinging and desperate... only this time it isn't a happy reunion mingled with the confusion, is it? And if what he says really happened, how could he not be upset? She can't even begin to grasp it.]

Daddy... [Oh my god, she really did this to him. She really...] Oh god, Dad, I'm--

I'm sorry. [The words are chocked up, difficult, half stuck at the pit of her stomach and somehow it's like she's very small without her body changing for once. She keeps whispering, holding him to her shoulder, trembling and almost to tears as the scene runs over and over again in her head. The idea that those were he last moments for good was too scary, too awful. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.]

It wasn't supposed to be like this.