[ 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.]

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[antiapocalypse]

[ Slayer reflexes have her almost falling out of her seat in surprise, but they also kick in to help her recover!

then she has to glance around to see if anyone noticed her momentary total failure of grace. "just a bad dream" is almost out of her mouth, this has happened so many times in class--

--and only then does she actually start to process her surroundings.

okay, this is actually... different.

she looks down at the job application, then mutters ]

I thought the nightmare was supposed to end when you woke up.

[sublimating]

[ruefully] It doesn't always quite work out like that. [for all that he is busily attending to his own job application]

[antiapocalypse]

A lot of my dreams are actually visions of the future. Which... only makes this more depressing.

[sublimating]

[he spares her a glance, and then smiles at her] It... does seem like the only thing worse than knowing that there's tedious paperwork in your future is having to live through it twice because you've already dreamed about it beforehand.

[antiapocalypse]

[ she puts it aside, with a sigh! ] Well, whatever. I've already got a day job. --Night job. A night job that pays for school.

I'm a waitress.

[sublimating]

Really? Does... do visions of the future come in handy, for waitressing? [or for lotto tickets?]

[antiapocalypse]

[ uh ] I am so bad at this. [ muttered, then ] Did I say visions?

[sublimating]

You volunteered it. [agreeably]

[antiapocalypse]

Well, I'm impulsive like that. I signed up for the cheerleading squad, and I never even thought there might be wi--cked competition. So I regretted it.

Just like I'm regretting this.

[ beat ]

In my defense, I thought I was dreaming.

[waytobreakithero]

[ Perched on the top of one of the chairs, using her nails to clean some of the blood off her gauntlets. Ew, giant spider blood. She might still have a bit of web in her hair. ]

Only the little ones. The bigger ones sometimes mean you have to go put a dagger through a few eyes. Scare them back, if you will. [ A bit of a morbid smile. ]

[antiapocalypse]

[ there sure are some awesome warrior women around these parts! ] ...Thanks. I'll -- keep that in mind. Sometimes you wake up with feathers everywhere, though. [ you know, from your pillow ]

[waytobreakithero]

More than a few times. [ Pick pick pick. Half smile. ] Hard to keep secrets when you're plucking down out of your hair.

Are you going to fill out that thing, do you think?

[antiapocalypse]

[ hey, someone liked her joke. even if it is another Xena! ]

...Nah. It kind of seems like they want someone with experience, which... I don't really have. At all.

[waytobreakithero]

[ Nudges her own clipboard with her foot. She hasn't even read it. ]

There's no telling what sort of job it is. Maybe you'll be surprised. [ Or maybe it's some kind of stalling tactic to keep them distracted. You just never know! ]

Our captors certainly seem to want us to follow their direction. [ Which naturally means she won't. ]

[antiapocalypse]

Well, unless it involves -- uh -- railroad spikes, I just don't think my work history is gonna be helpful.

But that's what school is for, right?

[ as for the rest of that... ] Not really all that interested in giving those guys what they want, though.

[waytobreakithero]

[ They don't have "railroads" in Thedas, but they do have mines, so she gets the idea. She's cautiously impressed? ]

I don't know, if you're strong enough to drive rail spikes, I'd hire you.

My name's Hawke, by the way.

[antiapocalypse]

Strong is... definitely a trait.

[ but enough of that awkward! ] Buffy. Summers, if you want the full thing. I'm not Madonna or Cher, so I have two names.

[promisebreaker]

At least you're not in your underwear?

[Because that was how those bad dreams went, right?]

1/2

[antiapocalypse]

I'd take underwear over nudity. [ nudity!Buffy is no fun at all-- ]

[antiapocalypse]

[ oh hi teenage boy! she's completely taken but this is still mortifying. ]

--Tell you what. Let's start over.

Hi, my name is Buffy. All my dreams are 100% fully-clothed. [ dream Buffy is a never nude ] And you are?

[promisebreaker]

[ sorry. teenage boy. he finds the idea of nude buffy very interesting.

he grins at her 'start over' idea and nods. ]

Yeah--uhm--yeah. I'm--I'm Peter Parker. [It comes out like a question at first.] I mean...I'm Peter Parker.

[There. That's better.]

Uhm...my dreams usually involve spandex. Don't--don't ask.

[antiapocalypse]

[ her lips quirk. his awkwardness is making her feel better about her own! ] You didn't ask mine, so I think I'll let you keep that one to yourself.

If we're doing last names, too, mine's Summers. Buffy Summers. There's an Anne in there, too. [ this place has a lot of one-name people in it. she was starting to get used to it! ]

[promisebreaker]

[Awkwardness is always better in groups.] Thanks. I appreciate that.

[He's also getting a little more comfortable with her. He's grinning and he might be able to actually use words in the right order.]

Yeah? Mine's got a Benjamin in the middle, but it doesn't get used much. [Does it? He hasn't gotten that far in his socializing.] Uhm...I--I like your name. It's different.

[antiapocalypse]

--Thanks, as long as that's not the sweet sound of sarcasm. [ smiling ] I like yours, too. [ straight-faced ] I'm a big fan of alliteration.

[promisebreaker]

[He chuckles a little.] No. Really. I mean I like different names. [And pretty girls. Because really, that's what this is about.]

Yeah? Apparently so were my parents.