[ 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

[emends]

I. [ Uh. ] -- Don't feel I'm at risk of "snapping".

[ But, this conversation has also left her more than a little confused. ]

[antiapocalypse]

It's more the general kind of you. Like, you guys. [ vague. how does English work?? ]

[emends]

[ That is a very good question. ]

I suppose I could, ah, try your method for -- diffusing tension in battle.

[antiapocalypse]

Yeah, I wouldn't -- necessary recommend it if you aren't used to it. Maybe with supervision, to start.

[ just tossin' that out there ]

[emends]

I can assure you, I have plenty of combat experience. There is no need to worry, my la— Buffy. [ Over her head, zoom. ]

[antiapocalypse]

[ ... ] Right, but when you're trying to crack wise at the same time, it can get -- complicated...

You know what? I'm sure you'd be fine. [ no, not even a little, because trying to think of jokes would clearly cause you to strain something even if you weren't fighting ]

[emends]

[ True story: Lucina is canonically described as, "the least likely to get a joke." ]

Thank you. [ She appreciates the (false) vote of confidence, at any rate. ]

[antiapocalypse]

You're -- completely welcome. [ aww. she wishes she'd meant it. ]