[ 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

[actlikealady]

[The last thing Sif remembers is discussing the complexity of getting Thor to Midgard to retrieve Loki, so imagine her surprise to wake and find herself in what certainly seems to be Midgard! The end result is that there is now a tall armored woman with a sword prowling the edges of every room, testing every door and window, learning the place and seeking a way out and finding nothing, even when she attempts to rip the door off its hinges. She does all this while giving somewhat wary looks at everyone around her. For all she knows, you're responsible, after all.]

[...When she gets bored of this, she is going to help herself to the contents of the kitchen.]


((ooc: Feel free to assume she's doing just about everything involved in "trying to escape", or you can tag her while she's in the kitchen, trying to find something that looks edible. It's safe to assume she's not in the best of moods, and is most certainly not interested in a job application.))

[wildkat]

[for his part, Hanekoma has shown no signs of being upset at the unexpected arrival. he spends a while filling out his application whimsically, describing his colorful fictional past as a lion tamer, ghost hunter, and professional pirate, with shining references provided by Japanese pop stars and politicians. he completed it. there's no obligation to complete it honestly, as far as he knows.]

[after he's done with his application he flips through a few magazines, and then decides it's time to bring his magic to the kitchen, and shoves his long, lanky body out of his chair, rubbing the back of his neck]

Hey, look at all us hard workers! Who's ready for a coffee break? [comfortably. he makes a positively divine cup of coffee, you guys...!]

[appriser]

[ Hey, you. Yes, you. Ryoji's looking a tad befuddled, although not without losing his genial tone or easy expression, and holds up the job application.

He's having trouble. :(

He's also wherever the person he's speaking to is! ]

Hey! Sorry, but if you don't mind me asking, what did you put down for your job history?

[neverforgets]

[ Lavi isn't sure if he's hallucinating from getting hit too hard in the head by the Noah, or if they brought Road in to trap him again or what. He's never seen a place like this before. Chairs, tables, are things which are all familiar, but some of the materials and styles are completely foreign to him.

He completely ignores the "job application" once it's been skimmed, though the communicator gets a bit more scrutiny. It goes in his pocket for now, as he gets up and explores the place. If a battered-looking young man with an eyepatch opening all the drawers and cupboards seems odd, he doesn't seem to care.

Eventually, he runs out of places to snoop, and parks himself on top of the desk with a very thick-looking binder of paper. The side of the binder reads "Q4 Report". ]

[emends]

[ A coffee maker is a very difficult contraption to figure out, especially when you're from a fantasy medieval equivalent society (with surprise gender equality).

Lucina may have broken it.

Care to help her out? She's muttering, flicking switches and occasionally frowning down at the half spilled bag of coffee ground. ]

[everwalking]

[Allen wakes up with a start, and looks around, wide-eyed. he looks at the phone in his hand... at the clipboard in his other hand... and he's confused. and he's lonely.] [just when he was getting used to the idea that Johnny would stay with him, that Kanda, for mysterious reasons unknown to him, would stay with him... just when he was getting used to the idea that he might need them to. now he's alone, somewhere completely mysterious, without even Timcanpy.]

[he gets up to make a quick survey of the place, searching for anyone, anything, familiar, but eventually he investigates the communicator in his hand, and then settles back down to frown at the job application. five minutes later, he is deeply embroiled in it, muttering to himself]

What do they consider a "felony"? They really need to be more specific... That depends on what country we're in.

[would you like to say hello to one of the weirdest-looking people int he room?]

[sublimating]

[Bruce has his glasses on and his application mostly filled out, for all that he doesn't know... what he's doing here, or where he is. he's kind of hoping that when he's done, or when the twenty-four hours are up, the culprit will reveal himself and he'll be able to do more with this than the thoroughly impenetrable situation he finds himself in right now.]

[but he's pretty calm about the whole thing, really. lucky for you.]

[right now, he's more interested in the application. he hasn't filled one out in a long time, and he's amused to note how terrible his job history is after 'nuclear physicist' didn't work out for him. only ever a few months at a time, in random countries across the globe...]

Someone would have to be pretty desperate to hire this guy. [to no one in particular]

[franchisepirate]

[Somehow, Westley doesn't think his particular employment history is likely to be productive in this environment. Pragmatist that he is, that was his first thought before contemplating whether Humperdinck has sent him to Heaven or Hell with that flip of a lever. Being dead as he is, this could well be the application that would send him to be reborn as a caterpillar.]

[The least the afterlife could have done is put him in a decently put-together shirt. His tattered black pirate's shirt is in just the shape he... died in, so to speak, giant holes and blood and the whole mess. Unfortunate, that.]

[It's an old reflex to blindly follow instructions, but a flash of indignation has Westley deciding that if he's going to suffer being killed by that blundering wart he'll do as he wishes. He rises from the chair and makes use of his time trying to find the exit. Or someone he can charm and/or threaten into returning him to where he belongs. His true love awaits him.]

[wildkat]

[okay, Mr. H is going to rescue you from the coffee machine. or the coffee machine from you. he gently slides up to her and steadies the bag of grounds]

Hey there, Missy. You look like you're havin' some trouble. Want a hand with that? [he's politely not commenting on the fact that you're obviously not modern]

[disinherited]

[ YES. :D ]

[ Yomi wastes no time invading his personal space to peek over his shoulder at his application. She's got a friendly enough face and a perfectly human soul, so there's no need to be afraid... unless she decides you're adorable, Allen. ]

The seven deadly sins might be a good start.

[buymorelifer]

[ While finding a new job would normally be the last thing on his list of priorities, there's something almost comforting about filling out the familiar information boxes of a job application. Chuck's more or less learned that when in a strange situation, play along until an explanation presents itself...

Or until Casey or Sarah show up to rescue him. He hasn't flashed on anything, yet, but that doesn't mean he won't. Even so, he keeps checking The Governor every so often, taking comfort in the last thing his father had given him. ]

Experience... Buy More, Burbank, California. Nerd Herd Team Member. [ Talking to himself as he writes. ] Five years experience...

[conglomeration]

[Oh let's challenge that "weirdest-looking" thing, shall we?]

[The first thing Zelgadis did, upon finding himself decidedly elsewhere, was drop the clipboard like a hot coal and try to push his chair backwards to vacate it. Not used to wheeled chairs, and it not used to the unbalanced weight or strength of a stone man, it toppled backwards and sent Zelgadis into a backwards roll.]

[Which of course, got his hair stuck in the carpet.]

[He's making quite the ruckus between the crash and all the murmured cursing.]

[everwalking]

[eh? he glances at the girl over his shoulder, eyes going somewhat wide again. you're all... right in his personal space...]

--Well, I've had a little bit of experience with them, and I've never seen anyone get arrested for sloth or pride. Usually it's the end result that's the problem. [lipquirk] [yeah, Cross would have been arrested for every one of those]

[emends]

Yes, [ she says. Her tone may sound a bit breathy with frustration, in a way that's uncommon outside of battle. ]

You have my gratitude, sir. This mysterious invention has me at a disadvantage.

[everwalking]

[he jolts out of his own seat at the crashing, poised and ready for anything-- or so he thought, until he sees the... rock elf magician that appears to be stuck in the floor] [what]

[but he recovers smoothly!! because you look like you're in need of assistance] Ah. Let me help you up! Are you hurt? [going to crouch near him]

[waytobreakithero]

[ An amused woman's voice from over his shoulder. ]

Or, someone might need a person with a diverse history of employment.

[ Hi, she likes to sneak up on people. ]

[disinherited]

[ She eases back once she has his attention. ]

Maybe they're recognized no matter what the culture, [ Yomi posits, her tone not losing its cheer. She really has no place commenting, considering how her crimes would include copious amounts of murder and property destruction if she didn't have a government benefactor.

Then, perhaps a touch abruptly: ]

Do you know what job we're applying for?

[everwalking]

[he peers into the room during his tentative explorations -- he'd be calling out for Johnny and Kanda but it's weirdly quiet in this... whatever it is, and he feels uneasy raising his voice -- and then just stares for a moment, paralyzed]

...Lavi?

[no, that's not possible. that's ridiculous. right?]

[wildkat]

Around these parts, we like to call it a 'coffee machine'. You like coffee? [he turns the machine back toward him, flipping it open expertly and fitting components back where they belong. why would you even take this piece out?]

[conglomeration]

[Trying to look around only has the carpet making a loud tearing sound, so Zelgadis resigns himself to the possibility of agreeing to be assisted by a stranger he can't even see.]

[Somewhat begrudgingly, he decides it beats having a hunk of rug in his hair.] I'm not hurt. Just stuck. [And now he can't really give a hearty yank because then he could spear helpful-guy through the face, not to mention pull a neck muscle.]

[actlikealady]

[congratulations, Westley! you are the first person here that Sif does not instantly suspect might be somehow in league with their captors! it might be the fact that you're in a bloody torn wreck of a shirt]

What did they do to you? [closing the distance between them]

[everwalking]

I don't know... I wasn't really looking for a job... [scratching behind one ear, somewhat awkwardly]

Wait, are you actually here to apply for a job? [blinks at her] [why else would you be so calm about it]

[everwalking]

[yikes. he is briefly grateful that he can't literally tear furnishings with his hair even with its tendency to spike up. okay, let's gingerly reach down there with his Innocence hand to try and get the stiff strands detached]

How did you end up embedded in the floor, exactly? I wasn't watching.

[neverforgets]

[ He's not entirely sure what the company even does, but the report has lists and lists of numbers and figures, so he is satisfied with it as reading material. The attention is split, however, between reading and listening in on any conversations or the coming and going of everyone else. Subtly, though, so they won't stop when they see him.

Honestly, he's beginning to doubt this is a figment of his imagination, or something of Road's doing. Neither of them are creative enough to make this sort of place up.

But the familiar voice makes him look up. ]

Allen? [ Headtilt. He looks completely different from when Lavi saw him last. ] What're you doing here?

[emends]

[ Because! ]

I have never heard of coffee, [ she confesses. For someone all armored up and ready for battle, she manages to be remarkably innocent when it comes to some things. Coffee is one of them. ] What sort of drink is it?