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randomizing2013-06-10 11:28 am
randomly_modding) wrote in randomizing2013-06-10 11:28 am
[ Opening Mingle ]
[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.]
[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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Um... hi. [ Heeeeead tilt. ] How are you?
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Okay. A little confused about being here, though. Are you here for Comics-A-GoGo? I don't think that's going on yet. [ He might already have pre-registered. So he knows when it is. He's just trying to be nice. ]
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No, I am here for no such thing. I have to write this examination.
[ She holds up her application sheet.
No, she has no idea what it's for or why she's doing it. ]
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scaredwary of? ]Oh! So you're here for a job too, huh? [ Channeling a little of Agent Carmichael, but he's not really in the mindset for a full-on agent-ing right now. ] Dressing up to make sure they remember you, I get it. That's a good idea. [ Ehehehe. ]
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I -- beg your pardon?
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Lucina manages an embarrassed little smile. Her face softens a few degrees from her normal, stern expression. ]
I suppose, for battle, my attire is a bit too well kept. That is Sir Frederick's doing. But, this is hardly dressed up. Please, do not feel ashamed of your own clothing.
[ SHE THINKS SHE'S HELPING. ]
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... [ A definite pause as the wheels turn in his head. ]
You're not kidding. [ HUH. ] You're really like some kind of fantasy person, aren't you.
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I am as real as you, sir. Flesh and bone.
[ There. A nice, safe answer. ]
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Um, my name's Ch-- [ Charles or Chuck? Charles or Chuck? ] Chuck. Bartowski. [ Now that everything is less confusing
or not, he's a little more excited. ]Can you really use that sword?
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[ As soon as he asks about the sword, her closest hand falls to the hilt's top in a very familiar gesture. ]
Yes. It has been my loyal companion these past years and a treasure of my family's bloodline.
[ What's that Owain would say? Something very artifical and dramatic, she'd imagine; "Curse you, swordhand, I can't control it!" For a moment, Lucina considers playing up the moment the way Owain might.
...Nah. She'd never pull it off. ]
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Nice to meet you, Lucina. [ He knows better than to touch the sword himself, but he peers as close to the hilt as he can without being super rude. ]
It's really nice.
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[ She's more used to speaking to soldiers than anyone else, so the order has a slight military commander feel to it. But, her smile is soft and a bit girlish. When he does move back, she extracts the sword fully from its sheath and holds it, horizontally balanced on both hands so he can see it.
No touching. :| ]
Falchion was the legendary blade of the Hero-King Marth, [ ever play Super Smash Bros., Chuck? ] and has been in my family for untold generations. Only those chosen, even within my bloodline, can wield it, elsewise it will be dull as a stone.
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[ Is good and keeps his hands to himself. He would hate to lose them. And though her story means nothing in the particulars, he is very impressed. ]
It's called "falchion", huh? Strong. Very powerful.
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It is my family's blessing.
[ ... ]
What is a rentasauce fair?
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Renaissance, actually. It's a fair where you pretend to go back in time to when they used swords and rode horses and all that neat stuff.
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[ It wouldn't be a stretch to say Lucina is in the beginning grips of a minor panic attack now. Was this all a ruse? Is this man a servant of Grima, or a Plegian spy?
Stay your ground, Lucina. Just breathe and be calm. Capturing a spy would be a good thing.
She remains very, very casual. ]
Is that something you enjoy, Mr. Chuck? Back home, things of that sort are commonplace.
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Yeah, it's really neat to see how people might have lived back then. I mean, once you take out things like electricity and credit card machines and portable toilets and... basic sanitation.
But the food's usually pretty good.
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I doubt my life is as, ah, "neat" as your fair would have made it look, [ Lucina says, but she doesn't sound snappish or irritated -- merely thoughtful. His easy enthusiasm is helping her relax, at any rate. ]
I am glad you can find something to treasure in the lives of my comrades, my lord.
[ Shut up. This is a lot to wrap her head around.
At least she's smiling. ]