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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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[ torn, for a beat. on the one hand, you agree with his cause; on the other hand, you are doing that mortal thing. Darcy did it, and then Tony Stark did it, and he does not fully understand it. let's try for helpful: ]

That is not my name.

[ just in case you were not aware ]

Yeah, I figured since you weren't holding a giant tub of butter.

[After a thoughtful pause]

Or a half naked, swooning girl.

[Yes, he's read a romance novel or two. He spends a lot of time indoors.]

[ he is thoroughly blank ] --While that certainly sounds like a pleasant evening, I do not think I am especially known for either of those things.

I am Thor, God of Thunder.

[ no judging. he would probably like romantic comedies if he spent enough time in your realm! also certain kinds of reality TV. and cartoons. books are in general a little less appealing to him; they lack the immediacy of television and movies! ]

[That gets a snort.]

And I'm on the cover of GQ.

[Yeah. He doesn't believe you, Thor.]

Bachelorette party is next door.

[And he thinks you're a stripper.]

[ paaaaause. look, he recently went through an awful lot to teach him the value of non-Asgardian life. it was a whole thing. he's a better person now! he completely didn't judge you for being some kind of runty fire giant.

but. ]

I do not follow.

[ except his tone says he is very sure now that you mean to insult him, and there's an edge of warning in it ]

Thor. The god of thunder...he's a myth.

[ but then to some people, so is Hellboy.

mythology was one of Hellboy's favorite subjects when he was younger, so no, he doesn't mean to insult him. he just doesn't believe him. ]

[ his lips -- curve up ] That you have heard of me does not make me less real, though I would not put too much stock in the myths.

[ he straightens a little more -- all 6'6" feet of him -- and then he unsheathes Mjolnir ]

Would you care for a demonstration?

Why not.

[He's still not entirely convinced, but Thor's reaction does make him wonder...]

[He's watching attentively, his gliding over the hammer, the armor and then back to Thor's face. If the guy is crazy and doesn't realize it's Halloween, it's a good costume.]

Very well. But do not say I didn't warn you.

[ he hefts the hammer casually over one shoulder, and then up over his head; the air inside the building ionizes instantly, hairs standing on edge, a tangible charge on the air -- but then he frowns, turning his head to gaze out the nearest window. why can he not feel the elements outside? ]

[Hellboy watches casually from where he's lounging in the chair. He clearly doesn't expect anything so he sits up a little straighter when the charge hits the air. It's a bit of a disappoint when nothing else happens.]

So what's going on, Fabio?

[He's not actually being disrespectful, but everyone gets a nickname and Thor's is going to stick.]

[ he'd have to get the reference to be properly offended! plus, he's distracted. ] Nothing. [ said as though that word alone should be answer enough ]

Yeah. That's obvious.

[ it does make him curious though if he can raise the dead in here. of course there'd have to be someone dead to raise to try that out and he's not willing to commit murder just to test it out. ]

No, I mean, there is nothing.

[ he turns his full and complete attention on that window, moving over to it, his expression puzzled ]

I can see the sky, but it does not speak to me. It is not mine, as it should be.

[Hellboy looks a little bothered by that.]

That ever happen before?

No. [ simply ] These things have been mine to command since I came of age.

Now that's disturbing. [He could mean the lose of that power, or he could mean that power. Who knows.]

Yes.

It is.

[ well he knows which one he means. he shoulders Mjolnir and moves over to the window to stare out it suspiciously ]

Okay, so let's see if we can get out of here.

[Hellboy stands up and moves over to the wall. He raises his rock fist and hits the wall with it.]

I am more than ready for the endeavor.

[ he turns to watch Hellboy's attempt, though, his attention narrowing on the arm, and the -- lack of impact it has on the wall. ]

...I take it that was meant to be more effective.

[Hellboy frowns, examining the wall with a squint.]

Should be a hole in it now.

I am far too familiar with that sentiment at the moment. [ he eyes the wall dubiously for a longer moment, then he reels back with Mjolnir and crashes it into the wall.

there are sparks.

sparks.

but it too makes no real impact. Thor grits his teeth. ]

[There's a snort, but it's not really of amusement or of mocking. ]

Take it that was supposed to be more dramatic.

It was meant to level the wall. [ his impatience with the situation is shining through again, shortening his sentences ] As it would have, if this were any ordinary dwelling. [ his eyes turn suspiciously on the entire room.

even desk lamps are possibly treacherous! ]

Good to know we ain't dealin' with ordinary.

[They can go on a smashing spree. Hellboy gives the whole place the same sort of dubious, suspicious look. ]

That was obvious from the first. [ he hefts Mjolnir and huffs, scowling ]

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He has an abs icon too, Thor!

all the abs!

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/maybe i'll just app him too /and deadpool, why not

OH GOOD

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