[ 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

[criminalmastermind]

Chemical burns? [Oh hey look, magic words. Suddenly Simon is a little more comfortable, his thoughts and speech a bit clearer.] Then is this a hospital?

I don't have a kit either, but I'm a surgeon.

[cleanedslate]

[ smooth ] Sure, why not. [ it looks like a hospital waiting room as much as anything else. ]

And that's great, because I'm really not that kind of doctor. [ cheerful ] First or second in your class, by any chance?

[criminalmastermind]

Not quite, but close. I was in the top three percent of -- hold on a minute. [Simon shuts his eyes for a second, holding both arms up in a crossed 'time out' pattern.] As you so helpfully pointed out, I can do my resume myself. Unless this is your hospital. And that can't be right.

[Can't it? Not much else about what's going on makes sense, but Simon's never known hospital senior staff to answer 'why not' when asked about their own facilities. He'll just hang onto the idea that this is a normal conversation as long as he can.]

[And hope that he can try to get a location out of Tony somehow, since coming out and asking 'what planet are we on?' strikes him as the wrong thing to be done right now.]

[cleanedslate]

No. Not yet, anyway. I could always try buying it, but I don't see any of the owners around. [ he looks left, then right ] Plus, my offering money might be a little more consensual than they like to make their business transactions.

[criminalmastermind]

[Simon raises one of his arms again as though somehow he can wave all the confusion out of the air. This man is talking nonsense. But he seems to be very confident about it. That's... kind of... reassuring.] I'm sorry, who are you again? [Not that he was ever told in the first place...]

[cleanedslate]

[ all the nonsense! ]

Tony Stark. Professional eccentric, part-time superhero, nice to meet you.

[criminalmastermind]

Superhero. [Simon sounds extremely skeptical about that idea.] Of course.

I'm Simon Tam. You already know I'm a surgeon. ['Eccentric' is not a profession dude. He is judging you hardcore.]

[cleanedslate]

Well. That's the classical term. I have a costume. I fight crime. [ helpless little shrug ]

I think I remember you mentioning something like that in the last ten seconds or so, sure.

[criminalmastermind]

Without warrants? [That sounds shady. A lot less shady than 'System's Most Wanted' but still.]

[cleanedslate]

Not usually that kind of crime. [ cheeky! in case you hadn't noticed the cheeky yet. it's kind of a chronic condition. ]

Do they really not have superheroes where you're from?

[criminalmastermind]

Oh. What kind of crimes DO you fight, then?

[cleanedslate]

Alien invaders. Terrorists. Megalomaniacs.

You know, the usual.

[criminalmastermind]

Of course. Very usual. Superheroes and aliens and waking up in office buildings with a few dozen fellow amnesiacs.

Just another Thursday, really.

[cleanedslate]

Really? I think my amnesiac thing usually happens on Tuesdays.