[ 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

[neverforgets]

[ Watching Allen absorb that information, and takes a few moments of his own to decide how to answer that. He didn't really see what happened to Chaozhii after that, but apparently Allen knows more about the aftermath. It's a question of weighing personal pride against providing -- and getting -- possibly useful information.

Quiet, and kind of flat. ] I got 'em after Chao. [ Clears his throat, and moves on quickly. ] Heard the Noah say something about Gramps needing to "cooperate", then I passed out. [ Shrugs, spreads his hands. ] That's all I know.

[everwalking]

[what!! you can't fool him, you said something alarming! he shifts to the edge of his seat, concerned] Lavi! Are you all right? You feel okay? [he's already asked this but he's forgotten in light of new knowledge why maybe you shouldn't feel all right]

[neverforgets]

[ sldkjfslk no fussing over hiiiiiiim Rubs the back of his neck. ]

I'm all right. [ Aside from some unpleasant memories. ] Probably better than I should be, really. Maybe you're right, man. [ Though... glances down at his boot. ]

Except, I've still got sand in my boots. An' I don't really smell like I've been stuck someplace for months...

[everwalking]

[frowning at him a little bit, but he lowers his gaze] Maybe it'll be all right. [but he's the least certain. things haven't just... been all right in a long time]