[ 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

[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. ]

[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]

[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.

[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?]

[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?

[wildkat]

And here's me just thinking you were some kind of cosplayer! [lies] You're really not from around here, are you? I was pretty sure everyone knew what coffee is. [you'll get to try some yourself in a minute or two]

[emends]

No, my lord. I am Ylissean.

[ Guess who has no idea what cosplayer means! At any rate, she's just answered his next question too, and patiently waits to try this mysterious "coffee". ]

[wildkat]

That's a bit of a mouthful. [good-natured] I was last in Japan. You don't know of a place called Japan, do you?

[emends]

It is not familiar to me. [ Lucina watches him intently, so she can learn the secrets of this magic device for her own future use. ]

What is that?

[ She points to the thing he just did. Whatever that is. I don't drink coffee, go away. ]

[antiapocalypse]

[ wow, you are -- armed. Buffy approves! warily. ]

I think it's dead, but I can't promise it'll stay that way.

[emends]

[ Lucina never likes to heard the word "dead" uttered so casually, but she can take a quip for what it is. ]

It was a worthy opponent, [ she says, in a tone that would be a mumble if anyone else took it. Princesses don't mumble, though. ]

[antiapocalypse]

Guessing you'd know. [ eyeing the giant sword! ]

[emends]

[ Lucina is totally oblivious to where Buffy's gaze is, still keeping her head lowered over the coffee maker for another moment as it -- makes this truly horrible metal grinding noise.

Absently: ]

I beg your pardon, miss?

[antiapocalypse]

[ well, Buffy is going to point, because she's subtle ] The giant sword. That one, right there. Or were you just on your way to a Ren Faire, and you're already super in-character?

[emends]

[ She already had this discussion with Chuck earlier, and is slightly more prepared for it now. ]

No, I am not a rentasauce festival attraction. The sword is mine, as are the clothes. [ One more poke, and Lucina gives up on the coffee maker altogether and finally gives Buffy her full attention. ]

Are you a soldier?

[antiapocalypse]

A soldier? No. [ fresh off the Initiative, Buffy is pretty emphatic about that ]

--Green camo just wasn't my look.

[ crooked smile ]

[emends]

[ Green what? ...Lucina doesn't press. ]

My apologies, my lady. You have the carriage of one. That's all I meant.

[everwalking]

[he probably would get around to helping you... make coffee in a pot on the stove. but you know what he's going to do instead?]

[take everything out of the refrigerator]

[emends]

[ Lucina gives Allen a quick glance before politely ignoring his gluttony.

Instead, she focuses on pulling out the electrical cord from the wall socket to investigate it. In the process, she gets a mild electrical shock and swears somewhat loudly— ] Naga!

[everwalking]

[did she say "naga"? he pauses with his arms piled high with food] I beg your pardon?

[emends]

[ She shakes out her shocked hand, giving Allen a longer look than she had previous. ]

My apologies for the disturbance, sir. I had a mishap with the... instrument. [ WHAT ARE THESE THINGS ] Please, return to breaking your fast.

[everwalking]

Oh, it can wait. If you've just hurt yourself, it can more than wait. [stepping closer, and glancing at the machine, and her hands]

Did you need something? Perhaps I can help.

[emends]

[ She's never been shocked by a wayward electrical current before. :( ]

I was trying to determine what this instrument's function is. I believe I may have caused it some irreparable damage.

[everwalking]

I find it's often best to stay far away from machines I don't understand. In my experience they are usually harmful. [helps] [to be fair, this is very true in his experience

But I wouldn't worry about it, miss. I'm sure if it's important, there'll be a way to fix it. [head tilting at it. yeah, he's got nothing]

[emends]

[ Machines? Like waterwheels or trebuchets? Lucina leans back, eyeing it a bit more warily. It may be a Plegian invention, designed for torture. It wouldn't surprise her. ]

I should leave a note so no one else tries to use it until it's repaired. [ Like an honourable princess would. ]