[ 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

[scealu]

[ what. ]

I fail to see how one has to do with the other.

[ not that she ca-- oh, you get it. ]

[promisebreaker]

You ever try to hatch a genius plan on an empty stomach?

[Said in a tone that only a teenage boy can carry off.]

[scealu]

[ well, he does have a point. ]

Continue.

[ she'll just be over here. inspecting you. ]

[promisebreaker]

[ okay, that's weird: someone watching you eat. he takes a bite a little hesitantly, but when she continues to watch him so closely, he swallows and speaks up ]

Uhm...are you going to keep doing that?

[scealu]

[ she squints. illyria is yet accustoming herself to the brazen questioning of lesser beings. and given the circumstances, her temper's a little short. ]

I will do as I please.

[ and there's something about peter that's peculiar. something not entirely normal... ]

[promisebreaker]

[Peter shrugs and takes a big bite. He's going to chew extra loudly.]

If that's what you really wanna do with your time.

[Talking with his mouth full as well.]

[scealu]

[ she scoffs -- which, really, is like breathing for illyria. ]

Do you fear the loss of it?

[promisebreaker]

Time? Uhm...I wouldn't say fear.

[Illyria. You. Are. Weird. This is obvious by the look on Peter's face.]

[scealu]

You place a great deal of importance on what I deign to do with mine.

[ whatever. you're the weirdo. ]