[ 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

[antiapocalypse]

I don't really know what any of those things are. [ positively chipper ] But I've stopped the world from ending. Four, maybe five times. [ let's see, there's The Master, the Judge, Adam, and then a couple of incidental baby apocalypses... ]

I'm guessing you guys are too big and fancy to have actually heard of me, [ even the Initiative thought she was a fairy tale, and they're a lot closer to the problems than people living on some other planet! ] but I'm a Slayer. The Slayer, right now. She Who Kills Monsters and Has No Social Life.

It's a whole "destiny" thing.

[actlikealady]

[she was pretty sure it was a self-explanatory statement. but it's evident that this girl was not listening, nor was she interested in the explanation. she has been determined to be offended because there have been dangers in her life, and she has had to face them. as does everyone. Sif lifts an eyebrow, cool]

Am I to apologize that you have had to fight to preserve peace? That even though outside threats that you flaunt your ignorance of have menaced your planet, a few from within it have required your intervention? Then you must try to imagine my apology.

[turning around to leave] As I will try to imagine your appreciation. [from somewhere else. you can't win with humans, they want you to intervene, and they get upset at the intervening, and then they complain when you don't intervene, and -- ugh, she so does not care about your species this much, and she never has, and she never will]

[antiapocalypse]

[ she watches Sif go, and then -- lets out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping a little, and mutters to herself ]

Way to first impression, Buffy. I think your social skills might be getting a little rusty.

[ she couldn't help it, though. stupid and petty though it was, the idea that someone's been watching over them -- and didn't bother to intervene with everything that's happened in her life -- means... what? that what seemed like enormous, almost unsolvable problems were just that insignificant? that she is just that insignificant?

kind of a lot to take in, and not all that pleasant.

what is a frost giant anyway ]