Mods of Randomizing: An RP (
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randomizing2013-06-10 11:28 am
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[ Opening Mingle ]
[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.]
[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.]
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...I see.
[ She has no idea what to say to that. ]
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[ still not taking his things. he doesn't like being handed stuff, and there's no one here to take it for him! ]
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I have known a few men who have referred to themselves as gods, [ she says in an even tone. ] It rarely goes well for them.
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No one is owed anything, sir.
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[ it's a talent! ]
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[ She holds up his dropped items for him to take again. Ordinarily, the grim little frown is just how her face is but he seems to bring it about especially. ]
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Ehhhhh...
I don't like being handed things? It's a thing. Thanks anyway.
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[ Congratulations, Tony. You managed to make a princess-military commander combo feel incredibly awkward. That might be a first ever for her.
No wonder you're so constantly beset by supervillains. ]
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[ he glances down at the items as he says this, and abruptly stops. well. ]
I'll take that one. [ points at the communicator ] The other you can drop, shred, recycle, whatever you want.
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Lucina's confusion doesn't quite make it to her ever present frown, and she offers up the communicator when he asks for it. ]
Are you certain you don't wish to complete your examination? It's daunting, but it may be necessary. [ Lucina hadn't understood half the questions it had asked of her. ]
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[ a beat, looking over her face. really super not into sarcasm. ]
No, you probably weren't. [ he gestures at the communicator ] But these people? With their deadline?
I feel it's implied.
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Well, in that case, I wish you luck, sir.
[ If he's not going to take the clipboard, she sets it down on the nearest surface and moves to leave. ]
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