[ 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

[sublimating]

[okay, he's not smiling anymore either. he can put two and two together] That sounds... like something probably upsetting.

With the flawed super-soldier serum?

[he didn't actually get to meet or talk to Pepper or anything but she's your girlfriend and that means she's probably awesome and her exploding would be bad]

[cleanedslate]

Yeah. [ just... yeah. ] That'd be the one.

[ a long beat, then he perks up a little ] They figured, if someone I cared about was on the line, maybe I'd help them with their homework.

[sublimating]

[you wouldn't be joking about it if she'd exploded. but you're obviously still worried so... you haven't corrected it yet, either. she's still in danger]

Do you need help working on the formula? [a shrug] As long as we're stuck here... [might as well put it to good use]

[cleanedslate]

[ has he mentioned eight times yet that you're his fave? there's the tiniest pause, and then ]

Need is such a strong word. [ he'll definitely take it though ]

[sublimating]

[a quick smile for him, and then, flipping over the job application] Show me what you've got.

[cleanedslate]

What, right here? We don't even have a dry erase board.

[ but he sketches out a few equations quickly, all the same ]

It was always an interesting idea. Tap into human potential. Screw around with our DNA. Everyone loves the idea.

Stronger. Faster. Smarter. Aging slows down, injuries heal themselves. All great in theory. But it's not stable. The molecules get too excited. All that heat has to go somewhere...