[ 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]

It does sound like a bar. [agreeing, and then he lifts a hand to point at the armor] So that... That's just how you go out for drinks? Leather and steel and all?

[waytobreakithero]

[ Decides to stop conversing with him while making him crane his neck and claims the chair beside him. Leather and a little mail and two wicked-looking daggers strapped to her back are on full display before she drops into the seat. ]

Don't you approve? It's my favorite uniform.

[ But, she pulls off one not-quite-clean glove and offers her hand. ] My name's Hawke, by the way.

[sublimating]

...Bruce... Banner. [he shifts to offer her a hand. sure, why not. he decides to use his full name just to see if she recognizes it, but he's already asking, a bit awkwardly] So, what do you -- do, exactly, Miss Hawke? If you don't mind rehashing it from your application.

[waytobreakithero]

[ Smirks. ]

Just "Hawke", Bruce. "Miss" makes it sound like I should be in pinafores. [ Leans her head back toward the daggers. ] There are other, nicer words for it, but I'm generally a mercenary. And I may have saved Kirkwall once or twice, so they gave me a shiny title that doesn't actually does anything useful.

How about you?

[sublimating]

Okay, Hawke. [no reaction to his name, mercenaries don't carry swords anymore, she doesn't sound very Scottish, and pinafores haven't really been a thing for a... century or two] I'm a... physicist.

[and that's going to mean approximately nothing to you?]

[waytobreakithero]

[ Well, sort of. ]

Are you a mage, then? [ She sort of remembers her father teaching Bethany magic from a school that sounded like that.... ]

[sublimating]

A mage? No, I'm not... some sort of magi. I'm a scientist.

[waytobreakithero]

A scientist? I sit corrected. [ Examines him a little. ] Are mages so abhorrent to you, then?

[sublimating]

Abhorrent is a strong word. [lip quirking up] I didn't know magic was even real until about... three days ago. In fact, I'm still not positive it's real, even after having seen evidence of it with my own eyes. [maybe it's just an Asgardian thing, or it can be explained with science. he certainly doesn't believe in "faith healers" or "shamans". ...he's been to enough of them, he should know]

[waytobreakithero]

[ Chuckles ]

It's very real, I promise you that. I seem to be swimming in mages back home. My father and sister were both born with magic. I just inherited the wit and charm.

[ Headtilt ]

What sort of place are you from? [ Must be very strange, if magic is not widespread. ]

[sublimating]

That's kind of a tough question. I've been all over the world. [a faint smile] Australia is the only populated continent I haven't set foot on, and every place is different.

[waytobreakithero]

[ Another traveler, she approves. ]

I've never heard of Australia, but I respect another person with a sense of adventure. Did you have a favorite place?

[sublimating]

They all have something appealing about them. I liked Brazil. [heh] It was a little bit like living in a time capsule where they spoke Portuguese, and the people were very outgoing. [he liked just listening to them talk, and watching them. and they still had classic Sesame Street episodes on TV]

What about you? What does your... sense of adventure lead you to?

[waytobreakithero]

[ The specifics are lost on her, but she gets the general idea. She makes a mental note to ask him to explain "brazil" and "portugees" ]

These days, it seems that I mostly wind up in dragon lairs or the sewers.

[sublimating]

Dragon lairs... or sewers. [mm...hmm. jokes] I suppose "fantasy sanitation worker" is an important job too.

[and why shouldn't they be in massive leather armor and wielding arm-length daggers]