[ 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

stop, you'll make me flail!

[scealu]

[ she stops staring at the paper, instead choosing to inspect tony. she's confused about two things -- one is that anyone would have to express that she is an improvement. the other? ]

Alien. A very human ideal.

well it's WAY too late for that on my end

[cleanedslate]

Yeah, I know. Kind of self-centered of us, really. We're all alien to each other. Not so different, you and me.

The whole nine.

So how about we just go for: "not from around here".

then allow me to join you!

[scealu]

If my assumptions are correct, neither of us are from around here.

[ she moves closer to tony. better to asses you, my dear. ]

<3<3

[cleanedslate]

[ that puts his hair on end a little, but he holds still. watching her. ]

Yeah, you're probably right about that. But when I say "here", I really mean Earth. [ -19999, that is. ]

[scealu]

I was born of that world's maw; you are more alien than I.

[cleanedslate]

Gross. [ simply ] Though I guess I'm not one to judge. We call come out of one maw or another.

[scealu]

What aliens? [ man she's rude. ]

*all come out of one maw or another /sobs

[cleanedslate]

Okay, I guess I can't speak for all of them. Nothing like a little asexual cell division to take the maw right out of the equation.

But that'd still be pretty comfortably gross, on a big enough scale.

nooo don't sob i didn't even notice!

[scealu]

Gross.

[ it's not often illyria has cause to use a word like that... ]

<3 sweet of you to saaaay

[cleanedslate]

Gross. Creepy. Icky. Ew. Bleck. Skeevy. Squicky. TMI...

[ getting perhaps steadily further away from recognizable terms, really ]

[scealu]

[ with every new colloquialism, illyria looks more and more confused. she frowns, annoyed and enters tony's personal space. ]

You will speak plainly or I will see to it you no longer speak.

[ oh, empty threats big guy. ]

[cleanedslate]

[ holds his ground! yeah you're all up in his business, it's cool. ]

I -- actually don't know that that's something you can do, without straight-up killing me. You could try ripping out my tongue, but I'd just learn sign language.

[scealu]

I would then proceed to remove the remaining of your appendages.

[cleanedslate]

But I'd still find some way to not shut up.

And you wouldn't have gotten your explanation.