[ 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

[howbigcanitbe]

It don't help much on this end either. 'Least not the way they want it to. [He ponders that a moment, chewing on the end of a cigar that's really too short to light] You weren't always like that, were you? [He might be envious, that you can have the option to look normal, even if your control is iffy. On the other hand, he has control of his actions all of the time. ]

[sublimating]

Nah. This happened -- a few years ago. [he's sensitive to the purpose behind the question, though, and rubs the back of his neck] If I could consciously control it, it'd probably be okay. But I still can't get over the part where I black out and wake up... 4000 miles away, with no idea how I got there and no idea what I might have done, except for the assumption that it was -- terrible.

[howbigcanitbe]

[Hellboy seems to consider this for a moment. Yeah that would be pretty awful.] One time, I got blinding drunk, ruined a whole family reunion. [He looks over at Bruce] Not mine. Turns out, kids bouncy castle really does have a weight limit.

[sublimating]

[he makes a short laughing noise, and then cuts himself off before saying sincerely] That sucks. I bet they didn't even invite you to stay for cake.

[howbigcanitbe]

Nah, but they threw some at me. [He grins. He doesn't mind the laughing. He's gotten used to it in fact.]