[ 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

[onehotpepper]

[if she didn't already like you before, Bruce, she really, really likes you now. because she sort of, kind of gets what your life is like, except there's a cure of some sort out there for her, and she's not sure if that's the case for you. and that's... well, it's just upsetting. you can stay, Bruce. you can stay as long as you want.]

I'd like that, actually.

[tea's done steeping! she has not forgotten. out goes the tea bag, so the tea can start to cool.]

[sublimating]

It's harder than you'd think. [heh] Just because you're working to be calm doesn't mean your body's autonomic reflexes aren't still responding to your emotions. [but he leans against the counter] But you seem like a together sort of person, so I'm sure you'll catch on.

[onehotpepper]

Thanks for the vote of confidence. [small grin, part of it wince-like] I kind of figured. I mean, there have been-- accidents. Small ones. Nobody got hurt, and the expenses were de minimis. But-- it isn't fun, losing control.