[ 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]

[it sucks to have a virus constantly trying to run the show, keeping them both slightly on edge until it's all fixed and sorted out, but you know, the extra dose of kindness is nice. after enduring so much, after all the hard work and the nearly losing him several times and having people tell her to just quit and find another job, it's just... nice.]

[she always knew you had a heart.]

That's all I ask. [sighs. some of the tension goes with it. you'll fix Extremis, she knows you will.]

[cleanedslate]

[ yeah, well. maybe some of it will stick. ]

I know. You have phenomenally low standards. Which is lucky for me, since that's about all I can meet.

[ he flicks his eyes up at her on that last part. really, really lucky. ]

[onehotpepper]

[are we having another moment? because even if we aren't, her hand finds its way to his cheek (the other one is helping balance two clipboards on her lap, give her a break)]

[cleanedslate]

[ he shuts his eyes at the touch and leans into her hand, just a little.

maybe a bit of a moment. ]

[onehotpepper]

[quietly, for your ears only] We'll make it okay. Whatever this is.

[cleanedslate]

Stop stealing my lines.

[ he loves you ]

[onehotpepper]

[she sets the clipboards aside and slides both her arms around him, the tension leaving her shoulders with the shift.]

she loves you, too.]