[ 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

i know, just-- just take it in, breathe...it'll be okay

[scealu]

[ illyria's really good at staring contests. she thinks now is a good time to show buffy that! ]

<3

[antiapocalypse]

[ aaaaand being stared at. well, let's see how her 'name recognition' is holding up with monsters. not so great with gods so far! ]

I'm the Slayer.

[scealu]

A slayer.

[ now she's actually intrigued. illyria moves, up out of her chair and toward buffy in a slow circle. ]

I underestimated the amount your kind would hold back an attempted hybridization of ours.

[ and she comes out swingin! ]

[antiapocalypse]

[ welp, lucky she was ready for that, but Illyria is stronger than she was prepared for, so she grunts and stumbles back after catching the punch ]

Well, my kind -- is pretty industrious -- but I can't take credit for this place.

[ what are you. decapitation usually works, but she doesn't have a weapon! ]

[scealu]

[ illyria squints, scrutinizing the slayer's lack of falling over. ]

Perhaps you are more durable than I previously assumed. [ she suddenly looks up, with that creepy vacant look she always gets when she's pretending to be looking into some other dimension or whatever it is she does. ]

I would wager it is likely we are being collected.

[antiapocalypse]

Thanks. I think.

[ Buffy would like to think she's taking this pretty well in stride, but the creepy look unnerves her anyway. which makes her nervier, because Buffies don't like being unnerved and tend to compensate. ]

What, like for a petting zoo?

[scealu]

Petting would be a mercy.

[antiapocalypse]

I wasn't being literal-- Never mind. What do you think they're doing?

[ kind of weird to pause and have this conversation with, you know, an obvious enemy. but this kind of situation makes for strange bedfellows.

not that they're sharing a bed.

and why are they fellows? bedladies??

focus, Buffy ]