[ 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

[actlikealady]

[The last thing Sif remembers is discussing the complexity of getting Thor to Midgard to retrieve Loki, so imagine her surprise to wake and find herself in what certainly seems to be Midgard! The end result is that there is now a tall armored woman with a sword prowling the edges of every room, testing every door and window, learning the place and seeking a way out and finding nothing, even when she attempts to rip the door off its hinges. She does all this while giving somewhat wary looks at everyone around her. For all she knows, you're responsible, after all.]

[...When she gets bored of this, she is going to help herself to the contents of the kitchen.]


((ooc: Feel free to assume she's doing just about everything involved in "trying to escape", or you can tag her while she's in the kitchen, trying to find something that looks edible. It's safe to assume she's not in the best of moods, and is most certainly not interested in a job application.))

[socrash]

[After the first five minutes, Bart has completely lost interest in his surroundings. He's already filled out his job application, read all the magazines in the waiting room, rang the receptionist bell fifty times, and had two cups of coffee piled high with cream and sugar because there was nothing else to be had.

He is currently, to say the least, a hyperactive ball of spazz.]

Hey cool, nice costume! Did you make it yourself? I didn't realize it was Halloween already but time always passes so slowly, I don't know how you guys manage to do it.

[The downside of being a speedster.]

[actlikealady]

[you definitely needed the coffee] [his rapid-fire questions make her feel slow]

--Costume? [she looks down at herself. nope, she's still wearing her armor] ...You mean like the one you are wearing? [she assumes that's a costume, anyway]

[socrash]

Mine's not a costume! [so indignant!! but that only lasts for a second before he's grinning again.] It's my superhero outfit. Y'know, to keep my identity a secret so the bad guys don't figure out who I am and come after my friends and family.

[he is so proud of this fact, yay him and his superhero identity.]

You can call me Impulse.

[waytobreakithero]

[ Watching the very able-bodied woman prowl around with some amusement. Leaning against one wall. ]

Well, now we know neither lockpicks nor brute strength will budge that door. [ She broke one of her favorite picks a little earlier. Might also be checking her out. Just a very little bit. ]

Should we try knocking next?

[actlikealady]

[she spares a glance for the other woman, looking her over briefly. you actually look like you might know what you're doing. which is both promising and suspicious] [she kicks the door once more for good measure, the kind of kick that would knock over a truck, but aside from a thunderously loud noise, the door appears completely unfazed]

Think someone will have heard that? [huffing out a breath, annoyed]

[waytobreakithero]

[ Yeah, she's impressed. ]

Maker, I would hope so. Though whether or not they can hear now is up for debate.

Are you as good with that sword as you look?

[buymorelifer]

[ He's never been so scared by a woman before.

At least, not since freshman year of college. But thank God none of those girls ever had a sword. ]

Y, you're pretty strong, aren't you? [ Don't tear his arms off, Fezzik! ]

[actlikealady]

I should hope so. [said somewhat fiercely, before she turns to give him a look. you're obviously human. you are perhaps the most human person she has ever seen]

I am no mortal maid.

[buymorelifer]

[ Yes he is very human, please no bashy. ]

"Maid" doesn't even sound right, really. [ Ehehehe.





Wait. ]

You're immortal? [ Holy cow now what. ]

[benriyas]

[what a lady, she's a real looker. He observes her various attempts with interest, ticking off each and every escape route from the list in his head as she goes through them. For his part, Worick did try breaking one of the windows, but the attempt went as well as expected. Well, if he can't leave, then he might as well socialize. He leans against the kitchen counter and props a cigarette into his mouth, while holding out the open carton for Sif.]

Feel like having a smoke?

[actlikealady]

[she drops down into the chair, briefly winded and equally resigned, for the moment, to being without options. she glances up briefly at the man and his offering, but she shakes her head. it seems a generous offer, but even if she were interested, she wouldn't take it from him]

I'm in no mood. Thank you for the offer all the same. [a sigh, raking her hair back]

[benriyas]

You're welcome. Offer's still there, if ya change your mind. [easily, and he lights up. He tries to exhale in a direction away from her face though. yay cursory attempt at manners]

How long has it been since you tried to break the place down?

[reignbringer]

[ he's almost a little out of breath from his own efforts to destroy a wall! but not giving up. he comes around a corner at a brisk pace, as a result, his shoulders squared and his head low. ]

Is there no end to this infernal--

[ crashing right into you. he wasn't looking where he was going, gah ]

[actlikealady]

[she was just turning around at the sound of that voice when he charges straight into her, and -- okay, that actually threatens to barrel her over, so she grabs for him to stabilize herself] Thor!

[wait]

Thor!

1/2

[reignbringer]

[ that-- ]

Sif!

[ oh, that's... ]

[reignbringer]

[ probably terrible ]

You were captured as well?

[antiapocalypse]

[ kitchen sounds good! Buffy did some of her own wandering, and now she's staring into the refrigerator dubiously. ]

No pomegranates. I guess that's a good sign--

[ the movement catches her eye, and she jerks upright, then -- stares.

up. ]

--Hi.

[ giant Amazonian princess, in the flesh. nice armor, Sif. ]

[actlikealady]

[Sif tilts her head] What is that about -- pomegranates?

[antiapocalypse]

Uh, you know. Like in the myth. [ you are reminding her of Kendra, and you haven't even really said anything yet. ]

[howbigcanitbe]

[Hellboy saunters into the kitchen, chewing on the end of a cigar and grumbling under his breath. He pulls open the door to the fridge and bends over, tail swinging about.]

Seen any beer around here?

[actlikealady]

[she's at the table, legs crossed at the knee as she picks at a chef salad she found in a tupperware. she looks up when he enters, and only pauses for a moment]

[see, Buffy, there's a demon for you. and Asgard has not, customarily, been on great terms with fire demons. but he's all civil, and not burninating anything, so Sif shakes her head, slowly]

Not a drop of alcohol, more's the pity.

[howbigcanitbe]

[He really can't argue that as he actually is the supposed king of Hell. He's just, thus far, told them where they can shove their position.

He grabs a nonfat yogurt from the fridge, grumbles some more under his breath and sits down in a chair hard enough to make the thing protest and threaten to break. ]

That's a damn shame. I could use a sixpack of beer.

[He opens the yogurt, peers at it, sniffs at it and upends it into his mouth, making an ewww face immediately after.]

Who the hell eats this crap?

[cleanedslate]

[ food is okay. he's very definitely interested in a smoothie, anyway, if they've got the equipment for it. so he gets about two steps into the kitchen and then bwa! ]

--Cosplayers. I'm surrounded by cosplayers. [ only he doesn't think so. especially not this one. she's like eight feet tall and definitely seems like she could handle herself in a real fight, not just a posing-for-the-camera thing. plus, that armor? is criminally unlike a battle bikini. ]

[actlikealady]

[sparing a glance for him] I assure you, I am not playing at anything. [whatever a "kos" is. she finds another piece of tupperware, but it just has more cold, unappetizing food in it! and her without a fire pit or an oven or any heat source. ugh. this place is the worst]