[ 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

[wildkat]

Lack of foresight, my friend. [he tsks, but he heads into the kitchen] Gotta learn to be prepared for everything.

[cleanedslate]

Working on it. But I usually land on my feet.

[wildkat]

Like a cat. That's the way to be. [smiling to himself] How do you take it?

[cleanedslate]

Is "milkshake" not an option?

[wildkat]

[it's close enough to an option. he heads into the lounge to actually make the coffee, and sure enough, he finds a container of decaf. which is fine by him, and he can make it good, but it's his obligation as a coffee aficionado to mock decaf. he throws in milk and sugar to sweeten it up, and then he's back, one mug for himself, and another for Tony]

Here ya go. On the house. [generously. it's a good cup of coffee though]

[cleanedslate]

[ this is disappointing! he wanted a spittake. but he takes the mug cooperatively, a quick grin, for the effort ]

Charging me would be a little mercenary under the circumstances, don't you think. [ sip--

another sip.

huh ]