[ 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]

[for his part, Hanekoma has shown no signs of being upset at the unexpected arrival. he spends a while filling out his application whimsically, describing his colorful fictional past as a lion tamer, ghost hunter, and professional pirate, with shining references provided by Japanese pop stars and politicians. he completed it. there's no obligation to complete it honestly, as far as he knows.]

[after he's done with his application he flips through a few magazines, and then decides it's time to bring his magic to the kitchen, and shoves his long, lanky body out of his chair, rubbing the back of his neck]

Hey, look at all us hard workers! Who's ready for a coffee break? [comfortably. he makes a positively divine cup of coffee, you guys...!]

[in_perpetuity]

[ She's sitting on the counter by the sink in the kitchen, wearing nothing but one of Lelouch's button-down shirts and panties, and looking very bored. ]

It's not a real break unless there's pizza.

[wildkat]

Don't think I've heard'a that custom before. [he's a bit privately amused by what she's wearing, but he doesn't show it] Pizza's not one of my specialties, I'm afraid. You didn't find anything in the fridge?

[in_perpetuity]

[ It's a new custom. She made it up. Kicks her feet a little. ]

Some bags with people's names on them. Nothing good inside.

[wildkat]

Hmmm, let me see that! [there's actually something different about her vibe, and he gives her a measuring look as he opens the refrigerator. it's hard to make out, tuned down to the RG the way he is. but he pulls the look into a smile] You might want to put on pants if you're gonna sit there. Not exactly hygienic, ya dig?

[in_perpetuity]

[ Blinks at him. ]

I'm not going to get sick.

[wildkat]

Ahh, but would you want to eat pizza that someone had prepared on that countertop? [an elaborate shrug, shaking his head]

[in_perpetuity]

[ She can only imagine the fit Lelouch would have if he had to. Or he might just shove her off and wiped the counter down. And then made something that was definitely not pizza. Kicks legs again. ]

You're very conscientious, aren't you.

[wildkat]

What can I say? I just get a warm squishy feeling when I do something to better humanity. [amiably. he pries open a container of tupperware and considers the contents. some form of pasta]

You don't know that feeling, Legs?

[in_perpetuity]

[ This nickname, it pleases her! She sticks out one leg and wiggles her toes.

Airily. ] Oh, maybe once upon a time.

[wildkat]

[mm-hmm. he smiles at her] Best feeling in the world, human connection is.

Ya hungry?

[in_perpetuity]

Are you buying?

[ Bats her eyelashes. ]

[wildkat]

Normally I'm the one selling. But since today is a special occasion... [he looks at the name on top of the tupperware] Tom is.

[smiling!]

[in_perpetuity]

[ Laughs. ]

Isn't Tom generous.

And what is Tom providing for us?

[cleanedslate]

[ did you check the box promising you'd filled it out honestly and then sign? or did it not have one of those?

Tony Stark has filled out a job application! once. when he was in high school. as part of a social experiment that he wrote up for a thesis. ]

Anything decaffeinated? [ yeah, he knows, the word tastes funny even coming out of his mouth. euugh ]

[wildkat]

Sorry, pal. No swill served in my cafe. [the most nonchalant, hands in pockets]

Though we're not in my cafe, so I guess I could make an exception if there's some decaf in the kitchen, and you have a signed note from your doctor.

[cleanedslate]

[ he starts to pat his pockets ] You know, I must've left it in my other suit. This isn't the one I normally wear for kidnappings.

[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 ]