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[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.]

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[Even though his voice is so small, she catches it enough to hear him and looks up -- and can't help but be relieved at seeing another familiar face, a friend.]

Billy!

[Cassie stands quickly, application and the state of her clothes forgotten, running over to him.] You're here, you have no idea how glad I am to see you. Are the others, too--?

[fanboyisms]

[Despite the state of her clothes, she seemed fine. Much better than he last remembers, in Scott's arms and looking pale and--

He wants to be relieved, wants to share the enthusiasm and he realyl does, deep within, but right now he's too shellshocked because it can't be her, and it was only when she speaks that he forces himself to pay attention.] No, it's just me. It's--- You're... really Cassie, right?

[His voice was tight, and gods he could hear the way his heart was pounding in his ears, and he half expects Teddy to come running in and telling him this was all a hallucination because gods it's Cassie and she's alive.]

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Yeah, of course it's me. [But okay she can understand the confusion (or rather, misunderstand it in this case) considering this place looks right out of some weird mind trick for sure. But she tries to reassure him, nodding.] I don't know what happened, but I woke up here, with that clipboard in my lap. Same for you, right?

[fanboyisms]

[Same for you, right? Except he was alive and well back home, and unless he had a freak accident with a toaster, he was pretty sure that's how he is right now. While for Cassie-- she-- The shock slowly ebbs away, and the relief finally floods him as he moves to give her the biggest hug he can manage at the moment, finally giving in to whatever this is. He doesn't even care if it's real or fake, Cassie's alive and he had missed her and the wave of guilt hasn't left but she's here and right now that mattered the most in the world.]

You're okay! You're here and-- [He takes a deep breath, trying to keep in mind what she said. He wonders if that meant she didn't know what happened to her. Would people who die know they did in that situation.] I, sort of yeah. I'm so glad to see you, Cassie.

[sizing]

[Definitely surprised at the hug, but she doesn't mind it, hugs him back easily despite how she kind of half laughs it off to keep away her confusion. Huh?]

I'm really glad to see you too, Billy.

[But indeed, just like he wonders, she has no idea the turn things took for her, everything had happened so fast she wonders if she didn't simply black out, if the attack hadn't involved more magic things instead and led to this.] Definitely okay... though it's a lot better knowing I'm not alone here, at least.

[fanboyisms]

If we even know where here is. [But no, he's too happy to see her, and if she didn't know about her own death then he doesn't want her to find out. He manages not to cry, voice slowly loosening it's tightness as he focuses on the good parts. Cassie's alive. Cassie's here. Gods, it was great to see her again.]

Tried zapping out of the place, but that had just as much success as you'd expect.