[ 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.]

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NO :D

[slim]

[surprised!! and takes a step back, then looks to the vending machine, then back at the other guy.]

Uhm. That Pop-Tart is strawberry flavored?

curses

[socrash]

[is that an observation or a statement.....?]

Have you eaten it though? 'Cause the last time I had Pop-tarts, they were gross. But they were also this weird cherry-grape flavor.

[making a face because ew.]

[slim]

[that does sound really nasty]

You probably shouldn't have it, then. What about Mentos? [he's just reading things off now]

[socrash]

Nah, too minty. Plus they don't glow in the dark when you break them in half.

[BORING.]

What about the Doritos? You want some Doritos?

[slim]

[... you shouldn't be eating anything that glows in the dark anyway]

You don't have to buy me anything.

[socrash]

[BUT IT'S NOT FUN IF THEY DON'T GLOW IN THE DARK.]

Hey, I was gonna buy 'em for me and share. [totally different, yep. eyeballing you critically because gawd you're skinny.] When was the last time you ate anyway?

[slim]

[just a touch amused]

I could ask you the same question.

[socrash]

[promptly:]

This morning, with Aunt Joan. She made eggs and pancakes.

[and he had two plates and they were DELICIOUS.]

[slim]

[did not expect an answer but okay!!]

That's... good. [look, he's really bad at this]

[socrash]

[dude, what kind of questions do you ask that you expect not to get answers? actually, don't answer that, bart's hungry and he needs sustenance. lucky him, he remembered to stash some coins in his wrist container!!

gleefully, he opens it and dumps the coins out only to reveal......that he is five cents short. curses.]

Hey, you got a nickel I could borrow? Promise I'll pay you back.

[maybe.]

[slim]

[does he look like he keeps change in his skin tight spandex costume]

I don't have any money on me. Maybe you can ask someone else.

[socrash]

[invest in some pockets, bro. or wrist containers.]

How do you not have money on you? [admittedly bart never has money either but that's 'cause he always spends it all.] What do you do when you need to buy stuff?

[slim]

[too clunky]

I usually don't have to buy anything when I'm on a mission.

[socrash]

Yeah, but you're not on missions all the time. [also brb getting some gum because that's all he can afford LAME.] Besides, you still gotta eat, right?

Collapsing from starvation is way not crash.

[slim]

When I'm not on a mission, I have pockets.

[you're doing that weird future lingo like yolo and swag aren't you] It's kind of you to be concerned over my well-being, but I'm okay. I've always been okay.

[socrash]

Nice to meet you, Okay.

[JK also nah yolo is way too retro. the coins slip into the machine one after another, and after some lightning-fast presses of the buttons, a small package of gum drops into bart's waiting hand.

he pulls his hand out of the machine, pops two strips into his mouth and starts chewing, and then offers scott the package.]

Wah' shum?

[slim]

Scott.

[was it only him or did he just barely see this guy push the vending machine buttons]

[scott puts his hand up and shakes his head] No thanks. It's yours.

[socrash]

[shrug!]

Your loss. [and there go the rest of the gum strips. mmm delicious gum that doesn't fill him up at all, dammit.] What kind of superhero name is Scott anyway? Is it short for something like Scott the Savage Silver Something-or-other?

[assuming superhero because why else would he be wearing spandex?]

[slim]

[go for the leftover tupperware next]

I'm called Cyclops on the field.

[socrash]

[ooooh, good idea.]

Cyclops? [that earns scott a curious - and also kind of weirded out - look.] Aren't those supposed to be giants with one who stomp around going 'hrrrargh, me stomp you' [cue bad re-enactment here] all the time or something like that?

[slim]

Yes. But I don't stomp around and I don't--have one eye.

[not that you could tell with those shades covering like half his face]

[socrash]

Could'a fooled me with those things.

[gesturing at scott's weirdo glasses, but he's smiling so he's not being deliberately mean.]

Why're you wearing those anyway? I mean, the color's pretty cool but Iii don't think that's the kinda fashion statement you wanna make.

[slim]

[nonchalant shrugging] I need them for an eye condition.

[socrash]

Ohhh, got it.

[he can be tactful he will not ask about it he will sit his butt down and not - nah, too boring.]

What kinda eye condition?

[slim]

[his expression reveals nothing about bart's pressing]

The kind that could end up hurting people.