[ 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

[sublimating]

It does look like they might be a little desperate if they can't even keep a receptionist. [he gives the desk a look, and then at the other man, measuring. but he leans back in his chair, tilting his head up]

On the other hand, it seems like they have something pretty solid to offer if they can gather a group like this here without any warning or obvious opportunity for escape. [he's noticed the lack of progress made by others]

[langsyne]

Or something solid to blackmail us with.

[said straight-out, without so much as a blink. it's sad that he's used to this, sad that his original fascination and curiosity with all things new is quickly dwindling to mistrust.

and scott realizes his behavior and winces, letting out a sigh as he reaches up to rub at the bridge of his nose.]

Sorry. It's been a rough week. Year. [he offers bruce a wan smile.] I'm sure it'll be great, whatever this is.

[sublimating]

[he offers a wry smile. your exasperated, somewhat reluctant response is very familiar to him] Nice. Good optimism, there. I like it. Don't... believe it, or anything, but I like it.

[he is rather resigned to the idea that this will end in violence, himself]

Not to add to your rough year or anything. Sorry to hear about that, by the way. [heh] I can relate. [he's had a lot of rough years]