[ 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

[waytobreakithero]

More than a few times. [ Pick pick pick. Half smile. ] Hard to keep secrets when you're plucking down out of your hair.

Are you going to fill out that thing, do you think?

[antiapocalypse]

[ hey, someone liked her joke. even if it is another Xena! ]

...Nah. It kind of seems like they want someone with experience, which... I don't really have. At all.

[waytobreakithero]

[ Nudges her own clipboard with her foot. She hasn't even read it. ]

There's no telling what sort of job it is. Maybe you'll be surprised. [ Or maybe it's some kind of stalling tactic to keep them distracted. You just never know! ]

Our captors certainly seem to want us to follow their direction. [ Which naturally means she won't. ]

[antiapocalypse]

Well, unless it involves -- uh -- railroad spikes, I just don't think my work history is gonna be helpful.

But that's what school is for, right?

[ as for the rest of that... ] Not really all that interested in giving those guys what they want, though.

[waytobreakithero]

[ They don't have "railroads" in Thedas, but they do have mines, so she gets the idea. She's cautiously impressed? ]

I don't know, if you're strong enough to drive rail spikes, I'd hire you.

My name's Hawke, by the way.

[antiapocalypse]

Strong is... definitely a trait.

[ but enough of that awkward! ] Buffy. Summers, if you want the full thing. I'm not Madonna or Cher, so I have two names.