[ 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

[slim]

[yeah]

[uh]

Maybe they'll understand if we explain that it was an accident.

[everwalking]

You know what, I take full responsibility. I will explain that it was my fault, and that I'll help them fix it or pay for it, or whatever they'd like. I'm sure they'll understand. [let him reassure you, lawful good friend!] When they arrive, since there doesn't seem to be anyone here at the moment.

[he will just borrow a few of these here bags of pretzels, and...] My name is Allen, by the way. Allen Walker. [smiling at him]

[slim]

[small smile in return which is kind of a Big Deal]

I'm Scott Summers. It's nice to meet you, Allen. Trapped in an office building and all.

[everwalking]

And it's very nice to have torn open this machine in front of someone who was willing to not hold it against me, Scott. [sheepishly]

[slim]

You didn't know and mistakes happen. [story of his life!!!]

[but yeah uh yeah]

[everwalking]

Where are they in use, anyway? The Americas? You sound like an American, but I've never really been. For all I know you have these vending machines on every street corner there.

[slim]

I'm not sure. I mean--I am from America. New York.

But I think they're popular now. I haven't really... checked. [since he jumped like twenty-something years into the future]

[everwalking]

I was in London just a few weeks ago. [huh. well] What's New York like? I've heard many things about it.

[slim]

It's nice. [except for the occasional villain-y threats] I'm mostly there for school. You should uh, visit one day.