TDM 001. WELCOME TO THE CITY

[headandhand]

» 01. WELCOME WAGON

Wow, what a bunch of new faces! The city of Dualis hasn't seen anything like this in a long time, and they've seen some pretty crazy things. Chances are you're seeing some pretty crazy things, too, unless you're used to a lot of neon, robots, weird-ass technology, magic, and an omnipresent police force...and hey, if you are, congrats, you're gonna settle in juuuuust fine. But for the rest of you, the Head knows this has gotta be pretty overwhelming, right?

Well, since your quaint individual processing units are probably having a hard time, why not link up with another one? By which the Head means...

Hello, new citizens of Dualis, and welcome to your first monthly Network Adjacency Protocol~!

NAPs are a monthly community networking event similar to the Earth concept of speed dating! Two citizens (new arrivals and old hands alike) are placed at a table together with a handy cue card of queries to help break the proverbial ice. Ask queries and receive results, or ignore the card and yeet yourself straight into a brand new friendship! But don't be too shy, you've only got ten minutes together, and if you just sit in silence for the whole ten, then the Network Admins are likely to come supervise and try to repair the uplink through a mild shock to the ol' central nervous system. You might find yourself saying all sorts of unintended facts about yourself if that happens...probably better to just make friends, right?

» 02. A BUG IN THE CODE

Remember how the Head mentioned that whole plague thing? Well, don't worry, this isn't that.

It is, however, a really, really terrible flu circulating through the residents of Dualis. Symptoms include fever, chills, vomiting, hallucinations and even in some cases seizures. Bad news, all around. Luckily, this is something the Head knows how to deal with! Time for vaccinations, everyone~

The vaccination process is pretty straightforward: just head to your local clinic and get innoculated! You'll be in and out in less than ten minutes, MedDualis is pretty efficient that way. There isn't even a copay. The MedDroids will tell you, however, that there might be some minor side effects** to watch out for, including physical reactions and odd dreams, but don't worry--those will wear off within forty-eight hours. Nothing to concern yourself about! Of course, if that worries you, you could always run the risk of getting the flu--or passing it on to your loved ones...

**Possible side effects include: Gender or sex change, positive or negative size change, appearance alterations, shared dreams, and mild telepathic links, among others. Please contact your local MedDroid if these symptoms become too severe, or other side effects such as death occur.

» 03. TANSTAAFL

Well, you're settling in just fine, and the basic accommodations and amenities are okay, but maybe you've got a hankering to see that new VR Film: SHARKS IN SPACE 85: BLACK HOLE SHARK DO DO DO DO DO DO DO. Or maybe you want some sweet new duds to wear around town, or even just an actual slab of steak. Sorry, those cost extra, pal, which means it's time for...

JOB HUNTING.

Fortunately, Dualis makes this pretty easy! There's a job fair on this week, down at the Central Hub! Plug your certifications and skills into any of the EmployMe terminals in the Dualis Central Hub, and the computer will auto-generate a currently open job that it feels you'd be best suited for. No resume writing or lengthy application process required! Of course, whether or not this job sounds like the right job for you is another matter...but hey, how could an AI with millions of years of learning be wrong? Time to get started, or try and switch waivers with another unhappy new employee--but be warned, some unforeseen consequences may occur if you try swapping identities with someone else...

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Billy Kaplan | Young Avengers | OTA

[demiurgency]

01. speed data-ing

[This feels...weird. Really weird. But honestly, maybe that's because it feels so normal?? Don't get him wrong, after the Harvest-Moon-but-with-monsters vibe of the last place, Billy's super grateful for things like consistent electricity, food he doesn't have to forage for, and, oh yeah, his powers, limited though they may be, but this just puts him right over into serious uncanny valley territory.

Still, doesn't hurt to give it a shot, right? They might as well make friends while they're here, and maybe someone else will have a better idea of what's up with this city. Or at least where he can find a decent cheeseburger. Offering his new partner a grin and a wave as they slide into the seat across from him, Billy starts with the first prompt on the cue card in front of him:]

Hey, I'm Billy, and my favorite ice cream flavor is chocolate. What's yours?

[Seems kinda basic, but hey, why not start simple?]

03. career goals

[Okay, he's been strong for like a week, but the lack of snacks and good shampoo is killing him, so it's time to get down to business and find a job. The system seems basic enough; plug in his skills, education, and previous experience, get a job. No fuss or fancy interview outfits required. Only...well, he doesn't seem to be so sold on his job, staring at the card in his hands with something faintly like dismay. Barista? Seriously? What is this, New York circa the year 4000??? Sighing, he turns to the person at the next terminal, shrugging and showing them his card.]

Well....at least I'll get free coffee...gotta look on the bright side, right?

WILDCARD.
((Choose your own prompt, or hit me up for whatever on plurk at amurderofbees!))

01.

[alightinthebox]

[There are elements of the city that feel familiar, rarely a good sign considering the various places Hope has... lived ('called home' would be pushing it). But people are still the unfamiliar variable, potentially the most useful or the most dangerous, which is why she's here. She just has to keep telling herself that.

She doesn't manage a wave back, but she does her best to not look unfriendly. Or like she has no idea of how to answer.]

Hi, I'm Hope. I like chocolate.

[Which probably transfers over to ice cream, so she has this.]

...What's your favorite color?

David Alleyne | X-Men & Young Avengers | OTA

[helpdesk_hero]

1. Not His First Speed-Friending

[Pros and cons of the situation. Pro: David liked meeting new people sometimes. The last person he met in a rush turned out to be a pretty interesting guy who had in two days changed his entire life and let him see a corner of the multiverse in surprising depth. He’d even come out, kissed a guy, saved the multiverse and had a kickass party with his new friends. Con: Almost died, again. Was threatened with non-existence by said guy’s future-god boyfriend, was left with questions about his fate, and has said friend who started it all ignore him. So... wash?

He fidgeted in his seat and shifts nervously.]

So, uh, what is your favorite thing to do on a lazy day?


3. Massively Over-Qualified.

[He stands at the terminal, considering it leeringly. There were so many questions e had, abs no potential for answers. How did the algorithms decide who was suitable for what jobs? What potential pool of openings was there. Could he maybe manage to get something that wouldn’t suck? How long would the system let him keep entering skills and knowledge sets before it decided he was making things up? What shadowy organization was storing that information and for what purpose?

What was a young former mutant to do but sigh at the terminal and consider. Which of course meant taking up space other people could use. Which he would apologize for later, given he was trying to decide whether he should be labeling his multiple sources of medical knowledge based on category, specialization, or how much skill he actually had in them. Trauma surgeon, yes, good. Neuro? Definitely didn’t trust his hands enough for that one, Strange be damned.]

Is it wrong that I just prefer a resume so I don’t have to go into all of my skills?

Squall Leonhart | Final Fantasy VIII | OTA

[silentnarration]

01 - Speed Friending
Sure, he's gotten better about opening up around his friends but full out socializing is still not on the menu, especially when he's somehow stuck in this weird world for a year.

Sadly, remaining silent with his arms folded and giving conversation-ending dismissive answers aren't going to cut it apparently. Suddenly his eyes widen slightly and he straightens, feeling something close to a jolt that has him blurt out.

"I never cared for the hot dogs in the cafeteria. I prefer the blueberry cake."

Okay, why the hell did he choose to go with that?


02 - A bug in the code
"In what universe is this a minor side effect?!" After the initial shock of it wore off, Squall can be seen trying to get in a MedDroid's face. Not that it's garnering much success.

For anyone who met him before, it's not much of a drastic change aside from the longer hair, narrower shoulders, and softer facial features. There is a tighter fit around his chest but even then it's not very prominent. His usual deep monotone, on the other hand, has gotten more pitched.

He bursts out of the clinic angrily after, pulling his leather jacket close around him and scowling. Fine. He can survive forty-eight hours. Unfortunately for anyone in his way though, he's just angrily pushing and shouldering past.

"Out of my way."


03 - Job Hunting
Squall just stares blankly at the printed paper that has the name of a local supermarket and the job title of 'shelf stacker' in large and bold letters.

Seriously? Mercenary training and this is what he gets? He touches a hand to his forehead and sighs as he clenches the paper without crumpling it.

"Fine, whatever. I'll do it."


Wildcard me?
((OOC: Hit me up if you'd like a different prompt. I can match brackets too. Couldn't resist a sex swap. He's his male self in the job hunt prompt.))

1 - I’d say sorry but Nida has been through some shit

[skyward_eyes]

He isn’t amused. Nida wasn’t amused by this mandated process, he wasn’t amused that people could be hitting on his boyfriend at another table, he wasn’t amused that he wasn’t there to glower at anyone who might give Seifer grief. And he was not amused to see this face in particular opposite him. Not this one person who could undo all of the progress Seifer was making. Not the person who, a few years from now judging from Squall’s features, would lead to a lot of Nida’s current nightmares. Not Squall fucking Leonhart.

No. He is not amused.

Especially with the younger version of his CO having recognized him.

“You have the power to do away with one and mandate the other. Use it. But add more curry dinners. They have a superior blend of vegetables, meats, grains , and spices to make it interesting.”

And all of it said at a sort of deadpan that Nida hated using. But what else could he do? Right now spy-face was the only thing keeping him from trying to walk out.

Ayana Amamoto | Caligula Effect Overdose

[androphobe]

[Welcome Wagon]

[The good news is that Ayana's kinda used to this weirdness of waking up in a different world. Granted, the world she'd woken up in before had tried its best to mimic reality as best as possible.

This was...different. Real different. Not Mobius, surely, but she still held the same appearance as she had in the virtual world... And now being forced into something like speed dating?? please no???

She's shoved in a seat, looking disgruntled, wary, and a little terrified. IF any female-presenting person sits opposite her, she relaxes, though, breathing out a sigh of relief.] Oh, thank God. I thought they'd still me with some disgusting boy. They're just the worst, aren't they? I'm so glad they gave me a girl instead!

[If, however, you are male-presenting, you're met with a positively withering look and Ayana recoils as if in disgust.]

No.

[That's all. Just NOPE.] Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. Hell, don't even breathe in my direction. If you could just stop breathing and drop dead, that'd be much more convenient for me.

[YIKES]

[Job Hunting]

[She can't remember the last time she'd really needed money to buy anything, so this is...weird. But it's not like she's a stranger to hard work or anything, so taking a poke at the employment machine things sounds fun!]

I used to work in a nail salon, so something like that would be nice again... Or anywhere where I won't have male customers. [Siiigh] Or maybe I'm still technically young enough to go to school... [Did this place have an actual education system and schools?? She didn't know, but Ayana did know that she still appeared to be about 17 so maybe that could be used to her advantage...

But apparently hen trying to input that she doesn't want to interact with ANY male customers, something got confused, because--]

Exotci dancer!? Hell no! There's been a mistake! [Help she's yelling at the machine]

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[helpdesk_hero]

[Definitely male presenting. And definitely looking a bit off-put by the hostility. But the young man does look away and tilt his head to breathe another way. For all he knows there is a cultural difference, or perhaps religious, that makes this inappropriate. He is doing all he can, here. So please work with him a bit.]

I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I don’t intend to die again, though. It’s unpleasant. But I have a feeling we might be punished for not talking, so if nothing else you should maybe keep ranting at me.

cloud strife | final fantasy 7 | ota

[bravers]

001;

[He sure as hell didn't need some kind of meet and greet session in order to get along with things. The Head had said that he'd be here a year. And it wasn't ideal, but it wasn't as if he had a choice. To whoever was behind this, it didn't matter about things, people left behind.

That was it, wasn't it...?

There was no point lashing out or trying to escape. Yet, anyway.
He leafs through the sample questions, eyebrows furrowed and gaze sceptical. But as he does, bright eyes move, instinctively, to the door. Maybe he could slip out without anyone realizing.

...If his partner stayed quiet about it.

He brings his eyes back to whoever's sat opposite him, his mouth parting to ask something, and then closing.

Might be a better idea to wait until they're switched out again.]

002;

[His problem wasn't exactly the long list of side-effects that came with his inoculation. His problem was actually allowing himself to be placed into a chair and allowing the MedDroid close to him. Especially when it was carrying something that resembled a needle.

He didn't know why his heart is currently racing in his throat- why his nostrils have flared quite so much, or why every muscle in his body is tense and taught enough to ache. Nor did he know why the smell of the medical facility bothers him quite so much- but perhaps those waiting for their shot will hear a loud "The hell're you doin'?!"

Yeah, he's bailing.

He's gone. Bye, bye, bye, bye bye.]

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[skyward_eyes]

Places like this tend to have a way of bending you to their will. I don’t suggest running. Yet.

[The man opposite him doesn’t even bother looking at the card in front of him. Or directly at Cloud for that matter. He had given the man a serious once over when he had arrived, scoffed, and leaned back casually in his chair. What could he say, Nida was hardly in the mood for another moody blonde with the body of a warrior.]

There are usually negative repercussions. Just pick something off the card. It probably won’t kill you to play along with their games.

Lieutenant Mira | Warhammer 40k

[cadiastands]

1. icebreakers where she's from involve live fire exercises

[Absolutely nothing has made sense so far, so why should this be any different? Fortunately or otherwise, Mira's used to following pointless dictates with only minimal grumbling, and having decided she'll accomplish nothing by being contrary, she's saving her nervous breakdown about it all for later, in private. She consults the list of prompts.]

I'd be delighted to inform you how I take my coffee, if I knew what it was.

[The young human woman in a nondescript khaki tunic sounds upper class English--or whatever the equivalent in the listener's society might be--especially given how dryly that remark comes out. Maybe she's a tea drinker.]

3. unsuited to civilian employment

[A completely faceless and probably incorrect job assignment process for which there's no recourse? Finally, something normal! Mira squints at her results when a not entirely unforeseen wrinkle emerges: she has no idea what this job is. It seems promising, but she doesn't trust anything about this place, so she leans over to the person next to her.]

Excuse me, but do you know what "laser tag" is?

[The questioner is a 20-something woman in strangely designed khaki military fatigues. She's taken off her outer armor and reluctantly left her gun in the dormitory, so she looks less like she's spoiling for a fight than normal, but that sure is a skull with wings on her belt buckle.]

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[aleifr]

[The man being questioned is another 20-something, but physically the similarities end there. He's an absolute giant of a man - broad shouldered, heavily muscled, and close to seven feet in height. The sides of his head are shaved, and runic tattoos inked in black run up and down his forearms. In place of khaki fatigues, his clothes are a simple tunic and trousers of homespun wool and linen.

[In all, he looks as out of place among the sleek machinery and neon lights of Dualis as he possibly could. Doesn't look pleased about it either judging by the scowl on his face.

[He does however, answer her question with a shake of his head.]

No idea.

[In all honesty, she'd lost him at 'laser'.]

Ignis Scientia | FFXV | ota

[lenity]

» 01.

[The fun thing about the flash cards was that they weren't of any use to him. He wasn't exactly sure what they were for, to be honest- but that was quite alright. He'd been directed well enough in what this entailed. It was to speak to others who were under the same circumstances as himself and to be frank, any form of non-mechanical contact was welcomed.

What wasn't welcomed, under any sense, shape, or form of the word, was the fact he was here. Away from things which, if he were honest, were far more important to him than whatever could be achieved here.

Yet arguing was pointless. Any argument he could have formed, no matter how well-constructed, meant nothing. This situation was entirely what it was, and if anything, if they were all here, he could listen out for Gladiolus or Prompto.

The faint scrape of a chair opposite him indicates that someone's here, yet he can't smell the notes of Prompto's fragrance, nor does he feel eclipsed from the lighting in the room by Gladio's shadow. Still.

Someone's there.]

Hello.

» 03.

[Job hunting indeed.

He does need some help with entering the requirements into the terminal. That's a matter that's simple enough- though it does bring forward quite the moral dilemma. How exactly could he offer his specific training to anyone and not go back on his oath? It wouldn't matter that Noctis would never know.

He knew. And that was just as much the issue.

Still. Getting an offer didn't exactly constitute taking it. He couldn't imagine Noctis could, or would consider any of this treason. Not given the circumstances. Plus, should their host be honest about them being returned, he wouldn't want it to be in a body bag. He'd be useless that way.

So, he speaks quietly, clearly, as whoever has graciously agreed to input his details into the system. There's a short wait before the result is returned; but even then, he's surprised.

A babysitter, of all things?]

Excuse me?

1.

[skyward_eyes]

[For a moment, when he approaches the table, Nida considers not even sitting down. Even with the scars and lacking the tattoo in some ways the man looks a bit too much like Zell, and there is a face he doesn’t even want to contemplate right not. Not with what he’s been through. But, if nothing else, Nida was trained to be civil and polite and warm to all people when he could, and while he didn’t like to fall back on training anymore, it seemed like the best way to address this. So, after that brief moment of hesitation he sits down and considers the man in front of him, on the other side of the table.

He absolutely takes care to make a bit of extra noise pulling the chair out. Apparently he whole ‘disarm suspicion by trying to make others comfortable’ was useful here. Had used it a lot in the past, but for now it gave him a ground to start with.]

Hello to you as well. My name is Nida. Would you like to start the questions, or should I?

Hank Anderson | Detroit: Become Human

[sociallychallenged]

» 01. WELCOME WAGON

[Hank's sitting at his table, arms crossed petulantly, looking for all it's worth like a three year old denied a toy than a grown-ass fifty-three year old man because he doesn't want to fucking talk to people, he doesn't want to be here, he doesn't want to get to know anyone.]

[But he's already aware that if he doesn't, they'll do that fucking... what is it even? Shock therapy? Some bullshit to make words come out of his mouth that he doesn't want to happen.]

[Cards lay in front of them and he glares at them with a gambler's spiteful intensity. 'What's your name?' 'How long have you been here?' 'What do you do?' Mundane sort of crap. At least it's not an interrogation. And if he takes his sweet ass time answering, he can pad his time, and everyone can get out of here without any trouble or more information than is necessary.]

[When the next person sits down, he's still got every bit of his 'Not happy to be here but prepare for the ritual' demeanor, and he glances down to the card and back up to his prospective buddy's face.]

So. What's your name?

» 03. TANSTAAFL

[He is betting that somewhere there's a man behind a curtain with a professor's predisposition for tricky assholery claiming to be this all-knowing leader. That makes the most sense to him. But now he's been yellow-brick-roaded to the job fair so he can just feed himself, and he's picking out all the qualifications that he had for detective work.]

[Hank was, for most of his early career, one of the best. He slipped when he lost his son, certainly. His wonderful reputation shattered like glass and it might as well have been as sharp when he tried to catch it. At least at the moment he can call back on that old rep, and his history. Sure, he doesn't have his mobile CSI unit, but the whole place is techno-hell so maybe he doesn't even need Connor here.]

[That probably shouldn't provoke a sad reaction in him, but it is there.]

[Speaking of techno-hell? He looks over at the person next to him.] Did yours freeze up? I swear to fuck I'm missing a button 'cause it stopped loading.

I better not have to fill out all this shit all over again... [He sighs heavily at the screen, an accusation in a heave of breath.]

number one.

[zwischenzugs]

[hank isn’t the only one who isn’t thrilled about participating in this activity. mello sits down in the chair opposite with a similarly petulant attitude, scowling, his arms folded tightly over his sleeveless black leather vest. he shoots hank a particularly withering look when the question is asked.]

Don’t tell me you actually care about this utter waste of time.

Yondu Udonta | Guardians of the Galaxy

[yondu]

» 01. WELCOME WAGON

[You know what is pretty shit about being in a place? Being the blue guy in a place. Being the blue guy in a new place. Everything else here seems run of the mill, and very, very Kree.]

[Yondu Udonta hates it. This big brain reminds him a lot of the Supreme Intelligence. He's pretty sure this "getting to know you" shtick is a way to dig for information, and he's not been wanting to play along. Problem is he's not aware yet of the consequences of not playing along.]

[His first go round? Not warned. And whoever is sitting across from him has had to deal with his silence for a little while. Red eyes, scarred face, and all spite.] You'd best be gettin' ready to move on and- Ah!

What the hell was that? [Yondu holds his fin, looking offended at whatever feeling just crept up his spine.]

» 02. A BUG IN THE CODE

[He doesn't want a vaccination, either. He doesn't want anything. He's weighing the option of getting sick versus have a stranger stick some concoction in him (again, consider it another negative attached to his feelings on the Supreme Intelligence).]

[He assumed, wrongly, that being a non-human would mean that he couldn't get sick from this hanky Terran shit.]

[Yondu's been trying to resist going to the clinic. Just heal the average way. Though someone might catch him out, attempting to make his way to buy something that would cool his fever, leaning his shoulder against a wall and waiting for a dizziness to finish washing over him.]

[He wipes his bro] Damn, reckon I gotta figure out whether I'm gonna die in the fryin' pan or in the fire. [Said to himself in his thick drawl.]

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[helpdesk_hero]

[Yondu may not be speaking, but honestly, David has no such issues. Mostly he has been offering something, though the man barely seems to care about his favorite flavor of ice cream or anything like that. Mostly David chatters because it gives him more time to evaluate he man without seeming like he is staring. Blue... but not Kree. Definitely not Kree, too slouched, too ragged, the fin. Probably not a mutant either. Because he knows most of the blue mutants.

But the shock? That gives David pause.]

What the hell was what?

Brandon Heat | Gungrave

[never_betray]

01- Speed dating
The first thing he found off was waking up in a new world, a world without Millenion, a world where he was free to just be Brandon Heat again. Just someone from Desolation Alley, not the star sweeper of the biggest family around. That had been nice, but when he found himself in his black suit sitting at a table with a cue card in front of him all he could do at first was blink.

He was no good at anything social. Sure he warmed up to people pretty easy but this... this was off. Instead of reading the card, he turned it towards whoever sat down. His neat writing filling in the blanks.

Hello, my name is Brandon, my favorite food is gas station hot dogs, what is yours?

Yes, this would do. He wasn't mute, he just didn't actually speak a lot unless forced, and without Thea or the others around he didn't feel like sharing his new found social skills yet.

03- Door to Door hitman, y/n?

Walking silently through the Dualis Central Hub, Brandon sighed a little as he typed in his skills, of course leaving off assassin and such. Even adding his old jobs from Medietas. No matter how bad he was at the fabric shop it had paid his bills after all.

Looking over the options he had to look away a moment and rub his eyes some, they were burning again. He hated how often this happened now of days when he tried to read smaller things. He had a feeling glasses were in his future but he was being stubborn for the time being. Backing out of the options he sighed and returned his hands to his pockets. Nothing had caught his eye yet so he moved to walk from one of the machines as if to leave.

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[yondu]

Is there much more work for a space pirate? Not really. Yet Yondu needs money, and the best thing he has to offer is engineering.

Which he's amazingly good at. He's been working on his own ship for long enough, running big heists that involve breaking into vaults or throwing a ship's thruster systems into disarray that he's gotten better at this kind of thing.

Ability to use weapons he's absolutely clicking. He carries that one on him all the time.

The blue man seems satisfied with his technologically apt choices, thinking those will tide him over (besides, learning how this place works will only serve him in the long run, especially if this AI is anything like the supreme intelligence. It's in stepping back, though, that he notices the guy a couple of terminals down getting frustrated.

"Don't think they let you run food carts here, best you be choosin' before they make the choices for ya, son." He sounds far more Southern US than his blue scarred face looks. It's a good Devil Went Down to Georgia aesthetic, though, what with the sharp teeth and red eyes and the like.

Sharon da Silva | Silent Hill

[merged]

▎▎▎ 01 | Welcome Wagon

Sharon has moved a lot in her young life, from one city to the other, bags always packed, always prepared. It always came out of nowhere, really. She'd go to school one day and come home to their things packed (the important things, just the little they could carry and live off of) so they could then start anew somewhere else where no one would notice her. A brand new name. A brand new background. A brand new home.

Dualis reminded her of that and that she's never had a home. Its reminded her that she'll never have one now.

At the mixer, Sharon has her arms crossed, virtually flashing a sign that both screams I'm really uncomfortable here and Stay the fuck away or I will hurt you. But she knew she couldn't do either, not when she's so alone now (not when she needs someone, anyone, dad).

"So," she trails off, clearly unused to something like small talk, swallowing a thick lump in her throat as she leans back into her chair,"Do you think this shit is stupid, too?"

▎▎▎ 02 | A Bug in the Code

Her blonde hair is knotted and dry. Her skin is pale and makes the redness of her nose and eyes brighter, more visible. She's somehow come down with that fucking illness everyone else seemed to be shitty enough to catch and spread.

Assholes, she thinks with heavy vitriol.

She tugs her jacket around her a little tighter as she stands outside of one of the clinics. Sharon isn't at a point where she feels she can place her trust in, well, anything offered here.

And then there's the rumors she's heard: the 'side-effects'. Maybe she'll just stick with tea and a day in bed.

[ ooc: if you'd like something specific, have any questions, need more details, feel free to PM here or hit me up lunareism ]

the not-so-welcome wagon

[zwischenzugs]

[the blond who slips into the chair opposite sharon looks a) like he just stepped out of the hot topic web site and 2) just as unhappy as sharon about being here. his expression is arranged into a sullen scowl, and his arms are crossed over his black leather vest in a mirror image of sharon. he scoffs at her question and rolls his eyes.]

Anyone with half a brain should find this stupid.

[so that’s a yes.]

[quicksmiles_nimblefingers]

A. Welcome Wagon

Why has this place brought in a little kid? Or little enough kid. Abby sighs and taps her foot in the air as she considers the person across from her nervously. Interacting people in an honest matter? Totally not her strong suit. But she is adorable and that usually works.

“Uh,” she says, frowning at the cue cards in front of her. “My name is Abby and... shoot these questions suck. Okay, uh, favorite fruit, go.”

It says a lot about a person, their favorite fruit. Or she though so. Her world didn’t have a lot of fresh produce after all.

B. Bug in the Code

Bug? This isn’t a bug. This is a blessing. Normally Abby is all of four foot eight, and frankly she doesn’t expect that she is going to get much bigger. Except damn this is the best vaccine ever, even if trusting computers is sorta like trusting megacorps and is so totally stupid. But man, free healthcare? Down for that if it means not getting sick. And this?

The only downside of being suddenly six feet tall is that her leather coat has to be wrapped around her waist and her jeans are more like capris now. But she happily walks around the grocery store now, offering to get things down for other people.

C. TANSTAAFL

The paper is rude. The paper is cruel. The paper has a girl just about in tears as she kicks the kiosk. But it makes sense, right? The girl, sixteen and small and probably cute as a button when she wasn’t fighting back tears. The paper falls out of her hand too, as she punches the machine.

Florist the paper declares. A lovely job for a lovely teen. Except she is cursing anyway.

“You fucking piece of shit machine. Should turn you into spare helmet parts. Shove you into a fusion drive. Drop you off of the roof of Errera!”

Welcome Wagon

[whosthemonsternow]

South isn't quite sure what the hell this place is even about. Honestly, she was hoping for booze at this...mingle? Whatever it is. She's just gotten in and settled with the first person she's supposed to talk to, but hell- is she even old enough to drink? She squints, probably not...

"Grapes?" Is grape a fruit? Maybe, probably. Weird question so, whatever, grapes definitely work. "Grapes are good, pineapples aren't bad. Watermelons? Man, I'd probably eat whatever fruit I'm handed."

Connor | Detroit: Become Human | OTA

[notalive]

01. break ice, plunge into freezing water beneath

Connor did, upon arrival, try to rationally explain that he is an android, and though there might be something like DNA in certain of his biocomponents, it is not actually DNA and he might not be the best candidate for whatever this is supposed to be. It was met with entirely deaf ears.

And so here he sits, at what was sold to him as a 'networking event', but what looks like an interrogation if only the suspects interrogated back. Helpfully, he's holding a piece of paper in front of him with such things as...

"If you were a celebrity, describe your signature fragrance."

He manages to ask this with a straight face and a perfectly affable tone of voice. But the LED on his right temple is going in quick little yellow circles.

--

03. entry position, 36 years experience req'd

It's not lack of money that makes Connor march his way into the job fair bright and early a couple of days after arrival - it's curiosity. He asked himself what it is people - other people, he has to remind himself of his own personhood sometimes in little ways like this - do with their lives, and the first answer he thought of was that they work. He's never had a job before. (Some might argue that he absolutely has had a job - he was a detective. Connor would argue that he was more like a piece of--

"Roomba technician."

--a piece of equipment.)

"It seems like these terminals came programmed with a sense of irony," he says, half to himself...but also sort of to his neighbour at the terminal over.

Irony or self-hatred, or ironic self-hatred.

03. Assuming that they've already reunited for the sake of not being repetitive later

[sociallychallenged]

Hank's already gone through the whole process of integrating himself into his work. He's back on beat patrol, but as usual, Hank's not satisfied with just that. Which is a vast improvement from his emotional complacency that Connor saw reach its eventual breaking point. Where he'd gone from refusing to go to crime scenes to demanding to Fowler that they need more time and that they were almost there.

It's all that growth that, when he overhears what job is recommended, he immediately is ready to snipe the damn program.

"What the fuck are they thinking? Fuckin' at least make you a fuckin' secretary or somethin'. Fuck this thing."

He doesn't buy it. Connor deserves better. To Hank he was very much a cop, and while he would like Connor the chance to choose his job he'd also like him to have a job that wasn't fuckin' slapping more robots into workable servitude. Jesus Christ.

"You gonna let it pick that for ya?"

Rinoa Heartilly | Final Fantasy VIII

[etherealsage]

01 - Let's Break the Ice
Is this really how this is going? Rinoa's seen no shortage of strange things, and this isn't exactly a situation she's expected to be greeted with. She's also not certain this is really the right time to be getting into this. But ultimately, it might be better to have people on her side rather than against her.

Might as well try to fit in, right?

"I have a dog back at home," she says, remarkably bright and cheerful. "His name is Angelo and he likes to sleep at the foot of my bed. Well, when I let him. Do you have any pets?"

---

03. Making an Honest Living
Rinoa's eyebrows raise. To be fair, trying to list out her qualifications is a little complicated. It's not as though she's exactly got a plethora of experience in... other... jobs. There aren't jobs that call for the daughter of a military general, or a revolutionary, or... a Sorceress. But after some consideration, she cryptically explains her traits likely fall in place with resistance work, an interest in intel gathering, and a knowledge in magical traits.

What she gets in return, however...

"...Musician?"

Her head tips. In what world does anyone think she has a musical affinity in any capacity? "Can we do this again? I think I got someone else's results by mistake."

A machine isn't always right, after all. Machines totally make errors.

...Right?

Well he knows about Angelo soooo - Making an Honest Living

[skyward_eyes]

Machines totally make errors. It breaks hearts too. Which Nida would have told her had he been there when she had gone to the machine. As it was he was just heading down the street near the machines. Someone called in about a broken car up the road and little mechanic man has to deal with it.

Except he hears the words. And he knows the voice. Enough to stop and look, just in case. No way it was possible. Give him credit, he doesn't drop his toolbox. But he does change paths toward her, a soft and fond smile on his lips.

"I don't know, Rin, you could do anything you set your mind to."

How is he supposed to know she isn't the same Rinoa he'd spent almost a year living with. Not that it would matter. So much of the good of his life lately has come from a Rinoa. So he trusts her. Bone deep.

Finn Mertens || Adventure Time

[punchpunchkisskiss]

01. Speed Friending

[ Finn has been sitting at this table for 3 minutes and already he's drumming on it with both hands. He seems in good spirits though, an amiable smile on his face as his first friend-date takes their seat. ]

Hi! I'm Finn.

[ He may be 16, but there isn't a hint of teenage rebellion in him. ]

02. Genderswap


[ Finn had to be dragged into the clinic even after hearing all the possible flu symptoms. The whole way he insisted that he was too tough to catch the flu, and so didn't the vaccine. Also he hates getting shots.

Some time later you look away just for a second, and when you turn back Finn has turned into a girl. A large chunk of hair has fallen out of his hood in the process, but he hasn't noticed any of this. ]

03. Finn the Sales Representative

[ Finn maybe didn't do the best job of entering his skills into the terminal. But he's been assigned a job, and he intends to do it. Luckily the waiver included a job description, because he's never heard of a 'sales representative' before. Now he just needs to find something to sell... and a briefcase. Salesmen always have briefcases.

He's gathered a number of items in his backpack, and accosts the first person he sees. ]

Hi! Can I interest you in buying something today?

1

[bmos]

Hello Finn. My name is BMO!

Are we pretending that we don't know each other? Oh! In that case, my name is not BMO. It is Charlie.

Vincent Valentine || FFVII Compilation

[chaosvessel]

001. speed. d-dating...?

[Vincent isn't precisely verbose now, after everything he'd been through, and even before his death and his repurposing at the hands of Professor Hojo, he'd been a quiet, shy man who spoke seldom. Most would even have described him as awkward. In fact, he wouldn't be here, seated at this table, frowning down at the card of inane questions, if it hadn't been for the threat of deep neurological pain at the prospect of rebellion. He had no control of the demon inside him, Chaos, the Soul Eater. If he were to allow it, him, to be free here, how many innocent people would...

...he would simply do as he was told, answer these questions and let it be done with. It was only 10 minutes, after all. He could...survive that long. Crimson eyes moved across the card and his frown only deepened.]

...Pointless.

[Still, they could view even that as a rebellion, couldn't they? He flexed his jaw as someone took a seat across from him. No more time to stall, was there? He looked up at the newcomer, maintaining the same even expression.]

...Hello.

002. job hunting...

[He'd never put much stock in gil before, well not since Cloud had woken him those years ago Now, the small stipend was barely enough to get by on and something would need to be done. Hunting wasn't an option in a place like this, but the job fair caught him attention. Even as he made his way to one of the directed terminals he cut a strange figure, with his crimson cape obscuring the lower half of his face, his unkempt hair and smooth stride. He answered the questions on the terminal as honestly as possible and frowned down at the voucher. "Bodyguard" it said.

He scoffed at the irony.]

...accurate, at least.

003. wilcard!

[OOC: Want something else? Do the scene!]

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[plate_builder]

[A recognizable cape, a recognizable form, and a recognizable bit of hair. All of it enough to bring a tall man in a blue coat over, hands tucked behind his back as he considers the not-so-stranger. He even gets a brief glimpse of the voucher as he comes to a stop.

Can't help the brief bit of chuckling.]

I must say, I find you rather successful at the task.

Naminé ~ Kingdom Hearts

[really_sketchy]

<01. How to speed date?

[Naminé gently toys with the edge of the paper card while reading through the questions listed on the stark white page.

Favorite ice cream? Sea salt? Or maybe not. That hadn't been her favorite. Not technically anyway. Maybe it's a flavor she hasn't tried before? Would it be bad if she lied? Did that count as a lie when she wasn't sure? Maybe another question instead…

A hobby? This one is easier. She loves to draw! and after looking down at the other questions, this is the one question that she knows the answer too.

Her head rose and she finally looks up at the person sitting across from her. She'd taken so much time trying to come up with an answer that Network Admins had assumed she was stalling and had kindly given her a mild electric shock. Naminé gasps as pain jolts through her frame, her hand coming to rest on her chest as the surprise of the sudden jolt fades. She's never felt anything like that before, perhaps because she's never had a body exactly like this one before.]

I'm sorry.

[Her voice is softly spoken but sweet.]

My name is Naminé.

I like to draw.

<02. How to be a waitress?

[She's never had a job before but she's excited to learn and to try her best. The coffee shop she's working at is small and while she's in the middle of being trained on how to make coffee, Naminé is clean up the and taking care of the dishes, which require no previous training. Except that it's all new to the young Nobody and one misstep with a balanced stack of plates as her and the plates crashing to the ground.

She winches in pain and then stares in horror at the broken plates.

It also doesn't help that everyone in the coffee shop has turned to stare at her.]

I'm sorry.

[Naminé mumbles the soft apology under her breath, quickly rises to her feet and almost slips a second time. Maybe the heads made a mistake bringing her here…]

<03. How to do that wildcard thing?

[ooc: come at me bro.]

2

[salvagedlight]

[He'd been running in to pick up an order when the crash happened, and like everyone else, Ven had cringed a little at the sound. It wasn't her fault, but it was loud and high-pitched, and his good hearing had made it just a little bit worse for him.]

[But the expression on her face (is it slightly familiar? she kind of maybe reminds him of someone, but he can't be sure...) is something he can't just ignore. This girl is obviously embarrassed and looks like she wants to disappear into a hole, and he can already see most of the other people around turning back to whatever had been occupying their attention before the plates fell. And he kind of gets it - she made the mess so she needs to clean it up, this is clearly her job so she needs to do it - but something feels not right in just leaving her to deal with this on her own. And when she starts to slip again, he temporarily abandons his own job to dart forward and try to catch her arm to help keep her from falling into a very uncomfortable pile of broken crockery.]

Hey, it's okay - no one's hurt.

Steve Rogers| MCU

[waypastasking]

01. Speed dating??

Steve tapped his fingers on the table in front of him, fussing with the plaid shirt that he wore. Whoever thought up this idea of welcoming people obviously didn't know him that well. He didn't do this kind of thing, ever... Well, that might be a lie, he did kind of have a life after the ice, just not much of one. He hadn't lied to Natasha when he said that wasn't his first kiss since 1945, but dating wasn't a priority. It still isn't, if he's honest, but when in Rome.

He looked up at the person seated across from him, smiling. "So, do you have any hobbies?"


03. Never one to do nothing

[ Steve was never someone who could stay still for very long. He needed to feel needed. That was something he felt deep in his bones, even before the Serum. So, no one who knows Steve should be surprised to see him looking at the computer with a disconcerted look on his face. ]

Is using this, the only way to get a job?

speed dating! ok with you if jason recognizes steve from his last game?

[scathefires]

Jason is not happy to be here, and it shows in his body language - arms folded across his chest, expression fixed in a deep scowl. He’s never dated and he doesn’t have (many) friends, and this exercise seems incredibly pointless and stupid.

“Really?” he asks, tone dry as a desert. “You’re seriously gonna play this game?”

Erik Lehnsherr | X-Men Cinematic | OTA

[magneticfields]

01. Welcome Wagon

[ To put it in the mildest possible terms, this is not where Erik wants to be. He wants to be in Paris. Roadblocks, both personal and professional, had finally cleared from the path of a possible future he hadn't allowed himself to consider a possibility in decades.

Of course he got waylaid. Did he ever truly expect otherwise? That he would be allowed to just be happy for a day? An hour? A few minutes before it is rudely ripped away from him yet again? To say his mood is sour is another mild statement.

Brooding won't help anything, as attractive as it may be. If he's ever going to get out of here, he's going to need allies. The more the better. So this silly event may prove itself useful. He leans to the side in his seat, ankle crossed over knee, the only indication of his agitation taking the form of softly tapping the index card on the table as he waits whoever might approach him next. He's not exactly smiling, but his expression is carefully neutral. Maybe even a little friendly. (Though probably only if you know him, and not well enough to realize what an act it is.) If it's a woman who approaches, he will rise from his seat. Edie Lehnsherr made sure her boy had manners, after all. ]

Ah, hello. Erik Lehnsherr.

[ No matter who approaches, he will offer a hand to shake. ]

03. Tanstaafl

[ Erik doesn't trust computers. Not since the U.S. government designed a fleet of twenty foot tall genocidal robots with the mission of wiping out all mutant kind. But he's never been one to stay idle, and prefers to keep his less-than-legal activities to the type that are a little more high-minded than simple burglary.

So he lines up with everybody else, punches in his particular qualifications: genius intellect, polyglot, experienced engineer, metal worker, spy, club owner, etc. etc. etc.

He smirks as the thing seems to take longer with his than it had with those in front of him in line. Shrugs in a poor attempt at an apology to the person standing behind him. ]

Extensive CV, I'm afraid. There's something rather Soviet about this whole process, wouldn't you say?

[ Finally the thing stops chugging and whirring through all the data and produces his assignment. He stares at it, and blinks.

This must be some kind of mistake. ]

Bar tender?

[axiomed]

[ charles hides a grin behind his hand. ]

Well, at least they seem to possess a sense of humour.

Thane Krios | Mass Effect | ota

[wickedprayers]

WELCOME WAGON

[There was no use in being stubborn at the moment. Besides, Thane always preferred the quieter approach to rebellion. Instead of standing up and attempting to leave he sat at the designated table with his hands folded neatly atop the surface, gaze momentarily darting about to survey his surroundings. He had taken a look at the cue cards, of course, finding them a bit droll. Did humans really sit at a table with strangers and pick uninspired questions from a list to ask one another? In a short, allotted time frame, no less? It seems counter productive to him. People get nervous, stumble over their words, sit in awkward silence — what was to be accomplished in doing this?

Perhaps he could use this opportunity to gather information. Even if said information was just a tidbit or two about whomever ends up sitting across from him. Either way, they will be greeted with a smile and a nod from this alien man.]

TANSTAAFL

[One had to make a living, he supposes. And here he thought death would be enough of a reason to retire.

Thane's skills were very specific indeed. Assassins were always needed. Sought after, rather. There was always someone who wanted another dead but didn't want to get their hands dirty to do the deed themselves. But that life is — or should be — well behind him by now.

He tries to plug in the skills that would lead him more towards construction and other forms of menial labor. Back when he fell for Irikah and requested for his handler to allow himself to be free from his Compact, to be allowed to make his own choices as the Enkindlers intended for the Hanar, he made his living for his new family by doing just that. Of course, civilian life had proved difficult for him.

Now had to be different, even with his future so nebulous.

Finally, the machine provides an answer.

Security. Ah, there's a certain irony in that, isn't there?]

I am nothing if not secure. [He muses to himself.]

WELCOME WAGON

[be_notorious]

[Thane is unusual as hell, that's for sure. But he isn't a Fallen, he isn't a Hive, and he's sure as shit not a Cabal. And that means he's interesting.]

[Drifter pull out a chair and sits down when it's his turn to sit across from him. Rather than sparking up a conversation about the cards laid out in front of him, he pushes them aside and starts to shuffle some playing cards. Ones covered in circles, both fully colored in, hollow, and half hollow.]

[He starts shuffling them.]

Quick lesson in Joker's Wild. Figured that's the truest way to say hello, right brother? What neck of the galaxy does a man like you come from? I don't reckon I ever come across nobody like you before.

Arkady || FreakAngels || OTA

[hellofishies]

01. Speed Friending

[ Arkady liked making friends. It wasn't something she got the chance to do very often anymore. There were a number of reasons for that little problem. The major one was the little problem of having accidentally punched a hole through time in Britain. Yeah. That one definitely put a pretty big kink in the making friends department. Then there was the little tiny fact that most people were just a bit afraid of Arkady. She couldn't quite remember why, but lately people got really upset when she came around.

Kirk had told her it was something about her telling people when they were going to die. Who would have guessed people got so unsettled by hearing their future?

It probably didn't help that Arkady didn't look quite right upon first glance. For starters she'd shaved her head a few years ago and she kept it that way. Karl had only recently gotten her to agree to wear underwear underneath her see-through skirt. Like all the Freakangels she had purple eyes and a bulky jacket with "Freakangels" written on the back. Her jacket had a small addition though: purple haired barbies tied around the hem by their hair. All in all she was something of an odd sight.

She really liked the idea of meeting friends though. Especially since she was just suddenly ripped away from her own. She smiled brightly at the person that sat down across from her. ]

Hello! I'm Arkady. I think I dreamed something like this once. Or maybe saw it. [ She pauses for a second to adjust the strap of her tanktop so that it's back on her shoulder.] I like chickens. What do you think about chickens? [ Very important topics. ]

03. Jobs!

[ The sudden realization had swept over her that nobody really let her do anything. When attacks happened she was often told to go hide somewhere even though she was perfectly capable. More capable than most of them. But they only saw the surface and they desperately wanted to protect that. It was the FreakAngel way. Even when one of them was broken they still tried to protect them.

It had always been a bit frustrating but it at least allowed her to do other things. Mainly practice with her powers. Somehow that didn't really seem that helpful now as she looked at the EmployMe terminal with confusion. What skills was she even supposed to list here? She'd never had a job or even anything like a job. And her skills...well they weren't exactly run of the mill job skills. She scrunched her face and sighed looking around at anyone that might be near by. ]

I can teleport! Would that count do you think?

friends?

[chaosvessel]

[Vincent has never been a social butterfly. He's always been awkward, withdrawn, and generally terrible at small talk. There's an added resentment of knowing if he doesn't speak, something here will compel him to do so. As nerve wracking as holding a casual conversation with strangers was, he would rather do it on his own terms.

He's spoken to a few people now, and he's started to tire of this whole thing, but he takes a seat across from her, red cape fluttering around him before it settles and he immediately regrets it, his brow knitting from the intimidation of her friendly outward demeanor more than anything.

This could easily get overwhelming.]

Vincent. [The rest of what she said seemed...odd and...] Saw...it? ...Chicken?

Crazy Jane | Doom Patrol (DCTV)

[fuckregularpeople]

(Note: Jane has multiple personalities, and may shift between one or more throughout an interaction.)

Welcome Wagon
[This was uncomfortable. It's not that Dualis is so jarring and strange and involuntary-relocation-y that it seems oppressive (although it does), it's that she has traditionally never played well with others. Especially not at first meetings, where people put on their best face and pretended to be better than they were. But Baby Doll had wanted to make friends and Flit had wanted to see what all the fuss was about, so Jane didn't get much of a say in the matter. She went along with it and got back in the driver's seat when they arrived, intending to vet the fellow freaks she was stuck with.]

Let me guess, you like long walks on the beach, fine wine by candlelight, and petting dogs. If you're going to talk, say something real.

[Small talk is not her forte.]

Bug in the System (CW: morbid humor and vomiting)
[Hallucinations? Acceptable weirdness. Seizures? A Jane fears not these things. What she did fear was whatever the MedDroids might pump into her with that "vaccination," which could be radioactive horse piss for all she knew. Good things never happen when you put medical treatment in the hands of someone who might have an agenda – look what happened with Morden and Von Fuches or even with fucking Niles Caulder. No thanks, Jane knew better.

And when the flu hit, it hit hard. She knew fluids were necessary and was en route for a hot cocoa. That'd make up for the calories she lost by throwing up in every third trash can she passed, right?

She flips her hair back, wipes her mouth, and stands upright before spitting some bile onto the street.]

Hey, you got a tissue? Or even better, a fucking gun to shoot me with?

not-so-welcome wagon

[zwischenzugs]

[this is by far the stupidest round of this idiotic game mello's come across yet. small talk's not his forte either and this entire event has been a gigantic waste of his time so far, but those questions? those are just downright insulting. his eyes narrow and the semi-permanent scowl on his face deepens.]

You're an idiot.

[how's that for real? also he likes none of those things, for the record.]

Haji | Blood +

[le_chevalier]

02 - A BUG IN THE CODE
♫ Cirice - Ghost

Haji didn't think whatever the plague he was told about was really an issue he needed to worry about but the more people talked, the more he felt annoyed by it, until eventually he found himself at the clinic in a line, the line was longer than the shot took. He was on his way back to the housing, already growing discontent with the new place he was, when he started to feel off.

Haji's body no longer required sleep or food, aside from blood at times, but for some reason when he got back to his room he felt to tired to even stay awake. Falling down across the bed, the ribbon in his hair coming loose as he laid face down on the mattress.

The winds were blowing around in what looked like a beautiful garden, a young man and young woman were moving to piano music, with an old man counting steps as they learned to dance with one another.

As they moved with nearly perfect time to the music and the old man's counting, The girl whispers something in his ear that can't quiet be made out but he manages a chuckle.

"Haji what have you done!" The old man's voice calls out as he stops the dance and looks over to the old man, whose suddenly gone. the garden suddenly in flames.

"Joel!" He calls and looks back down at where the woman had been, he was covered in blood and she was gone. "Saya!" He yelled and started to run towards the burning house. "Saya!!"

Try as he may, by the time he reached the house the woman from moments before was standing soaked in blood, bodies all around. As the dream abruptly ends.

3- TANSTAAFL

Haji had sat at the terminal awhile. Quietly and very slowly typing with one hand. He didn't bother trying to use his bandaged hand at all. Typing in his skills as a cellist, a fencer, gardener, fighter, servant....

What a strange list of skills to type up, but what a strange life he had always had. He had left his last name blank, he'd never had one before now so why try now? He sighed when he finally hit enter and watched the jobs pop up. He'd never really held a real job aside from gardening a few times, and playing in orchestra's to help get Saya places. What would he even do without her here?

Looking down a long moment he just spaced a little not paying mind to the results displayed.

3- TANSTAAFL

[be_notorious]

"These machines take forever, don't they?" A heavily Southern US accent says behind him, Drifter wadding up the paper in his hand.

"Trust me, kickin' 'em don't work, and I figure I'll get in trouble if I pry the thing open and start rootin' around in the innards." Depending on one's prejudices, the man doesn't look like that accent should be coming out of his face. His features are distinctly Chinese, and a jade snake set hangs around his neck. Two of the creatures intertwined into a knot.

The armor he's wearing? Strange enough, too. Strange furry and spiked shoulder pads, thick gauntlets of some sort of plastisteel, and long robes. Even his boots look like they're made for heavy-duty (if one can get past the reinforcement at the back of his pants).

Dick Grayson | Titans

[holyfuckbatman]

01

[Dick is a charming guy under the right circumstances. At least, that's the theory.

Circumstances where he's expected to make casual smalltalk do not qualify. This is a nightmare.

The card was about favorite cereal. Dick has been talking without stop for the past three minutes.]

The fact that all bananas are genetically identical is a real problem for farmers. A bad disease could wipe out the entire crop. It's not sustainable, but too much genetic engineering carries its own risks.

[His poor conversation partner.]

03

[Dick stares at the screen. The words don't change. He keeps staring. Look at the job, continuing to not change. Dick touches the screen, trying to get it to go back and let him try again. No avail. Finally, he sighs, looking around for someone who might be able to help him with this.]

I just don't see how "years of police training and experience as a detective" leads to "swimsuit model."

o hai

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim glances over his shoulder at the screen. "Well, this is a job fair. The interviewers were probably considering your other assets." Pause. Smirk. "By which I mean your ass, in case that was a question."

Drifter | Destiny 2

[be_notorious]

01. WELCOME WAGON

Drifter's been handling most of his introductions the same way. He has his own deck of cards in his hands as he heads to each table, strolling up and slumping in his chair with each switch, shoving the ones with the questions aside to shuffle his own.

"How are you at card games?" He asks immediately, shuffling them carefully together. He turns them, eventually, for his partner to see the layouts. They're dots. Half dots. Empty dots. Half dots. Not spades or diamonds or anything of the like.

"How about I show you how to play one. I figure it's better than a bunch of questions." More of a way to show someone than a question. Most people are better at lying with their mouths than one would think. But how they keep their faces when hiding their hand? That says so much more.

03. TANSTAAFL

Drifter's list of skills is, frankly ridiculous. So ridiculous that the computer is taking forever. He stands there and plays with four coins at once, flicking them between his fingers as he waits.

"You're slow as a goddamn Ghost, you know that?" He says to the machine as if he's used to talking to them. Weapons smith, barista, bartender, space ship pilot, inventor, salvager, trader, gunman, and game host are apparently just too many strange random-ass skills for this piece of trash to deal with at the moment.

Or it needs fixing.

He looks both ways, considering just breaking into the wiring on his own to rig it. But nah, if he doesn't like the answer? He'll just do what he wants to anyway. "You're lucky I don't strip ya down and use you for parts, kid." He says at the machine, and finally sputters a skinny receipt out.

"Game show host..." He mutters. Squints. "Well, I guess that ain't too hard." Maybe he can do some weapons smithing on the side..

1

[sanephiroth]

"Please," Sephiroth gestures with a hand as he leans back, one leg crossed over his knee as he leans back to fold his arms and watch. His own expression is relatively blank at the moment, observant.

He's joined in a few games on missions where he's accompanied but he's no expert.