CALHOUN HOUR - SLEEPOVER

[vivariummods]

Everything in the warehouse always followed a strict schedule. Every three days, there would either be an Ambidex Round and this would continue until four rounds were held. After that, it would switch over to "Calhoun Hour" events for the next short while, and despite the sudden change in atmosphere, it would follow the same pattern of always starting during the early mornings, but today? Nothing. No annoying screeching, no sudden decorations, nothing special to wake up to. In fact, there's not even an alarm. You can wake up whenever you want. Calhoun isn't here, he doesn't care. He's off on vacation, he doesn't have time for you test subjects, this is his first vacation in forever, he's free. At least, that's what the sheet of paper taped against the Number 9 Door read, signatured by Calhoun's attempt of drawing himself (note: it doesn't look good). So, asides from the locked elevator and stairs, preventing anyone from accessing the second floor, it looks like you can do anything you want. Feel free to wreck havoc, have a fight food in the cafeteria, stab each other. You are all free now. Well, only for the morning and afternoon. During the evening, one angry little robotic mouse stomps back into the lobby of the warehouse. Dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, lei necklace, and sunglasses (over his gas mask...), he drags his suitcase behind him and stands in the middle of the room. "So apparently I'm not allowed to leave you spoiled test subjects with nothing to do! I have to "do my job" and keep you all busy. I don't think I'm getting paid enough for this," he huffs loudly and crosses his arms. "I was just really getting into my vacation too. I'm too good for these test subjects and this world, working overtime." This tantrum goes on for another half a minute, about how even he needs proper rest too and he's not a robotic mouse, he's an overworked mouse, and so on. He just sighs once he finishes and shakes his head. "But I guesssss it's true we need to get you lazy bunch to do something besides eat all my gruel and whine about these so-called 'human rights violations', so over to the second floor! Your next Calhoun Hour is going to be held there!" At the elevators, they unlock with the clap of his paws, and behold, the new second floor! The floors are no longer hard and cold tiles, but rather soft and covered in blankets. There are cruelly drawn signs stuck up on the walls to indicate different activities, a karaoke machine in one corner, a tv in the other, a rack full of pyjamas, and... is that yet another table with a mysterious punch bowl on it? What is this mouse and his deal with having punch everywhere. "All right, punks, this was originally going to be all for me for my welcome back party, but since you need an event, I am generously giving this to you! Grab a pair of PJs and a ballot card. For each activity you do, you get one stamp. Get five stamps and, I don't know, you win coins and a memory or something. I'll figure it out later, so get to it!" BASIC INFO ✖ EVENT STATIONS ✖ BEGIN THE SLEEPOVER ✖ MINGLE TURN-IN

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[vengefulyears]

[Sporting blue flannel pajamas, Clive just makes a face at his card. All the pillows and blankets are nice and everything, but these activities are all a little too juvenile for his tastes, really. He really wants those coins and a memory though, so ugh... He really wishes he was drunk right now. Maybe then he would enjoy this a lot more.

It's with that thought that he wanders over to the punch bowl and decides to take a risk and try some. It only takes him a couple sips to figure out that THIS IS FUCKING RUM PUNCH HOLY SHIT, THERE IS A GOD AFTER ALL

With newfound energy, he'll just be hanging out here for a while getting drunk - like hell he's doing any of this shit sober. Afterwards he'll wander around and try to figure out what he wants to do.]

spin the bottle is go

[detectiveofthewest]

And then the bottle pointed to...

Drunk Clive, excellent, there was no way this could go wrong. "You know what," said Heiji, remembering their disastrous first time, "Um. Maybe we should just pass on this."

[vengefulyears]

Clive just looked thoughtfully at Heiji for a moment. "Hmmmm. You're right. Why don't we just--"

PSYCHE. He literally pounced right on top of Heiji, pinning him down to the floor and giving him a nice, rough kiss. At least the floor was soft today...

[detectiveofthewest]

W-were

nice and rough even in the same neighborhood

How was Clive even pinning him down with his tiny, doll-sized body? He had to admit this was better than their first try, though, maybe because he'd had a bit of practice in the meantime. But this was totally different from kissing Snake. Snake's kisses were firm, maybe a little teasing at times, but considerably more controlled, and

why was he even thinking about this what was going on

Heiji broke away from Clive, taking a quick gasp of air. "C-clive, what are you --"

[vengefulyears]

He may have broken the kiss, but Clive was still sitting on top of him. Heiji couldn't escape that easily. Upon seeing Heiji's distress, he just started giggling uncontrollably.

"Did you forget what game we're playing?" he asked in between giggles. Why was this so funny? Even he didn't know, he was fucking wasted man.

[blind_badass]

You are sounding quite lively, Clive. *Let his princely self point that out. While wearing cute penguin pajamas.*

[vengefulyears]

[Upon seeing Snake's lovely new outfit, Clive smiles brightly at him. Not that he can see it, but he can probably hear it in Clive's tone.]

And you are looking quite adorable. [Normally he wouldn't say something like that out loud, but you know. Alcohol tends to ruin your brain to mouth filter.] Is there anything you want to do, Snake?

[blind_badass]

It's these pajamas. Don't tell me what the design is because I'll just get more annoyed. *grumble, grumble*

Well, I haven't attempted gossiping, spin the bottle or a few other things. I did find out I have a good singing voice. *Even with questionable song choices.*

[vengefulyears]

Aw, don't be annoyed! You should embrace your cuteness! [Clive please.......]

Oh, do you? We should sing a song together, then! Let's go see what they have at the karaoke station.

[lameton]

[alfendi is already slightly drunk himself, which is good, because if he wasn't he'd probably be stabbing adolescents in a rage. he can handle his liquor, so he's only slightly buzzed, and that's good, because he probably wouldn't be able to approach clive without the liquid courage in his system. the last time he remembered speaking to him when he was himself was... well. the elevator.]

You look terrible. [actually clive looks pretty happy...]

Do you want to knock one of these out? Or we could just keep drinking, I don't really care.

[vengefulyears]

[Wow Alfendi, don't tell me you're actually afraid of Clive, the most innocent and harmless person in this warehouse.]

You look even worse! [He says in literally the brightest and most cheerful tone ever, and then he bursts out laughing like he just told the most hilarious joke ever. He is truly a comedy wizard. But really though Alfendi you look fucking ridiculous in those pajamas.

Once he calms down, he wipes the laughter tears away and takes another look at his card.]

Let's see... do you like scary stories?

[lameton]

[alfendi swooshes his non-descript superhero cape as he crosses his arms over his chest, totally unimpressed. his... his insult backfired because he does indeed look infinitely worse than clive right now. but it's fine. it's totally fine

he silently waits for clive to stop laughing, and he's just staring at him, endlessly. when clive calms down and mentions scary stories, al's mood actually does perk up a little, but he instantly turns somewhat sheepish, because there's no way he wants to admit how much he likes scary stories]

Well...

That's certainly one of the easier options. [He nods towards the stairs leading to the second floor.] Are you sure you're sober enough to make it over there, though? I'm not going to have to carry you, am I?

[vengefulyears]

[Clive's face brightens up at Alfendi's response. HELL YEAH SCARY STORIES, he's so ready for this.]

Oh, no, you don't have to do that. Wouldn't want you to break your back or anything. [Because he's an old fart, get it? Never mind that he had already carried Clive once before, shhhhhh.

So he starts heading up, but after only a few steps, he trips up the stairs. Amazing.]

[not_that_sasuke]

[...Normally Sasuke would leave Clive be, but he looks. Extremely enthused about that punch.

Uh.]

Are you... alright?

[Tentatively. What's your deal man.]

[vengefulyears]

[Sasuke no you've made a terrible mistake--]

I've never felt better in my entire life! [SO PUMPED ABOUT BEING DRUNK HELL YEAH!!! He gives Sasuke a bright smile. Confirmed for being totally not sober at all.]

Can I give you a makeover? I think I should give you a makeover.

[not_that_sasuke]

[...

That stuff is totally spiked, isn't it.]

I didn't know you were interested in makeup.

[puzzlinglad]

[When Hershel was finally drunk enough to accept it was time for spin the bottle he does just that, spinning the damn bottle. He watches it go like this is a very important experiment finally coming to fruition. Who will it land on?? Who knows. Actually no, it's you, Clive. It was always going to be you. Or Snake I guess if she wants in on this thread and they all just mack on each other, how gross.

At least it wasn't someone gross like Jake, I mean anyone who kissed Jake is unclean and must be purged from this world. Not pointing any fingers.]

... Blimey, I suppose this is fine. I wonder why it's a bottle of all things, there must be a reason.

[The bottle was slowing down....]

[blind_badass]

A time honored reason that I can't recall...*And oh look, the bottle lands on Snake. At least it wasn't Heiji this time so thank God for small favors.*

Well, Hershel, I suppose the game demands I give you a kiss.

[puzzlinglad]

Ah, I suppose so. [He frowned.] I hope Heiji isn't mad about it. He wouldn't be, would he?

[Doing a good job keeping your knowledge of Heiji's crush a secret, Hershel, gold star. Oh well, he leans over, pretty embarrassed about this but it wasn't like he was going to just let Snake try to find his face and kiss him first, how rude.

There you go, have a kiss Snake, no pinning people to the floor like some people here who won't be named.......]

[babygangsta]

Kuzuryuu certainly didn't seem to care that Clive was drunk and therefore an easy target. Maybe it'd be a little unfair if it was someone else, but it was Clive.

Besides, a pillow fight was the closest he could get to actually getting into a fight with Clive without someone getting upset.

Not that Kuzuryuu was going to bother asking if he wanted to first or anything. Instead, he decided to throw a pillow at Clive as hard as he could manage. To supply him with ammunition, of course. All in the interest of fairness. It wasn't as though he was trying to get in a cheap shot. That'd be silly.

He smirked and tightened his grip on a different pillow still in his grasp. "Well?" was the only thing Kuzuryuu apparently felt he needed to say.

[vengefulyears]

Clive took a direct hit to the head since he was in his own little drunken world and therefore not really paying attention to his surroundings. The force of Kuzuryuu's throw and Clive's already questionable balance caused him to fall forward and faceplant into the nice, soft floor, the pillow resting on top of his head.

A few seconds later, muffled laughter could be heard. He then moved the pillow off of his head and rolled onto his back, still laughing. It would be another few moments before he somehow managed to get himself back on his feet, his laughter dying down to quiet giggles now and smiling brightly at Kuzuryuu.

"That was fun! Do it again!" Sorry if you actually expected him to take this currently one-sided pillow fight seriously.

[babygangsta]

That was... certainly not the response Kuzuryuu had been expecting. He paused for a few seconds, simply staring at Clive in disbelief. He opened his mouth to speak, but then shut it again, unable to think of anything to say to that.

Maybe it'd be better to walk away at this juncture, even if he wouldn't get to count pillow fighting as completed.

But nah, Kuzuryuu wasn't going to miss out on the chance to wail on Clive with pillows. "Sure, why not?" And with that he swung the pillow at Clive.

[skyentificmethod]

[from the flush on her face, Ema is a few cups in as well. what a good evening!]

Finally a decent one of these things, huh. Finished any of these yet?

[vengefulyears]

[Well, if it isn't his good fellow drunken friend Ema. He beams at her.]

I've already gotten my five activities in, but if you haven't yet then I'd be more than happy to do something with you. Or we could just do something anyway.

[skyentificmethod]

Who's a little busy bee! Counting is, scientifically speaking, a hassle, but I'm all for celebrating the gifts of jammies and punch provided by our overlords with verse and song.

[which may be the most roundabout way ever of asking if he wants to karaoke or something but you know rum punch is a wonderful thing]