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vivarium2014-11-29 07:20 pm
vivariummods) wrote in vivarium2014-11-29 07:20 pm
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CALHOUN HOUR - SLEEPOVER
| 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!" TURN-IN |
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"Yeah, those sound like they'd be... fine. Did you want to... do something?" He asked, totally not awkwardly.
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"Let's sing some karaoke or somethin'! It don't matter if you can sing or not as long as you're loud." Yes... Heiji's approach to singing. Thank god he actually had pretty good pitch.
"Lessee... this one's pretty fun!" And queue Edwin Starr. Bam, thank you Rush Hour. In fact, regardless of whether Kuzuryuu thought it was fun, Heiji was totally going to have a blast.
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But then the karaoke was starting and Kuzuryuu abruptly realized that he had to actually sing. He scrambled to actually join in.
"War, huh yeah!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing! Say it again, y'all!"
A red tint was already forming on his cheeks. This was definitely embarrassing, even though Kuzuryuu actually had a surprisingly good singing voice.
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And then he launched into the chorus. It wasn't a particularly appropriate song, because they were in murdergames and not actually an armed conflict between city-states, but it was a fun song and Heiji was totally hamming it up in front of the mic. So you know. However embarrassing Kuzuryuu thought he was, Heiji was probably being more embarrassing.
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They had like four minutes of this song, being miserable the whole time wasn't fun for anyone, especially not him.
And without realizing it, the longer the longer the song went on the more Kuzuryuu got into it and the louder he got. He was definitely enjoying it despite himself.
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Exactly.
When the song ended, Heiji turned his grin on Kuzuryuu. "Hey, nice one! Didn't know you were so good at this!"
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That is what Heiji had said, after all.
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After all, who knew when they were going to get their next chance to actually relax? Might as well enjoy the opportunity to act like a dumb teenager while he could.
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He looked through the songs available, making a disgusted face as he passed 'Monster Mash.' Why was that even included, honestly.
Eventually he decided on Bohemian Rhapsody, because how could there be a karaoke event without that song.
"Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality."
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"Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me."
He was absolutely hamming it up in front of the machine, gesturing widely with one arm and singing as dramatically as possible. So basically, this was happening.