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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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"Or I guess we could just talk about other people."
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"Thanks, but no thanks. Not really interested in singing." But he is interested in hearing shit about others and talking shit, let's do that.
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"Does that mean ya are interested in gossip?" He was just going to take that unhappy face for a yes. "So whattaya think about that Alfendi guy? He seems a little unhinged."
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"More interested in it than karaoke." Which wasn't a big jump because he is not a fan of singing in front of others, thank you. "Just a little, after seeing what he was wearing? Looks like a five year old than anything else."
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Good job Jake good observational skills
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"Ain't he popular. Can't say it's a good thing, considering the mess we're trapped in, but makes you wonder why out of the eleven we got now, three of them are connected to each other." Do you have any theories, Heiji?
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"Plus, what're the chances of people from England, the U.S., the Ukraine, Japan, and maybe elsewhere all just randomly showin' up in the same warehouse like this? One possibility is that we were part of a concerted kidnapping effort that took place almost simultaneously in countries across multiple continents. But that sounds totally nuts. I mean, a lot of things in here are crazy, but..." But he just couldn't shake his inner Scully, okay. She was like the patron saint of detectives or something and he needed to see shit like that to believe it, chupacabras did not exist that was completely ridiculous.
"Anyway, another possibility is that we got nabbed in an area that lends itself to groups of disparate backgrounds. For instance, popular tourist spots like London have tons of visitors of different nationalities, and odds are that if you nabbed a group of them, you'd get a couple family members and a bunch of total strangers in the bargain."
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But nope, he just shrugged instead. "Then he managed to grab the wrong group and family. So far, we have one door mat, one idiot in superhero PJs, and a lightweight. Not exactly prime test subject material."
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"Good job, Jake. Eat any good books lately?"Heiji did not say because he was not Snake, but inwardly he just. Sighed."Why do you think you're here?"
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"Beats me. Maybe I pissed 'em off somehow." Whiiiich might have been likely, in his life of work. "How about you?"
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Gosh Jake stop pissing off talking stuffed animals, did you want coal in your stocking this year
actually coal would be helpful because it could be used for home heating and probably some other bs stuff like rubbing it on your skin gives you a lovely complexion or something, someone get a copy of hints from heloise
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After all... murders happened every day...