CALHOUN HOUR - SURVIVOR

[vivariummods]

At the crack of dawn, presumably, Calhoun gathers everyone in the first floor warehouse to make an announcement. "That's right, it's time for another of my special events!" He seems pretty pleased with himself. "I noticed you lazy, fat test subjects really let yourselves go last round! It's like I don't feed you here or something." "Well, I'm worried about your health, always lazing about and not getting proper exercise. So, I decided to be the change I want to see in the world, and so we're going to do something a littttttttllllllle different this time." "To stop you guys from getting soft from all the fun you're having here, it's time for a little workout." From one of the doors Calhoun never lets anyone go through there's a loud, metallic banging sound repeating, as if something is trying to get out. Calhoun does not seem troubled at all by this. In fact, he seems pretty excited. "The rules are simple, everyone's getting sixty coins to use as they see fit. You'll notice the vending machines on both warehouse floors. Anyone who isn't caught will even get a memory back." But what does that mean? "So go on, survive for 23 hours, I'll even give you a five minute head start. Good luck!" And with that he scurries off. Should people hang around they'll get to witness that same door open five minutes later. From the door comes several figures, human in shape but something is very, very wrong. They seem to be robotic, skeletal humans. At one point they must have had some synthetic skin over them but most of it seems to be melting or ripped off. They don't move very fast, mostly they shamble about until they focus on a target. Better hope it's not you! BASIC INFO ✖ FIRST TEN HOURS ✖ LAST HOURS ✖ POST EVENT MINGLE

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[fairsfair]

[ Excuse you, he is not bald anymore, he has beautiful reddish brown locks. It's great, but Jake doesn't say anything about his hamburger hands. He just thinks, hand up to his chin. Hmm... ]

The Garden or Music Room. Take your pick.

[ The Garden because of trees and he guesses branches, while the Music Room had a bunch of wooden instruments. Bedsides that, he can't think of anything else. Any other suggestions, Ema? ]

[skyentificmethod]

[covering his bald spot only to reveal he's a ginger is a dubious improvement]

The kids'll complain about injuring the trees. So the music room, or the theater. The chairs were breakable, and theoretically the mannequin is, too, but...

[she starts off towards the music room though; she is really hoping not to sacrifice the piano legs to zombot destruction, but the theater doesn't have the best of memories either... maybe there'll be a side table or something...]

[fairsfair]

[ hey man, hair is hair, that's all that matters with jake ]

[ He just shrugs and follows after Ema, after kicking the robot on the ground once (yeah, stay there, punk). Looks like it's the music room, then, so once entering the room, he heads straight to the table facing the entrance. He pats it once. ]

This good enough for you?

[skyentificmethod]

[she looks longingly at the piano before nodding]

If you think it's tough enough, let's do it.

[fairsfair]

[ He nods, but then catches her staring at the piano. ]

Unless you want to break that instead. Can't say I took you for destroying expensive instruments, though.

[skyentificmethod]

Don't even joke. Snake plays, you know. I'd rather not end up on his bad side. Smash that table.

[fairsfair]

[ He smirks while clearing off the table (he'll gently place everything down, though he'll put that photo face down). ]

Nothing's stopping him from getting a toy piano from the shop. [ But flipping the table upside down then, already grabbing one of the legs. ] Keep an eye on the door.

[ Since breaking off a leg might be loud enough to attract something, so HERE WE GOOOOOO ]

[skyentificmethod]

Like I'd rather be surprised by robocop moseying in for tea.

[she rolls her eyes but dutifully takes watch; it seems clear as far as she can see--which isn't all that far before there's a corner, to be honest--but probably best to be quick about it]

[fairsfair]

[ Even with Jake's whole i'm sick and totally don't need medicine condition, breaking off parts of the table isn't all that bad. Just hold it down with his foot, put his weight into it, and bam, there you are! A nice wooden leg for you, Ema. ]

[ Of course, the noise of snapping two off is more than enough to attract a robot zombie. Here comes on limping its way down the hall. It'll start to quickly make its way towards them without warning when it makes it halfway. ]

Hope you're good at baseball.

[ And also good at catch because Jake throws a table leg at her. He doesn't know how to pass things properly. ]

[skyentificmethod]

[wow, no home training]

[she fumbles the leg but doesn't drop it, getting a decent grip just in time for the thing to get into range. rather than run--since there isn't really anywhere to go--she swings at the thing's midsection, hoping to knock its arms out of whack]