vivarium | CALHOUN HOUR

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!

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You sound like Ema. [He's amused but clearly behind this plan.] Alright, let's see if we can't lure one to the garden, that way no one will slip on any spilt water.

You get the water ready, I'll try to find one for you. *And off he goes! Hope you get that water ready, Hershel.*

Got it! [Oh he's all about this, got his water bottle full of water, there's no way this can go wrong right???

He takes to waiting by the tree, hoping Snake would be alright and fretting just a little as time passed because he's a fusspot.]

*Snake might have done too good of a job because he runs back into the garden and the robot isn't that far behind.* Nail him, Hershel!

Snake- [He sounds relieved but oh no, robot. Okay, their plan was finally going into action, there's no way this wouldn't work...!

He splashed the water at the robot as it tried to pass, and the robot stopped dead. Hershel hovered nervously, watching it spark and sputter before making a very angry, metallic sound, turning towards him much faster than he had seen the robots move before. Well. Shit.]

U-um... Snake, I think that just made it mad...

Well. One must always be prepared for unexpected results in pursuit of answering a hypothesis. RUN! *Hopefully you're following him, Hershel because he's not stopping to grab your hand!*

R-right! [He was running, and boy was that robot after them. Hershel tried to make a break for the door but it was quicker, cutting him off and making him back up. This. Was not good.

At this rate he was wondering if maybe they just had to be happy with one of them getting away rather than both, because berserker bot over here was not having any of this. He glanced over, pausing as he noticed Snake's flail again.] Maybe we- [Whoops, dodging robot.] Maybe we can trip him up with your rope! [At least give them a chance to run like hell.]

Maybe...what if we tripped it into something like...like...*What was a good obstacle in the garden again?* Like the waterfall? *He hadn't tried plunging into it but the pool seemed like it was big enough for someone to lay in it, right? At least from the descriptions he'd been given.*

That could work- if anything tripping it would give us a chance to escape. [He called, almost tripping as he dodged the very angry robot. Wow it was so unhappy about being splashed, who would have thought.]

I'll try to get it closer, maybe if we both pick up an end of the rope- [Interrupted by robot metal screeching, how rude.]

Let's use the rope not already designated a health hazard. *So, unwrapping the rope around his waist while running. Blindly. Snake apparently has mad skills in balance.* Hershel, we'll lead it to the pool, but you'll have to coordinate when we should drop down and stretch the rope. *Because he is not THAT talented to figure all of this out while running.*

Yes, probably better to use that one. [Hershel answered, amused, before continuing.] I will, just keep going where you're going, I'll-

[The robot managed to grab a bit of his upper sleeve, and weirdly thank goodness he had been stabbed in that area twice because instead of actually catching him the fabric just ripped where he tried to sew it up. Okay, no more messing around, the robot had ruined his gd sleeve again and that was way too close.

He tried running it around, and finally when the robot was closer to the pool Hershel called out.] Drop the rope! [He would be hurrying to grab one end when Snake did, hopefully this would work....]

*Snake took that as short hand for "drop down and stretch the rope" because he falls like someone took him out behind his knees and yanks the rope taut.*

[ How on earth all of this worked is beyond even the greatest scientific minds, because with the rope taut down goes the dumb robot, falling into the waterfall. It lets out a metallic screech, hand raised dramatically before collapsing in a pile of dead ass robot.

You did it, Team Miracle, you did it. Hershel looks a little shocked at this, pun always intended.]

It's... dead. [Dang. Wait-] Ah, Snake, are you alright?

I'm fine. *He rubs his ears.* It did make a bit of noise there. So it's really not moving at all?

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