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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*As soon as he heard the robot moving for the opposite side of the room, he took Heiji's hand and quietly led him to the entrance. He didn't feel safe to talk until they were well down the hallway.* That was a close one.

"Y-yeah," said Heiji, failing to realize that really, he didn't need to still be holding Snake's hand.

"...Thanks."

*Hey, it's still dark everywhere. All you're going to do is trip and embarrass yourself, Heiji.*

If you need to rest for a while, one of the safer places is the balcony in the theater. Do you want to head there?

Excuse you, Snake, he could do just fine as long as there weren't chairs thrown all over the place. Which there actually were in the theater, so.

"...If you're okay with leadin' me that far, I guess. I could probably get there on my own."

Oh I'm sure you could. *He says with a tone that just screams, "Oh REALLY, Heiji." That's probably why he still has a grip on Heiji's hand as they walk the winding way through the warehouse. They might try to dodge a robot here and there, but Snake never loses his way.*

Okay, that was it. Heiji pulled his hand free of Snake's and took a step or two away.

"You don't believe me, fine. But don't treat me like a child. I don't do that to you." If necessary, he'd make his own way there just to prove Snake wrong.

Because I'm older. *But, he supposed Heiji did have a point. It wouldn't do to gloat too much on how much better he was roaming in the dark. Especially since it was TRUE. He sighed.* Fine then. Follow me just by what you hear.

"No, 'cause I know you can take care of yourself, and you wouldn't like it." But he'd follow Snake anyway, hands in pockets, the brim of his cap drawn down just in case they ran into one of those flickering electronic screens. In this darkness, he didn't want to be blinded by sudden light.

*Is Heiji seriously going to be his conscience again because THAT is genuinely irritating.* Your point is well-made, Heiji. *And then he says nothing because traveling all over the warehouse does take some concentration, after all.*

YOU STARTED IT, BRO but in any case, Heiji followed Snake along through the warehouse, mostly without incident, though there was a close shave or two when the clanking of robotic steps got much louder than was comfortable.

"...You really are good at this. I guess I never really noticed before."

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If the scenery was constantly moving I wouldn't be doing nearly as well. But walls don't move, nor do stairs and large pieces of furniture so it helps me to orient myself. That and everyone helps me with descriptions. The garden is the place where I've had the most trouble. *And happily they get to the theater without any more run-ins with robots.*

"Yeah, guess that makes sense." The theater was, to put it mildly, a nightmare. Seats were overturned, there were robot parts on the stage, random rope lying around, and the curtains had been tangled up and basically ruined. Also for some reason the phonograph was still running?

But Heiji seemed confident about navigating these things, and made his way up to the balcony by counting his own steps. He made his way over to the phonograph and removed the needle from the record.

I still can't tell what happened here. *he shook his head* Rest up for while, Heiji. *He walked down the balcony steps.*

"Yeah," said Heiji, hanging out over the balcony railing in the darkness. "...You be careful out there, okay? Don't get hurt."

They won't see me and I won't see them. *He made an amused little sound before leaving the theater.*

CALHOUN HOUR - SURVIVOR

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It's like they have a daily quota to piss each other off

Heiji's going to start calling him gramps or sth

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