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

Comments

Awww yeah, glasses are serious business

[blind_badass]

*They move closer and closer and Snake is quite sure of their direction.* To the left, Ema, 45 degrees!

otherwise how will you know of the explosions you're not looking at?

[skyentificmethod]

[she lights the flare, then turns and tosses it...!

the room takes on a flickering red cast as the flare arcs up and over, the robots drawn to its trajectory and slogging towards where it lands]

PFFF

[blind_badass]

*Snake takes a good hold of her hand and they run away. After a minute or two they slow down so as not to attract any more robot attention.* Nice throw.

[skyentificmethod]

[panting some, even if it was a short run, keeping up with someone a head taller than you isn't easy]

Nice plan. Didn't know they'd go for that so easily.

[blind_badass]

Well, if they're robots, they might not have the smartest of programs. *They certainly knew how to chase.* Let's just keep going to the garden.

[skyentificmethod]

[she nods, continuing to trot along]

It's not that much further, right?

[blind_badass]

No, not at all. I believe we only have a bit further to go.

[skyentificmethod]

Alright...

[and soon enough there is another door, which opens slowly as they approach...]

[blind_badass]

*He can tell it's the garden because the sound is different and...wider. There's also the sense of wide open spaces.* I don't hear a robot. Do you see one?

[skyentificmethod]

[probably smells better, too. the screens for the sky seem to be acting up just like all the other lights; only one of the screens is projecting a night sky, and even that is dull and flickering. Ema leans closer but peers into the dark shapes (trees and bushes, probably), looking for red lights or electrical sparks]

...No. Maybe it's safe?

[blind_badass]

Okay, then I think we're safe for a moment. Do you need help getting into a tree?

[skyentificmethod]

I...

...Maybe, a little.

[she sure hopes the robots can't climb any better than she can]