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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[skyentificmethod]

She scowls, looking away and shoving harder. "I'm not some delicate flower, I can push a stupid couch." And with her new clothes, you can't even see if there are bandages or not so surely she is 100% healthy, gosh.

"And dripping water all over even this crappy excuse for a couch is still unsanitary. Scientifically speaking, it would be difficult to list all of the different germs that could possibly be basted in there now."

[babygangsta]

"Hey, if you think you can handle it," Kuzuryuu needled, giving a sort of half-shrug as much as that was possible while also pushing the couch.

He scoffed. "Who gives a shit? Nobody's gonna go near this thing 95% of the time anyway because it's a fucking travesty that it even exists."

[skyentificmethod]

"I can handle plenty, thanks," she bites, since she sadly hasn't got anything else to munch on. She gives the couch another shove then leaves it; it should be well out of the way of anyone running into the room by now.

"You've got a point there, at least. I wish this place had windows so we could throw it out of one."

[babygangsta]

Kuzuryuu stops shoving and stands up straight, taking a breath. "Maybe we could at least find somewhere high enough to throw it off of. Or set it on fire. That might be pretty satisfying, too."

Also really stupid and dangerous, but whatever.

[skyentificmethod]

"The only tall place so far is the second floor stairs. I don't know that it'd be worth the effort to lug this thing up there. The fire's doable, though. Maybe drag it out to the warehouse, first."