vivarium | CALHOUN HOUR

Everything in the warehouse always followed a strict schedule. Every three days, there would either be an Ambidex Round and this would continue until four rounds were held. After that, it would switch over to "Calhoun Hour" events for the next short while, and despite the sudden change in atmosphere, it would follow the same pattern of always starting during the early mornings, but today?

Nothing.

No annoying screeching, no sudden decorations, nothing special to wake up to. In fact, there's not even an alarm. You can wake up whenever you want. Calhoun isn't here, he doesn't care. He's off on vacation, he doesn't have time for you test subjects, this is his first vacation in forever, he's free. At least, that's what the sheet of paper taped against the Number 9 Door read, signatured by Calhoun's attempt of drawing himself (note: it doesn't look good).

So, asides from the locked elevator and stairs, preventing anyone from accessing the second floor, it looks like you can do anything you want. Feel free to wreck havoc, have a fight food in the cafeteria, stab each other. You are all free now.

Well, only for the morning and afternoon.

During the evening, one angry little robotic mouse stomps back into the lobby of the warehouse. Dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, lei necklace, and sunglasses (over his gas mask...), he drags his suitcase behind him and stands in the middle of the room.

"So apparently I'm not allowed to leave you spoiled test subjects with nothing to do! I have to "do my job" and keep you all busy. I don't think I'm getting paid enough for this," he huffs loudly and crosses his arms. "I was just really getting into my vacation too. I'm too good for these test subjects and this world, working overtime."

This tantrum goes on for another half a minute, about how even he needs proper rest too and he's not a robotic mouse, he's an overworked mouse, and so on. He just sighs once he finishes and shakes his head.

"But I guesssss it's true we need to get you lazy bunch to do something besides eat all my gruel and whine about these so-called 'human rights violations', so over to the second floor! Your next Calhoun Hour is going to be held there!"

At the elevators, they unlock with the clap of his paws, and behold, the new second floor!

The floors are no longer hard and cold tiles, but rather soft and covered in blankets. There are cruelly drawn signs stuck up on the walls to indicate different activities, a karaoke machine in one corner, a tv in the other, a rack full of pyjamas, and... is that yet another table with a mysterious punch bowl on it? What is this mouse and his deal with having punch everywhere.

"All right, punks, this was originally going to be all for me for my welcome back party, but since you need an event, I am generously giving this to you! Grab a pair of PJs and a ballot card. For each activity you do, you get one stamp. Get five stamps and, I don't know, you win coins and a memory or something. I'll figure it out later, so get to it!"

BASIC INFO ✖ EVENT STATIONS ✖ BEGIN THE SLEEPOVER ✖ MINGLE
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... what? [Oh my god how could this go so terribly wrong. How could this happen to him. He made his mistakes.

He throws his hands up, going bright red.] No, no, that's certainly not it at all! Heiji and I are just friends! [Snake you're literally killing him here.] You can kiss him as much as- I mean, if he wanted- Ugh- [He's just. Going to take a drink someone else spin the bottle and save him.]

Wait a second. *Snake takes a better listen to his voice.* ...you're drunk, aren't you? You're as drunk as Clive is, only you're hiding it better. What do you think, Clive?

[Clive just starts laughing even more.]

He is! He's totally drunk! Didn't you know, Hershel? There's rum in that punch. You're far too young for that. You should just give it alllllllll to me.

[Please don't give it to him........]

I'm not hiding it. [Hershel says as though affronted at the idea he'd be rude enough to hide something from his good friends lush and not lush but wait-] Wait, is it? Bloody-

[He was going. to kill. Jake. Okay maybe not kill but boy. Boy.] Jake is a pighead. [He puts the cup down, Clive could probably grab it and you know. Be the lush we all know he is.]

[And that's exactly what Clive does the instant that Hershel puts that cup down, completely ignoring whatever it is Hershel just said to start guzzling that bad boy down. #yolooooooo]

No wonder you aren't making any sense at all, Herhsel. You are drunk. *Clive is drunk. Snake is...working on it.*

... yes! Yes, indeed. That's true. [Okay good this was a good cover, completely saved it.

He's going to regard Clive for a moment though, before looking to Snake.] I'm a little concerned about him.

[It doesn't take too long for Clive to completely empty the cup, sufficiently amping up his drunkenness level again. He then throws the cup in the air as high as he can and watches as it falls back to the ground some distance away, which must be funny to him somehow because he starts giggling again.]

I'm a little concerned about your face. [He then keels over laughing uncontrollably at his own immature comeback. Amazing.]

Well, we could try getting him to sleep it off. Come on, Clive, I think you've reached your limit for one night. *He tries to semi drunkenly pat Clive on the shoulder.*

[It takes a little while for him to regain his composure enough to be able to respond.]

No way, the night is still young! Besides, it's your turn to spin the bottle. Stop stalling already and just do iiiiiiit.

Well, he makes a point, it is your turn, Snake. [Sorry Snake, apparently still too drunk for logic. Clive seemed happy so that's probably good ignoring you know. his liver. hangovers. alcohol poisoning.]

Very well. *Snake gives it another spin and oh look, it's Clive now. Not that it's a SHOCK given that it's the three of them.* All right, Clive. Do try not to jump me while I kiss you.

[Giggle giggle.] Oh, fine, I'll be good. Maybe.

[Poor Heiji, Hershel would say but he's learned his lesson so he'll be a good boy and not ruin everything further. For now.

What a boring, pointless tag I'm sorry, just have fun macking I guess, he'll be sitting here vaguely unsure about everything he ever knew.]

*The game doesn't specify where you have to kiss someone, so Snake gives Clive a chaste little kiss on his nose. No macking out here. Unless he gets assaulted by Clive.*

[Fortunately he does not assault Snake after all - he just sits there giddily as Snake kisses his nose and giggles after. Of course.]

Okay, my turn! [And then he enthusiastically spins the bottle. I think we all know who it's going to land on.]

[God damnit why didn't he think of nose kissing. Hershel considers this, does it count? Has he been making his life difficult all this time? Could he have kept his purity?

Haha yeah though there's the bottle landing on him and he's to distracted to notice at first. When he does he looks a little surprised which is weird since he fucking knows he's playing the game.]

Oh... [Okay, he could totally do this chaste kiss thing, Snake opened his eyes here to the possibilities.]

*Snake appreciates the irony of your statement and sits back, ready to listen at whatever is about to happen.*

CALHOUN HOUR - SLEEPOVER

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