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!"

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Clive..... Clive, it was like you needed an adult, but you were an adult. What even. How was Clive even still alive. How was he not dead of alcohol poisoning. Like was Clivie's liver going to spring out of his body and run screaming?

"Wh...!" Wow, Heiji was not expecting that question. Like at all.

"Well, i-it's not like the last kiss was that high a bar or anything. I mean, we practically collided. But... yeah, it was better." Are you happy, Clive? Heiji's face was totally red, kill him now. "...who'd ya practice with?"

Yes, clearly Clive was very happy, because he sat right up and beamed at Heiji as he RUFFLED HIS HAIR HAHAHAHA SWEET REVENGE

"I'm so glad to hear that!" he even said outright. Then, at Heiji's question, he paused for a moment and replied in a hushed, sing song tone: "Begins with a J and rhymes with Snake."

nnnnnoooooooooooo, not hair ruffling X(

But seriously. "...Jake?!" Wow. WOW. Not in a million years would he have ever dreamed that this would be happening. Jake? Mr. Boiled Peach Our Lord and Savior of Hoarding Money Jake Muller?

"And he ain't sock you in the face? Wow." This was actually pretty juicy gossip, he bet that Hershel would want to hear it......

"That's right! In the grey room, Calhoun made us make out for seven whole minutes. It was supposed to be like seven minutes in heaven, but it was more like seven minutes in hell!" He said it all so cheerfully despite that last sentence, and even laughed at the end of it. Yeah, he... definitely would not be talking about this if he was sober.

"Well, at least I got some satisfactory kissing experience out of it."

"Oh. Well. That's... wow." He couldn't even imagine kissing Jake for one minute, let alone seven. He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

"...What was it like? Was it like makin' out with a stubbly octopus?"

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