vivarium | CALHOUN HOUR

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CALHOUN HOUR - ESCAPE

When characters begin to wake up, instead of finding themselves in the usual warehouse, they will instead find themselves in an a very unfamiliar area. Maybe they'll wake up alone, or maybe they'll wake up with someone else. Either way, the biggest point is that they're in God-knows-where and it's the start of a new Calhoun Hour.

Within seconds later, a familiar voice booms throughout the loud speakers.

"Ahem, testing, testing! Hello, can you all hear me?"

It's, without a doubt, your favourite robotic mouse, Calhoun. As usual, he sounds a cheery as ever.

"Wow, isn't this familiar? It's almost like the first time we've met, you know. Test subject in a new location, maybe alone or maybe with someone else, my charming voice rings throughout the room, trying to drown you all in an elevator. Good times!"

"Well, anyway, welcome to your new Calhoun Hour! You can see that I've taken the liberty to move you all to a more suitable location. You may not know it, with how small your brains are, but you're all stuck in a maze! I've had my fair share of running around in mazes, you know, being a mouse and all, so I want to return to favour to you humans! So, you know the drill: explore, look around, try to escape, blah blah blah, I don't need to explain all this! Just get to it! Who knows, maybe the exit here is an exit out to the real world. I might be generous like that, if you manage to find it. If not, well, I guess you can all starve here!"

He snickers, then pauses. Suddenly, a loud gunshot-like sound rings throughout the speakers, and Calhoun screams again.

"Let's get started!"

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[In the room outside m13 is Hershel, who probably just got in via riddle or something. He's just going to sigh and dust himself off- traps where the worst, mazes were the worst, he is full of teenage angst over this predicament. Meaning he looks slightly frumpy and not all that alarmed given it's a fucking murder game.]

Bloody Calhoun... [He mutters, apparently deciding to talk to himself because why not.] Alright, where to next? Is this really even a maze, it's more like a bunch of rooms...

[He's just going to have his back turned to the rest of the room so I can have an excuse why he might not notice someone else there, a+ tag]

[Ema has entered from the south, possibly damp, possibly hungry, you know life is filled with uncertainties--however, that accent is something easily enough recognized even if it isn't quite as rainbow-colored as before. And well, if she's somehow not going to be noticed...]

Boo!

[Revealing herself to be the true monster in Vivarium all along Hershel jumps, covering his heart because he's an 80 year old grandmother and staring at Ema a moment before letting out a huffed sort of sigh.]

Ema you- you are not funny. Have I told you you're terrible lately? [Probably. Once he's not having a heart attack he straightens, going from surprised grandma to worried grandma at mach speed.] Are you alright? You haven't been hurt, have you?

Fine, fine. You okay? I didn't actually think I'd catch you.

I'm fine, everything's been nonsensical but mostly harmless so far, besides the traps. At least they aren't impossible to avoid.

[sigh] We should try to stick together, two heads are better than one, right?

[tossing off a fine or no, she still looks him over for anything too blatant, then pats him on the shoulder. maybe she almost feels kinda bad for scaring him, though 99% she'd do it again given the chance. She leads him to the west door, raising her eyebrows]

That's how the saying goes. And it always helps to have a witness or two. Shall we?

[he's a bit perplexed by the pat but smiles, assuming she was being reassuring about the situation instead of vaguely sort of guilty she spooked him like a haunted house worker. friendship.]

That... seems rather morbid in some respects. [he headed for the west door, inspecting it for a riddle of some sort before turning to her, shrugging and opening it.

The room seemed normal enough as he entered, which was probably suspicious. Clearly it wouldn't lock them both in immediately after she entered, that probably wouldn't happen.] I don't see anything really...

[hey, whatever works. she follows after him, looking around idly]

Morbid, come now. It just means you can help each other out. Like holding each other's hair, or carrying groceries, or providing alibis--

[that's approximately when the door slams shut. It isn't very loud, but it kinda sounds that way. Ema turns to pound at the door, but then water is rushing in and pooling around their feet. So, that's a thing now.]

What the-- Hershel--

Providing alibis- [Whatever dry thing he had to say about that stopped when the door shut. He just stares for a moment before the sudden water gushing in makes him look down, startled.]

[It's probably around that time the announcement sounded. Amusing show or drowning- that was kind of familiar.] W-what? What does that mean?

[It took about twenty seconds for him to give up trying to question nothing, looking at Ema helplessly.] We need to think of something, quick. Do you think- it won't necessarily need to be bad? [Like you know. Stabbings or murder. That would really bring this fun maze party down.]

I-I don't know, I don't have the best history coming up with 'amusing shows' for these things!

[okay, okay, calm down. Just because last time things were kind of awful doesn't mean it has to be the same this time, no matter what history says.]

Can you think of anything that's ever made the rat happy, other than our pain and suffering? A joke, or a song, or something?

Well... [Alright, alright, think, water isn't probably up to their ankles right now or anything.] He likes teasing everyone, especially Mr. Wilder before he was taken...

I don't know, maybe we can try some jokes about the others? [He sounds kind of strained because guess who's going to be absolutely terrible at doing this? Him. It's him. That's the answer.]

Right, fine. Um, okay. Uh... Snake walked into a bar. Heiji ducked. Uh... What's the difference between Jake and Kuzuryuu? About two feet. Badumching?

[aaa aaaaa aaaa helllp]

Probably a little more than two feet. [Rude as shit. When that didn't work he tried again, determined.] Jake looks like old leather.

[That's not even a joke they're probably going to die.]

[this is the worrrst why is the water always cold]

Yes, he is basically a rawhide chew toy that can't even get going bald right and constantly dreams of sloppy makeouts with Calhoun. --That part's true, let us out so we can set you up!

[He's not really surprised this was becoming a roast of Jake, there was so much to work with. it's probably be amusing if the water wasn't getting calf level.]

U-um he's a rude, pigheaded prat who wouldn't take a shower just to a stubborn miser. [not untrue. is the water slowing or stopping?? have they shit on jake enough?? unless you'd like to push them to do more ridiculous shit then maybe, just maybe, it is stopping]

Except then he did, and was all cagey about why. I think he's hiding something.

[the tone is more frustrated than irritated, but hopefully Calhoun didn't notice since something close to worrying is probably not the type of show that'll get them out, more the type that'll just leave them in water up to their knees for some irritating amount of time until they die of trench foot]

...He really did enjoy that shrine. It was possibly the happiest he's ever been, he said. [more importantly, as the water seems not to be rising anymore, she looks around for some way to get out? a door? a trap door? a key to drop into a drain?]

[Hershel was kind of shocked it stopped at all, and more so that it didn't seem to be draining. Instead of bashing poor innocent Jake some more he hesitantly decided to mention this fact.] It's not draining... did we not do enough?

[He sighed, giving Ema an apologetic sort of look before trying something new.] You can be kind of cagey too, you know, maybe that's why you two get along. [Hey, if harassing Ema a bit didn't work he was out of ideas here. It probably even made the water lower a little.]

I don't know what you're talking about, I'm basically an open book. It's not my fault none of you are good at reading. [which, okay, even she admits is a bit of an overstatement but the last time 'shows' were requested the ones of understanding and friendship really didn't do very well. And there's definitely less water than there was a moment ago!]

And considering you two are thick as thieves, what does that say about your relative cage levels?

Ah, if it was in code, maybe. [He sounds amused despite himself, which he probably shouldn't but hey, as long as the water's still going down that's probably good.]

[Looking offended at the last statement is hard though.] I'm an impressionable teenager, what's your excuse? [Hey, water's gone. The door may even open now, and he hesitates a moment moment before letting out a sigh.] Well, that really wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. I hope Jake doesn't hear about half of that, he may be a little cross.

Huh, are saying the rest of us are bad influences?

[yeah, luckily the door slides open for them, because Ema is mostly just amused at this]

And I don't see how anything we've said isn't anything he already knows. I think it's important to talk about people to their face just the same as you do behind their back.

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