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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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Some timer.

[ He's just going to keep that vague because, well... he didn't know what happened if the timer went down to zero, but he's guessing nothing good. So, he'll just step aside for Hershel to take a look at the riddle. ]

Yeah, your specialty, so it's all yours. Can't believe you're this happy to find one.

I see- I'll take that as I shouldn't ask. [He muses, taking note of the door for future avoidance though who knows what will happen, the world is a mysterious place.

And he shrugs.] Riddles can be quite fun. [Is his very lame answer to that, stop the presses and prepare a locker, nerd alert. He considers the riddle for a moment before answering:] Fire?

[After a pause hey, he's right shocking twist. The door unlocks and he smiles.] Ah, there we are.

[ fucking nerd, jake can't believe his first friend is some puzzle loving hippie but bam, looks like the door is open. Time to walk in and push Hershel in as well, c'mon, he doesn't have all day. This was a waste of a push though when it turns out that it's just an empty hallway. Boringggg. ]

Looks like a dead end. Head back ou--

[ Aaaaand that's when the door slams shut. The heat will come in a few seconds. Just let Jake be Very Unimpressed right now. ]

I'm getting real sick and tired of all these doors.

[Hershel was going to scold him for pushing because come on dude, rude they'll make a gentleman out of you yet, when the door shut. He turns, looking nervous as he glanced to Jake.]

Well... I can't say this was too surprising. [He sighs, looking around in the vain hopes maybe there'd be another puzzle to get them out.]

... and no obvious way to get out at least. Bloody perfect. [he frowns.] It's a tad warm in here.

[ You're gonna have to make a deal with the devil to get him to become a gentleman (or bring his mom back to life, that too, he's probably a mama's boy), but going over to the door to try and open it anyway. He slams against it a few times before deciding that, yup, it's not going to open. ]

[ He lets out a frustrated sigh and just leans again a wall. ]

Probably because we were walking around everywhere. It's nothing. [ It's not because there's a heater in here, nope....... ] How long do you think we're going to be stuck in this one?

Maybe you should kick it. [Hershel said innocently, trying not to smile at his own joke about Jake kicking doors. Haha, good one Hershel, that sure showed Jake probably.]

[He clearly gives up a bit faster, looking and feeling around once more before leaning against one of the walls too.] Probably a few minutes, maybe an hour at most. It's likely meant to make us feel claustrophobic and waste time we could be using to try and get out. At least I hope that's all... it doesn't seem like there are any traps.

[ Well, your joke is becoming a reality when Jake actually does take that suggestion and attempts kicking it once or twice, but nothing... ]

Make yourself comfortable 'cause that's not working. [ Time to sit himself down then. ] And a gut feeling is telling me that it's probably not going to be as easy as that. It's not "entertainment" if we're just sitting here and doing nothing.

[ Is he making you paranoid yet, but wow, it really is kind of warm here. He's just going to roll up his sleeves. ]

[Hershel just sighs as Jake does that. He's not surprised, not really. He knows. He always did.]

[He does take a seat, rubbing his neck and wondering again if things really did seem hotter. Maybe the closed space?] Oh, I never got to ask if you got a memory back during that sleepover nonsense.

[Pleasant conversation maybe?? When he notices Jake rolling up his sleeves he frowns- no, it was absolutely getting hotter and boy did that seem like a bad thing. Hopefully they wouldn't be dying in here, what a way to go]

[ ... This is not a good change of topics. He didn't really want to talk about the memory he got, ughhhh, Hershel why ]

... Yeah, I did. Guessing you got one too?

[ Wow, it really is hot in here, what the shit. Just going to try and ignore it for now... ]

[Hershel tilts his head a bit.] Ah... not a good memory, I take it? [Just gonna guess that before nodding.] Yes, nothing all that interesting, really. I remembered being younger and my parents telling me we were going to move.

[Exciting life, Hershel Layton edition. At this point he has to sigh, pulling off his vest and rolling up his sleeves. Just. not saying anything yet either. Not yet.]

[ He's not going to answer whether it's not a good memory or not, Hershel can figure that out for himself, but he'll at least acknowledge Hershel sharing his memory by nodding. It's not the most... exciting memory ever... ]

Yeah? Where to?

[ Are they going to make this into a contest, who can go the longest without talking about the heat? Because Jake will play. He'll take off his gloves and toss them in front of him. Good thing he didn't wear his initial outfit with the jacket and went with his second pair. He'll just wipe his forehead, even if he's not sweating just yet. God, what is with this room. ]

[Poor Jake, being the superior friend he is Hershel doesn't pry, give him all the awards now please.] Just a little town called Stansbury, it's where most of the memories I've gotten back take place, actually. They seemed to think it'd be a good change of pace for us.

[They can, Hershel's absolutely going to lose though, and now he's taken off about as much as he's comfortable with taking off, which is going to be problematic as things get worse. Will stuffy british bullshit give him a heatstroke?? stay tuned...]

[ the only award hershel is going to get is the award of being jake's friend, but he'll just nod again. There's not much to say, dude, with how dull your memory is. Jake's not much for small talk so he'll just nod again, he guesses. Instead, he'll lose this contest and address the heat because he is this close (how close? Check out how intimate these two lines are || yeah, that close, R-rated lines, close your eyes kids HA) to throwing off his shirt. ]

What the hell, the heat is definitely going up. It's turning into a sauna in here.

[Wow, put your smut lines behind a warning, please. Also fuck you Jake, he wins, and also isn't taking anything else off for now even though he's clearly uncomfortable as hell.]

It must be the trap, raising the heat... [He shuffles with his bag, pulling out his water bottle, taking a swig and offering it to Jake.] We should try to stay hydrated, this... could be a while.

[ you can't handle these 50 shades of lines, but he'll take that water bottle and take a sip from it. ]

Great, should have brought a book.

[ He hands back Hershel his water bottle then decides, you know what, fuck it. He's not going to die from a heat stroke here, so he starts pulling off his shirt. Stop... him?? ]

[Hershel glances away in pointed british fashion, wanting very much to scold Jake for being so crass but... well, it was probably for the best. Better than melting.

Not that he was ever gonna take off his shirt, he's a delicate british flower or whatever.]

I never really saw you as a big reader. [He muses, ignoring the fact he was beginning to feel a little lightheaded from the heat.] Though I wouldn't be too surprised, you also don't really strike me as the type to invest in a television.

[ This is the second time Jake has taken off his shirt in this event, the first was with Ema, but with Ema, he didn't take off his pants. Later, he just might if this heat gets to him like goddamn. He doesn't remember being in South America and dealing with the heat there, but at least he probably had decent clothes to deal with it. Here, he's wearing fucking jeans or something. ]

Not really interested in just sitting around and focused on one thing.

[ Looking over to Hershel after throwing his shirt besides him. ]

You're going to heat up keeping your shirt on.

[Wow, taking off shirts in front of ladies, wow. And have a look.] I'll be alright, it can't be that much longer, right?

[Yeah, definitely a little more lightheaded- he sighs. Maybe he would have to go take his shirt off, but not yet. not now. he could still win this.] It's not like they'll want to kill us anyway...

[ he's just not ashamed of his rad body, unlike some british stick here ]

Yeah, they're not, but you're going to kill yourself, so stop trying to tough it through. You're going to pass out at that rate.

[ And Jake did not want to explain to everyone that he just let the nicest guy in the warehouse get a heat stroke. ]

[have some shame...]

I- [Ugh. Ugh. He tries to be stubborn for a few more moments before relenting. He had to admit this was basically stupid not to do.] Fine...

[Maybe just unbuttoning his shirt would be enough, right? Right. No, probably not.] This is all such nonsense. What are they hoping to learn?

[ why have shame when he's rocking it ]

Probably that you're more stubborn than me.

[ Because can you seriously not take off your shirt properly? Jake moves to try and grab the back of Hershel's shirt to try and pull it off. C'mon, off off! He doesn't care if you haven't completely unbuttoned everything. ]

I am- [Well, there went his shirt, god damnit. He looks awkward because he is awkward, surprising everyone. Look at these teenage pecs, though, so. great. He sighs.] -not.

[You're the worst Jake. At least he gets to keep his pants.] It's your fault, really, I have to be stubborn to keep up is all.

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CALHOUN HOUR - ESCAPE

wow you're just jealous your body isn't as sweet as jake's

the rating system is just trying to hold jake back

ass if it can hold him back and i typo'd as with an extra s but i'm keeping it like that

no subject

you're a hero and i salute you

the hero we all deserve, that is me

can canadians really be called heroes i WROTE OREOS JESUS CHRIST can you really be called oreos

OREOS YOU ARE SO GOOD AT TYPING but i am the oreo hero take that

you're just an oreo like probably moose flavored or something

moose flavoured is fucking delicious okay it's just as good as our poutine and bagged milk

do you weirdos bag anything else, like water?? idk??? beer??

we actually have bagged water, it's a thing, it's great

WHAT IS WITH YOU PEOPLE AND BAGS

BAGS ARE GOOD OKAY we actually have a thing in toronto where supermarkets charge you 5 cents per bag

what planet are you actually from though

a planet where we apparently have laws against feeding the moose around here

i'm not surprised, moose are fucking scary assholes

they weed out the useless human beings who refuse to feed them, terrifying

what the fuck is wrong with canada, real talk.

america is the one with problems, you and your same coloured money. what's the deal, guys

it's to make shit harder for you, actually

taking it out on the canadians, i see, when we have done nothing but kick your ass in hockey

hey we have the devils in nj, we aren't doing too shabby mostly