vivarium | CALHOUN HOUR

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!"

BASIC INFO ✖ ESCAPE ✖ POST-EVENT MINGLE ✖ TURN-IN

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*Snake wandered into a hallway, keeping a hand on a wall since it seemed safe enough. Until the wall started to bleed or something else insane, anyway.*

[Several things happened at once, and every single one of them were stupid.

The first is that Hershel entered a room, a largely empty one and the one riiiight next to 0-13. He was about to ponder how he had been here before when he almost lost his footing on a piece of floor that wasn't quite right. Doing so pressed that piece of floor in, and suddenly from the wall came his best friend flying knives.

A lot of them. Thankfully none hit him since he tripped, the worst just slicing a not too serious cut over his temple as he did. Of course head wounds bled a lot, annoyingly, and he had to wipe at his forehead as a second round of knives came and shit- alright, had to get out of here.

That led him to scramble along the floor to an exit, into the hall Snake was in. Well, shit.] Snake!

[He couldn't tell if the door would stay open, if another round of knives would come, so without really thinking too much about it he grabbed Snake's good arm and pulled him through into the precious water room.

When the door closed behind them he let out a sigh.] Ah... I- I'm sorry, I set off a trap and-

[He glanced around. Wait a minute.] Oh no...

Why did you just say...? *Then it happened. Snake felt water start to pool at his feet.* Hershel? Can you please tell me what's going on here?

Um- [Before he could the announcement came up- do a 'show' or drown. Hershel sighs, rubbing his face with both hands for a moment before turning to Snake.]

I'm so sorry Snake, I set off a knife trap and I didn't want to risk you getting hit and- [Ok, calm down with that rambling, bucko.] I guess we have to do something 'entertaining.'

Entertaining? Well, I seem to lack anything to juggle, unless you have something hidden inside that mane of yours. *Not that Snake could juggle, as was evident by the sarcasm in his voice. He would probably have trouble attempting to a tie a shoe, let alone try to juggle.* Knowing the flavor of "entertainment" Zero prefers, we're going to need to do something drastic. *Snake took a breath.* Herhsel? Punch me in the face as hard as you can.

I'm afraid unless you can juggle a water bottle and a roll of bandages... [His tone is dry, yeah, this was fun. He was just getting started trying to think of something when Snake offered his idea.

Have a stare for a moment before he raised his hands.] I- no, I couldn't do that, Snake. It's too- [Honestly he didn't have a good reason not too, he probably wouldn't hurt Snake too badly if he was careful, and Snake was right, this was probably the fastest and easiest way to get out of this. He had already dealt with this room once and he had no doubt Calhoun wasn't going to let him go all that easily.

Of course that went both ways-] Hit me instead, alright? I can't... just, I think it would be better. [He finishes kind of lamely.]

Hershel, honestly, you could hit me in the eye and it would probably work for the room requirements. It's not like I use them anyway. *Water is starting to creep up his calves.*

I know, it's just- [Have a very awkward moment where he can't really explain himself at all and struggles to do so before letting out a soft sigh.]

You've already been injured enough, Snake, especially in the name of a 'show.' [He walks over, standing in front of Snake now.] Besides, I think you know a bit more about how to actually punch someone, I'm not sure I trust myself to.

Well, I suppose you have a point. It's not like I want to test what might happen to my arm. *Snake cocked back his right arm.* Better brace yourself because this might hurt.

*And BAM! he punches Hershel hard in the chest.*

[Whew, he looks pretty relieved Snake agreed. Of course he can't help an 'oof' and staggering back- ow, okay he hadn't been prepared for that. At least the water had slowly come to a stop as he rubbed his chest.]

You ah... you have quite the swing.

Clive certainly seems to think so. *Did he apparently hit Clive at some point? 8-Ball says, all signs point to yes.*

... you hit Clive? Why? [He sounds more curious than anything, it's not like Clive and Snake were enemies so there had to be a good reason, probably.]

I had to fill out my bingo card to hit someone. I was particularly peeved at him because this came after the episode where I tried to sneak out food and he tried to give it back while Calhoun worked some electrical "fun" with my arm.

Oh. [He looks a little surprised again, he hadn't been around much for that incident.] What exactly happened with that, if I may ask? I didn't see what happened, only heard about it.

I'm guessing while I was unconscious and being brought here, Calhoun put something in my prosthetic that can let him control it and shock me if I get out of line. It's about the level of sadistic pleasure we've come to expect from him.

As for the incident, I stole food from the cafeteria to give to Clive when he still didn't have enough BP. Calhoun found me, made an example of me and in his words, called me a "dirty, thieving snake." *He smiles and it is not kind in the least.* So just for spite, I decided that's what I'll be.

CALHOUN HOUR - ESCAPE

0-13 then into the water trap room?

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