CALHOUN HOUR - ESCAPE

[vivariummods]

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

Comments

[puzzlinglad]

[Hershel sighs after the instructions were called, rubbing his arm because this was just. bullshit. fuck off, maze.]

I doubt Calhoun will do much more than let us starve here. Maybe we could try hitting it at the same time..?

[He trails off, sighing.] There's no way that will work. [And after a long moment he glances over at Alfendi, serious business.] You should press it, Alfendi. You haven't been eating and your wrists still don't look as well as they should, you can't risk being stabbed or worse.

[lameton]

Hitting it at the same time? Letting me press the button? When exactly did you hit your head, you stooge?! You're not even trying to think!

[he points at the button as aggressively as he can, mostly to hide the rising blush that always seems to climb up his neck whenever someone treats him like an actual person. look at that, hershel, making him feel wanted and cared about on a basic human level. disgusting.]

You press it. It's about time you got out of here, anyway. I'm sick of looking at you.

[puzzlinglad]

I am thinking- it makes the most sense! [arguing is hard but hell he'll try. he'll try really hard to be stubborn about this so help me god.] How long has it been since you ate, Alfendi? You're already injured on top of that, you look like you've barely been sleeping- it'll be too easy for you to get sick, or get an infection! We still don't understand this illness that goes around, and even more so we don't have the resources to handle an infection.

Just- Alfendi, please, you're far more at risk than I am here. We can't risk your wellbeing like that, not when it'll likely be days before you'll be able to have a steady food source.

[lameton]

You know damn well that I'm not going to press this button, Hershel! [alfendi points at it again, shaking his finger for good measure, before sits down in the middle of the floor to prove his point. but. his stomach growls which sort of. i mean. it's not like hershel's wrong here]

Do I really seem like the kind of man who gives a damn about-- about risk? Whatever happens, I can deal with it - we've already decided it's my job to look out for you while I'm in here! [and by "we" he means "i" but whatever]

I'm not going to let you get yourself hurt on my watch, that's ridiculous. You're acting like an idiot.

[puzzlinglad]

[hershel kind of just stares at him, exasperated before he decides to take a seat across from Alfendi on the floor. because they're really mature.

he continues staring for a few moments, as if thinking things over- not as if, that's absolutely what he's doing- before his shoulders slump a bit.] That's not how it works- if we are family it's just as much my job to look after you, you know. It goes both ways.

I... appreciate the effort you're putting into this, though, even if you are completely mental. [he glances at the button and sighs. it's going to be a long, long day, he can tell.] Why haven't you been sleeping?

[lameton]

[alfendi looks scandalized when hershel has the audacity to sit down in order to prove a point. where did he learn that from??? what a child!!!!!

but he deflates and runs a hand through his hair, smoothing it away from his eyes so he can actually see hershel properly. he's touched by hershel's concern, but he's also super angry and wants to punch the stupid brat in his hideous eyeless face.]

Well. [he... glosses over everything.]

I'm not sure if this is an appropriate avenue for that kind of conversation. Maybe we can talk about that sort of thing after you press the button!

[puzzlinglad]

Maybe I'll consider it if you tell me. [stubborn. what an anti-gentleman where could he have learned these terrible deeprooted anti-manners I wonder.]

... not that I'm saying I will. I still think you should. [he added hastily, which probably kind of killed the stubborn immovable whatever image he was never pulling off to begin with.]