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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[ 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.

CALHOUN HOUR - ESCAPE

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