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

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[puzzlinglad]

[Hershel follows, wondering what new horrors awaited them. The horror this time was a long bit of nothing upon entering before spouts of gas suddenly shot out of the doorframe, probably dosing them both.

Hershel tries covering his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut and coughing against his palm as the gas dies away. For a second he wonders if it was knockout gas, but then the walls start to close in before laughing and snapping back in place and oh wonderful-] W-Wirt, are you okay? [He asks between coughs, trying to ignore how rude the walls are being.

Enjoy a few minutes of hallucinations, boys, go nuts.]

[worrywirt]

[ Wirt didn't move fast enough to cover his mouth, and so he got a good lungful of the gas. He coughs and sputters for a minute, before becoming transfixed by the floor. Was it changing colors? Or--oh god it just became bees. Hershel's voice snaps him back to focus, and he turns to his afro-totting buddy. ]

Y-Yeah, I'm fine.

[ He squints at Hershel. Or, more specifically, his afro. It was wiggling around, and Wirt is pretty sure it's not supposed to do that. Is it trying to eat Hershel's face or something? ]

This room is, uh, pretty weird though. Everything's--wow, yeah.

[puzzlinglad]

[Your hat's not much better, Wirt. Hershel stares back a moment, apparently shocked and appalled by what he's seeing, before he whispers very quietly, as if to try and keep the hat from hearing him:]

Wirt, I think... I think your hat has teeth. [This probably could go better.]

[worrywirt]

Wh-What? [ As soon as Hershel mentions his hat having teeth, he swats it off his head and scoots away from it. He would stomp on it for good measure, but what if it bites his foot or something? Maybe it has hat rabies? ]

Is my hair still there? I-It didn't eat it, did it?

[puzzlinglad]

[Hershel stares with the concentration of someone who was doing everything in his power to get this answer right. Was Wirt bald? He hesitates, patting Wirt's head slowly after a moment before letting out a deeply relieved sigh.]

It's okay, your hair made it. [He answers, glancing at the snarling, toothed beast Wirt had thrown aside.] ... I'm sorry about your hat though. It was a lovely hat, once. You really can't tell how children will turn out.

[What does that even mean.] It's okay, Wirt, you did all you could.