[When the doors to Clive's elevator open, he just sits there for a moment in complete shock. Everything seems so... quiet? He looks out and sees the others emerging from their elevators and gathering in front of the screen, but he doesn't hear any voices or footsteps or anything. That's when it sets in that shit, he's deaf now. Guess that explains why there was a literally deafening explosion-like sound just before the doors opened. Well, he asked for a punishment and he got one all right, though this is definitely not the kind of punishment he was expecting.
Soon enough he wheels himself out of his elevator to look at the results for himself - god, it's so surreal that he can't even hear the squeaking of his chair anymore. After he studies the results for a few minutes, he pulls out his journal and pen, flipping open to a blank page and writing "I can't hear" in big letters. Then, he carefully rips the page out of the journal, folds it up and puts it in his blazer pocket. It would be nice if he could stick it on the back of his chair, but he doesn't have any tape or glue or any other kind of adhesive, so he'll just have to whip it out of his pocket to show people when necessary.
From then on he can be found either stuffing himself with gruel in the cafeteria or laying in the grass in the garden - basically once again not going out of his way to approach people. He feels so detached now, suddenly having to live in a world of silence. Obviously he's not going to respond at all to people calling his name or making loud noises around him or whatever, so it'll take some effort to get his attention.]
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Soon enough he wheels himself out of his elevator to look at the results for himself - god, it's so surreal that he can't even hear the squeaking of his chair anymore. After he studies the results for a few minutes, he pulls out his journal and pen, flipping open to a blank page and writing "I can't hear" in big letters. Then, he carefully rips the page out of the journal, folds it up and puts it in his blazer pocket. It would be nice if he could stick it on the back of his chair, but he doesn't have any tape or glue or any other kind of adhesive, so he'll just have to whip it out of his pocket to show people when necessary.
From then on he can be found either stuffing himself with gruel in the cafeteria or laying in the grass in the garden - basically once again not going out of his way to approach people. He feels so detached now, suddenly having to live in a world of silence. Obviously he's not going to respond at all to people calling his name or making loud noises around him or whatever, so it'll take some effort to get his attention.]