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CALHOUN HOUR - CHOICE
It has been two and a half days since the end of the virus takeover. The power, lights, and heating has been turned back on. All the newer areas have been sealed, BP is once again required in certain rooms, and it appears that everything is returning back to normal. Asides from Calhoun. Whether characters have chosen to give pieces of Calhoun to Zero, to hold onto them, or to destroy them, it does not matter. There has been no indications as to when he would ever be back, so there has been a robotic mouse void within the warehouse. Zero has refused to leave any information as to the status of rebuilding Calhoun, but they have left this one message for everyone shortly after the power restoration: "While you may be left alone to your devices, do not trick yourselves into thinking that there is a way out of here, or that you can do as you please. I will always be watching." It has been two days since Zero has left these parting words before entirely disappearing. When attempting to call for them, everyone will only be responded with silence. It's clear that they're still watching over the facility though, as any kind of rule breaking or suspicious activities would automatically be rewarded with an injection of Soporil β. True to their word, Zero is somehow monitoring the behaviors without saying a single word. It is not until the morning of Day 72 does everyone hear again from them again, through the speakers throughout the warehouse. "Good morning, Subjects. Today, you will be partaking in another experiment of mine. It has come to my knowledge that my assistant has been throwing these so-called "Calhoun Hours" every three days to keep everyone stimulated between his rooms. Don't assume that I will do anything similar of the sort. This activity has far more care and thought put into it than this camping nonsense, so let us begin." "The rules are simple: every test subject will be paired up and placed against each other. The collective will then have to vote for one of the pair. The one with the fewest amount of votes will be subjective to a punishment of my choice. The one with the most amount of votes will continue their dull experimental lives until the next set of events." "Any petty attempts of rebellion will be met with serious repercussions, so I would suggest that you rethink any sort of plans." "Now, best of luck, Subjects. We will talk again soon." |
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[But... when did he...?
He's not normally so out of it as to fall asleep on a precarious perch. What was going on...?]
...I guess I was more tired than I thought. Thanks.
[It's a weak cover-- he's pretty sure it isn't just a case of being randomly sleepy, but he doesn't exactly know what it could be, either.]
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It's okay. Just be careful. You don't want to underestimate gravity. Gravity is 9.8 meters per second of crashing into the center of the earth. That's a lot. So the seatbelt might be a good idea. Or starting on the ground.
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Do you need help down?
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[did that even make sense? eh whatever, it's a nice tree]
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See? Perfectly fine. He turns to look at her expectantly, but if she seems to be struggling at all with getting down, he'll lend a hand to steady her or whatever.]
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So, good dreams, I guess? You seemed really zonked out.
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Not really.
[Maybe it's because of the memory he got back recently, but the short dream he experienced was pretty... dark. Quite literally.]
Are you doing alright? Zero probably offered a deal to you, didn't he?
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Even though he totally did.]
...I don't know. He didn't say.
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Weird. Well, I guess no point in worrying about it. We'll find out soon enough.
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I'll admit, I didn't think Calhoun was actually coming up with these himself.
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...Then again, I also wasn't sure if Calhoun really was AI or not.
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[her smirk fades along with the rest of her thought, and her expression goes uncharacteristically blank. Two beats later she continues, tone considerably softer and dreamier, especially for talking about the likes of Calhoun.]
I like jokes. Do you like jokes?
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[Where did that come from?]
...Are you alright?
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You were about to fall out of a tree.
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Ema why you gotta be like this.]
No, it's not. But what about you? It's like you blanked out for a bit.
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...Don't worry about it. And don't tell Hershel. He's working on enough of a bald spot already.
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