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vivarium2015-02-19 08:14 pm
vivariummods) wrote in vivarium2015-02-19 08:14 pm
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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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I'm serious, Jake, you rightly know I am too. [like he'd ever not be serious about henning.] Well, just try not to be too stubborn, hm?
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I'll think about it. I should be fine as long as I take it slow.
This isn't the first time I've been put in the dark, you know. Had to deal with getting around without any light in that maze in the basement.
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Yes, but that was different, wasn't it? [yup, being stubborn, shocking everyone. he'd have to take the roundabout way of helping Jake it seemed, such was life.] Was it actually teargas or pepperspray then? Looks worse than the last times he played around with those.
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Barely. [ both times he was practically blind so eh, same thing. ] Tear gas. It should wear off after a few hours, unless Zero's got something up his sleeve. Wouldn't be surprised if he does, so guess we'll see what's the damage later.
[ what if it's permanent oh noooooo ]
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You're hopelessly stubborn. [shocking news!!] Yes well- of course. [he's not convinced, he's worried, shhh] It doesn't still burn, does it?
[shut up he's worried about that shit okay]
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[ he shifts ] A little, but it's fine. You should find the others and motherhen over them instead, if they're as unlucky as me.
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Already overstayed my welcome, hm? [he sounds amused] You won't be too cross if I come and see you later then?
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You're ten minutes past your leave. [ joking around ] Maybe, if you bring me my spare clothes, but can't promise you any guarantees.
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That I can manage, I think. [And he stands, patting Jake very lightly on the shoulder.] In one of the lockers or the warehouse corner?
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[ Jake slightly tenses up when Hershel pats his shoulder, but then relaxes. ] Lockers, the ones closest to the door. Just bring everything.
[ Since he's probably going to make the Garden his home now and/or carry everything on him now. Carry all his clothes and med supplies and whatnot... ]
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[he nods, dusting himself off a bit.] Alright, give me a few moments.
[couldn't leave Jake without his stuff long, though he probably had a few adventures on his way. eventually he'll be back, making his footsteps purposely loud as he did and calling as he approached.] Here we are, sorry for the delay, everyone's mulling about and all. Looks like no one got it worst than you did, at least.
[and have all your stuff placed safely beside wherever you are right now, buddy]
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[ Jake hasn't really moved from his spot since Hershel has left. He doesn't have anywhere to go, so thank you for grabbing his things. He should say that out loud, but he doesn't. Instead, he just feels around for his stuff to find his other pair of clothes. Hello, China outfit, you and your suspenders are going on. ]
Yeah? What's wrong with them?
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[Precious suspenders, what a loser he is. Hershel takes a seat.] Snake's shoulder was dislocated, Heiji is shocked anytime he speaks and I'm not really sure what's going on with Sasuke, he seems quite tired. [What a bunch they are.] Could be worse, but it could be better.