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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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What was your home like? [And a pause.] Sorry, I'm probably prying a bit, aren't I?
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[He can avoid all of the messier details pretty easily anyway, so.]
It was... big, from what I remember. A traditional one... there was even a detached storage room, too.
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I admit, when I heard Tokyo I thought you'd be living in one of those skyscrapers.
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Right. [Wow Hershel you are so worldly, he is very impressed.]
I'm probably from around the Kanto region, but I don't think I'm actually from Tokyo.
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Sounds more peaceful. [Yup, so worldly.] How many memories is that now for you? At least things are starting to come together.
[The sad story os Sasuke's rude family Hershel doesn't realize yet...]
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Six now... I think...
[Ah, there's the sudden exhaustion. Not so much the weariness that plagues him all the time, but the sensation on being on the verge of falling asleep right then and there.
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Yep, he's out. For a little while, at least.]
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Ah, there he goes again. At least this time Hershel is sort of expecting it so his fretting isn't going to go wild. Instead he'll try and carefully make Sasuke comfortable, sighing like an old maid about all this.
Should Sasuke wake up in a bit he'll still be there, reading. If not, and either way, he's going to wake up with Hershel's cardigan over him. Take care of that ugly thing. ]
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He's still slow to rouse, but once he does, he sits up somewhat stiffly. Even in dreams, he'd rather not have to deal with Bluebell again.]
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Morning- evening, I suppose. You weren't out for long, just a few minutes. [Look, he's even trying to contain his fretting like a good friend.] Did I get a chance to show you this? Clive gave me a mystery novel for Christmas, it's quit engaging.
[Distraction mode is a go, he's trying.]
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But thank you for trying not to fret, he appreciates it. Really.]
...Is it good?
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And he closes the book, holding it out to Sasuke.]
You can see for yourself if you'd like. Are you a murder mystery fan?
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He'll take the book though, looking uncertain, if curious.]
...I'm not sure if I've ever read one before.