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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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This state you're in, you weren't so tired before all this. Something happened, didn't it?
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[He would be much more convincing if he could actually look Hershel in the eye. Instead, he opts to put a hand to his head wearily as an excuse not to.]
It's not that. I just had a hard time sleeping, that's all.
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Was it for Heiji? [Nailed it. Got it. 100% detective sleuth.] I'm not trying to make accusations or anything, I might wish you hadn't put yourself in this position if you did but- it was a kind thing to do. You're a good friend, I'm sure he appreciates it.
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[Considering how he voted, calling him a kind friend is a bit of a stretch. Still, this line of questioning needs to stop.]
...It was a bad dream. That's all.
[So please stop asking.]
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Alright, if you're sure. [He didn't sound sure but he wasn't built to push topics, doormat genes and all.] Oh, I just remembered, you got a memory back, didn't you?
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Yes, I did.
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Not a pleasant one then?
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...It's just a memory from when I was little. I got in trouble with my father.
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[So it's perfectly reasonable that his father would be upset, yes.]
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I see, must have gave him a bit of a fright. Do you remember him much better now? What's he like, if I may ask?
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[And this is why he kept getting locked in the friggin' storage room apparently.]
...He's stern.
[...Yep. That's it.]
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[Which is why he didn't get stuck in the storage room, too. Lucky him.]
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Why did you want to go so badly? Boredom, I assume?
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[He never did seem to have firsthand experience with cities the way Heiji did.]
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[Ha. ha.]
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Probably...? If they caught me before I could make it to the town it had to be a ways, at least.
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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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