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vivarium mods. ([personal profile] vivariummods) wrote in [community profile] vivarium2015-02-19 08:14 pm

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."

BASIC INFOMINGLEVOTESRESULTS
detectiveofthewest: (Heiji: huh?)

[personal profile] detectiveofthewest 2015-02-22 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Get serious, Jake. You think you own that gruel? You think anyone owns it? Man is an ephemeral creature by nature, who knew when his gruel would be poked. I like how we're really running with this gruel thing even though there's other food probably.

"Yeah, I guess." He looked up at Jake. "That's why they call 'em sacrifices, though, innit?" Jake, you must hate the movies...
fairsfair: ((‘A`))

[personal profile] fairsfair 2015-02-24 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Let's be real here, gruel was probably the best thing around here. After Original Green Team found a human head in the freezers behind the cafeteria, eating anything but gruel seemed to be a good idea.

"Yeah, but you can call it a suicide mission as well." Jake, the super optimistic...
detectiveofthewest: (Heiji: whatcha say?)

[personal profile] detectiveofthewest 2015-02-24 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
God why didn't anyone tell Heiji about the totally awesome human head in the freezer, I mean the terrible, tragic head in the freezer. Maybe the robot that he and Sasuke trapped in there was at this very moment reenacting that one scene from Hamlet with it. THINK ABOUT IT.

Heiji crossed his arms and leaned back a bit in his seat. "...Hey, is there anyone you'd risk your life for?"
fairsfair: (Σ(´Д`))

[personal profile] fairsfair 2015-02-26 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Alas, poor human head! I knew him, Zero; a fellow of infinite experiments, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gripping now? Your BP? Your whining? Your flashes of suffering, that were wont to set the table on a roar?

Jake stopped eating and looked up cautiously. "What kind of question is that?" And why did he want to know?
detectiveofthewest: (Heiji: hey Kudou)

[personal profile] detectiveofthewest 2015-02-26 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
God, Jake, it's called conversation. Heiji just sort of looked at him, puzzled. What sort of question was it? A... question question?

"You're always talkin' like you think it's a bad idea to stick your neck out for other people, right? But you do it anyway, once in a while. I guess I just wanted to know more about ya."