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[puzzlinglad]

[In the time before the puzzle room goes up and after the happy friendship party that was the last Calhoun (Zero?) Hour feel free to use this post for whatever you want. Top levels, threads with dudes, whatever, live life freely.]


[If you're interested in harassing Hershel here's what he'll be doing:

a) Asking people if they want laundry done. Not unmentionables, he's not some sort of cad here, but he's got shit all to do, can't sleep and might as well do something useful, right? Right. Feel free to find him near the stream, trying not to nod off since getting shocked in the water probably wasn't the best idea in the world. Possibly. Or trying to mend tears or something and making a mess of it. He'll never be a proper old maid at this rate.

b) Trying to play videogames maybe? And by 'play' I mean 'make faces at as they get steadily worse.' He might try a movie or two in the vain hope something will be manageable to watch but yeah. Yeah. Basically any late night lounge activity, assuming no one's already asleep in there, have at.

c) These are hard to think of, I guess trying to fencing practice in the gym with his shiny new foil, curtesy of Mr. Sasuke Sagami. Try not to get accidentally jabbed by a giant needle with a blunt bit on the end, it probably sucks.

Or whatever, do whatever you'd like. He'll basically be wandering around aimlessly mostly anyway, being completely useless to everyone because he's tired.]

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let's fail together

[detectiveofthewest]

Suddenly, little dark bugs began pouring out of the holes in the screen, skittering in all directions and leaving trails of decay trailing after them. The squares that they touched lost all color and the music had now turned into screeching, pounding dissonance jazz.

Why was everything in this room terrible.

comrades in failure arms

[puzzlinglad]

Hershel just watched the end of the world, making this exact face. "Why can't anything in this lounge be bloody pleasant for a moment?"

He sighed and turned to Heiji, placing the controller down. "Did you play games like this much before we ended up here? You don't really strike me as the type."

Re: comrades in failure arms

[detectiveofthewest]

Heiji considered this for a second or two, started to shrug, then shook his head. He was pretty sure he never played creepy bug-infested video games with sharks tearing off divers' limbs, sorry Hershel.

Meanwhile, the theme music turned into something more mellow as the holes continued to belch black bugs.

I think I was more into reading.

[puzzlinglad]

Hershel turned to regard the screen, a bit surprised at the sudden saxophone. Such smooth jazz for whatever the heck was happening on screen now. What a weird game.

"Reading and getting into trouble." He said after a moment, amused. "I suppose playing a highspeed chase isn't as thrilling as chasing criminals on motorcycles."

[detectiveofthewest]

Heiji shook his head. No, Hershel. It was way, way better. THE THRILL OF JUST ESCAPING BEING RUN OVER BY AN EIGHTEEN-WHEELER. You had to be there, man.

But you know. The music was actually strangely soothing, as long as you didn't look at the screen. An octopus swam angrily past the inky black that now covered the rest of the level.

Heiji suggested with the flick of his wrist that they turn the video game off and... maybe do something more pleasant. Like check on Hershel's mint plant. He mimed... hmm. It was supposed to be a stem and leaves, but maybe it looked more like someone pulling corn off the back of a truck or something.