CALHOUN HOUR - BINGO II

[vivariummods]

Early in the morning of Day 84, an announcement booms from the warehouse speakers: "All test subjects report to the first floor lobby immediately for your next experiment." Zero's unmistakable garbled voice goes silent afterwards. Once everyone gathers downstairs, they'll be treated to an unexpected sight: Zero standing in front of them in the flesh. Standing tall (at 5'4"...), they're donned in the same piece of clothing everyone remembers them in: a black raincoat (large and long enough that it covers their entire body, leaving no distinguishable features), a full facial gas mask, and matching black gloves. It seems as if Zero really dislikes showing skin... "Today, you will be participating in a game of, what you may call, 'Bingo'. I believe most of you have participated in this before. The rules and explanations are on the back of the cards." An arm is raised to motion towards the paper cards scattered on the nearby table, then it falls again. "Due to some... unfortunate events, I will monitor you in person. However, do not underestimate what will happen to you should you decide to cheat, escape, attack, or do anything that will break my rules. Your bracelets are still very functional and my cameras will continue to record every move you take, so I suggest that you refrain from doing anything foolish." "Now begin." BASIC INFO ✖ LET'S PLAY BINGO ✖ TURN-IN ✖ POST-EVENT

Comments

[skyentificmethod]

In both of those cases, they overrate themselves terribly.

[she shrugs, then shakes her head, her own card who-knows-where]

If that's all you've got left...Truth or Dare's fine. You don't have to tell me anything unless you want to. ...Unless it's 'truth,' I suppose.

[lameton]

[alfendi actually laughs, which he's probably only done once or twice since he woke up in that flooding elevator. ema's funny. jake and calhoun are terrible nerdy losers. it's a good day. as for truth or dare, he's... well, he's going to at least try to take it seriously. it would be really easy to just dare ema to give him a high five three times and call it a day, but zero might kick their asses for that.]

It's not exactly all I've got left, but... [he clears his throat.] I'm fond of you. You're a good person. I'm not going to fight you just because Zero will give me some cash for it, that's ridiculous.

[skyentificmethod]

Oh.

[she frowns, cheeks the slightest bit pink, before her expression clears. she sticks out her hand, thumb up]

...Then, I challenge you to a wrestling match. As a dare, we'll multitask.

[lameton]

That's... that's the opposite of what I wanted! I don't even know how to wrestle. You're going to decimate me, you beast.

[but it is a dare, and alfendi is nothing if not insane and ambitious. so he knocks his knuckles against ema's, because maybe wrestling is supposed to start with a ceremonial brofist??]

What do I-- should I shove you? Do you want me to shove you?

[skyentificmethod]

...I was just going to thumb wrestle, but if you'd prefer Greco-Roman, that works. Or are you thinking more the kind with the costumes and the speeches and the jumping through tables?

[lameton]

[it might be hard to tell, given that his face is still frozen in fear, but alfendi is incredibly relieved. he had absolutely not been prepared for that escalation.]

No. That's fine. Thumb wrestling is fine. My thumb is going to commit homicide on yours. The rest of your fingers will silently cry out in protest as their brother falls to an atrocious overkill delivered by a bloodthirsty criminal.

[he holds his fist out, thumb raised. he's got this. he knows thumb wrestling like the back of his hand, only not at all, because he's never done this either, but he's read all about it in books, probably.]

[skyentificmethod]

[...now she wants to frankensteiner him off a barbed wire ladder or something. except not, since her police academy self defense class probably didn't have much on tossing tall gangly men around, so he's safe for now. at least when ema unpacks what he said and translates it into normal human speak.]

Guess we got the hype interviews either way. Well, don't get too cocky, this's going to be the thumb battle of the cen--tury-y-y-y~ [yes, making your own mike echo is incredibly vital to this bout of digital athleticism. Ema reaches to grip Alfendi's hand so they can get it on.]

Now, let's see which of us will be the true victim of thumbicide!

[lameton]

[alfendi's suddenly very unsure about where to look, and he slowly pries his hand away from ema's, slightly red in the face. he is absolutely not used to holding hands with pretty girls who are talented enough to make their own mike echoes. he needs a moment to collect himself and hide the fact that he's a total shut-in with zero social experience.

after clearing his throat again and rolling up his sleeves, he slaps his palm back against ema's, because being a weird sweaty loser is vastly preferable to being frankensteinered into a body brace. he doesn't give her much warning before he's screaming at the top of his lungs and trying to smother her thumb with his own]

Aaahhhh! Die, fiend! Cowardice like yours makes me sick!

[skyentificmethod]

[what

she

doesn't know what to do with that

but it's a kind of weird that feels almost familiar, and at least her thumb understands that being smothered like Waffle House hash browns is not the way to win this sort of death match and gets into gear, ducking and weaving and putting up a fight. trash talking, pink princessing, we can do this]

Don't think it'll be that easy, blackguard! Scientific justice doesn't just roll over for the likes of you!