vivarium | CALHOUN HOUR

Yet another day, yet another Calhoun Hour where characters find themselves waking up in a new and unfamiliar area. The first thing characters will notice that it's dusty and dark. With almost no lighting whatsoever, characters will be unable to see anything in front of them. Are they with someone else or did they wake up alone? That's something they will have to figure out after Calhoun's announcement.

"Ahem, ahem. Testing, one two three, testing. Well, gooooood evening, test subjects! Yes, you have really been knocked out for that long, but it only fits the mood of today's game."

He snickers then continues.

"How many of you like the horror genre? I bet half of you do, but I hate it! Cheap and cheesy effects with lame jump scares, and what is this, The Human Centipede? "100% medically accurate"? Just ugh, that's not even horror. That's just an insult to science and medicine."

"Anyway, I thought I'd put my own twist to trying out this horror business, so welcome to my little haunted school! Now, all of you should find yourselves a nice little camera and pocket flashlight. I want you all to do me a little favour and take a nice photo of at least five different of my best friends down there. I'm not asking for breathtaking photos, but at least put some effort into it, test subjects. Do that and, you know what, I'm feeling generous, I'll give you whatever you want in the shop and I guess a memory or something, whatever, we'll talk later, test subjects!"

And with that, it goes silent...

BASIC INFO ✖ BEGIN THE HUNT ✖ POST-EVENT MINGLE ✖ TURN-IN

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I don't blame you...

[not that she expects the water or soap to be all that clean either. she idly tracks him as he walks over in the dim room (since it's not like shining a light is going to help him any), squinting when the reflection in the mirror moves at a slightly different cadence...]

Snake--hold on--

[she whips out her flashlight just in time to catch sight of the claws reaching out for him from the mirror--]

What? What is it? *An icy hand gripped his arm and yanked him toward the mirror. Oh glorious. Just another annoyance in a haunted house full of them. Snake reached for his camera with his free hand and took a picture, trying to stun the...whatever it was with the flash.*

[The monster cries out, not particularly loud in decibels, but harsh in a way that rattles the roots of your teeth. It recoils slowly, not letting go but not pulling any further, either. However, rather than just stand there, Ema runs up to grab Snake's other arm, attempting to haul him back the other direction before the monster recovers.]

Come on, let go!

Ema, please don't treat me like a wishbone. *At least she grabbed his upper left arm. With her pulling and Snake digging his feet, the reflection monster lost its grip.*

*Unfortunately, this meant the pair of them were subject to momentum, which propelled them backward.*

Next time I'll just let you get sucked in--!

[but then they're stumbling back in the most Newtonian of manners, past the half-broken door of the bathroom stall and into the gross, leaky toilet bowl

a moment later, the broken door snaps shut with a harsh clang]

*Snake brushed off his clothes, needing a shower more than ever. It felt so DIRTY in this bathroom.* Oh dear. I hope it's not locked. Can we climb over it?

[the only response at first is a full-body shudder, never has one person been more happy at how little can be seen in here since this is a tiny stall and they are wayyy too close to this grimy toilet than anyone who isn't Mr. Clean should be. Ema takes a deep breath, regrets it (that smell...), then squints closer at the dark shadows.]

I don't know, it's pretty high up, which means it'd be a big jump down. Going under would be hard, too.

[in addition to the floor being simply filthy, there wasn't that much room for maneuvering with both of them packed into the already small stall.

at this point, an ominous burble comes from the toilet, then another. a beat later, the toilet begins to bubble up and over, thick, dark liquid spilling over their shoes]

*Snake tilted his head toward the noisy bathroom fixture and tapped a finger against his leg. He sighs.*

I probably don't really want to know what's coming out of there do I? Can we try forcing our way out or letting you climb on my shoulders so you can unlock the stall?

You probably don't. And the door seems jammed pretty tight...

[at the very least, it smells more coppery than poopy, not that that is much more pleasant of a prospect. Ema shoves against the door to no avail, while as if in response, the amount of liquid flowing from the toilet begins to bubble and shoot higher, like a really unfortunate water feature]

Agh-- It won't budge, let me climb up.

I'm going to need to boil my jacket, I just know it. *Snake winced and touched the walls in order to brace himself and be steady enough for Ema to climb up.*

Or just jump into a shower with my clothes on.

Burning everything we own sounds like a good plan...

[with Snake's boost, she hefts herself up to the small opening and wriggles through, carefully attempting to get through without falling. But instead there's a quick yank at her hair, and with a yelp and a blunt splash, she's fallen to the floor.

at the same time, there's the splatter of water on flesh, as a pale hand creeps from beneath the stall towards Snake's ankle...]

Ema? Are you all...gah! *Snake started at the touch on his ankle, unsure of where it was actually coming from in the confusion. It wasn't...coming from the toilet, was it?*

CALHOUN HOUR - HUNTERS

a thread flush with photo ops

I see what you did there

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