one new mouse

[vivariummods]

It's been two days since the vote. Since then, there has been little activity. The speakers have never been turned on since that day, and there's been no sign of the owner of that voice. No further contact has been made, and it seems as if the group was abandoned again without a clue as to why they're here. ... Unless any members of the group are lucky enough to wake up early enough to catch a glimpse of something, uh, "new"... In the Greenhouse, while the artificial sky is a reddish colour from "sunrise", a large metal ladder is placed in front of the sickly trees. Beside the ladder is a children's wagon, filled with apples, and on top is an upright mouse with a gas mask... Yeah, as if this place couldn't get any weirder. The mouse quietly mumbles to itself, something along the lines of "... work... not paid... test subjects... spoiled", and holds an apple in one paw and a tape gun in the other. It appears to be taping the apples to the tree branches, one at a time, occasionally climbing down to grab an armful of apples to bring up. It's only a third way through the pile of apples (which only seems to be about a dozen...) so catch it while you can.

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[formicarium]

Hey! Put that down! I haven't finished taping those up yet!

[ Calhoun points to the apple in Maria's hand then back at the wagon. Huff huff, what a rude test subject. It looks like he's not going to even acknowledge Maria's last few comments about the "stupid experiment" and all. He's way too focused on the apple. ]

[1st_response_is_anger]

So I have to let you tape it up before I can eat it? *Seemed kind of pointless. Maria felt tempted enough to take a big juicy bite of the apple and say "deal with it." However, given that she'd recently been kidnapped, subject to a fight and a murder vote and couldn't quite remember all of her past, it might be the rare chance to use discretion in her actions. For her, anyway. So she placed the apple back in the wagon.*

Fine. *It's not like the apples were going anywhere. Also, she knew she should be more...wary?...amazed?...at the talking mouse. Somehow being kidnapped with a loss of identity was helping her cope more with whatever was going on.* What's your name, mouse?

[formicarium]

Of course you let me tape it up first! Otherwise I would have done half of this work for nothing.

[ And he really wants to see everyone struggle to get the apples off the trees, like how hilarious would that be? ]

And Calhoun's the name! But if you want to call me Sir, Master, Your Honour, and such on, I wouldn't be opposed to it!

[1st_response_is_anger]

*Your sense of humor is probably as wonky as Hisoka.* All right...Mr. Mouse. I don't suppose you have any idea where we are, do you?

[formicarium]

Mr. Mouse, huh? I like the ring of that!

[ He sets down his apple and tape gun on the ladder then jumps off. Now that he's actually at ground level, it'd be clear to see that he's... insanely short, like 3'2" short. Well, what else would you expect from a mouse. ]

Anyway, you're in a warehouse, but more specifically, a greenhouse. If you want to know more, we're on the planet Earth in the Milky Galaxy, but after that, who knows. It's pretty big out there.

[1st_response_is_anger]

Oh, nice that's it narrowed down that much. *But geez, he's tiny up close.*

[formicarium]

You've asked, test subject!

Besides, what do you want me to say? To spit out all the answers and reveal my secrets? No way José!

[1st_response_is_anger]

Somehow, I doubt you'd tell me everything.

*Well, she supposed she should keep the mouse talking. Because why wouldn't you?* So what do you here, Mr. Mouse? Besides tape apples to trees?

[formicarium]

Ehh, you know, the usual stuff a mouse's gotta do: watch over spoiled test subjects, make sure said test subjects don't get into any major troubles, and keep them from dying.

[ He then lets out a huff and shakes his head. ]

But you bunch already messed up and got one killed! I mean, c'mon, test subjects aren't easy to find! At least it wasn't so messy to clean up after but sheeeeesh, you guys aren't making my job any easier.

[1st_response_is_anger]

*Who was that girl that had died already? Who had been truly responsible? And...wait.*

It wasn't so messy to clean up? Have you cleaned up someone dying that was messy? *Except...there was no one else here but whoever was here now and the dead girl. Was she missing something?*

[formicarium]

My lips are sealed!

[ He motions a paw "zipping" up one side of his gas mask to the other, and then he flicks away the invisible key. ]