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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[1st_response_is_anger]

Hey, kid, you okay? *A woman in her late 20s wearing shorts, a black shirt and bright jacket approached.* Did anyone else come with you?

[babel_hacker]

[Hearing a woman's voice snaps him out of his thoughts. In this strange, silent warehouse, hearing another person's voice seems to ring louder than normal to him.]

What...? Uh, yeah, I'm okay. [Her next question, though...] And no, no one came with me. Why?

[1st_response_is_anger]

There's actually a group of us that got here at the same time. So I was wondering if a new group would get dumped here. *After getting over the shock of seeing someone new for a change.*

[babel_hacker]

A group of people... So are you guys all in the same situation? Like... feeling sore and having no idea what's up? [He wants to know.]

[1st_response_is_anger]

Yeah. When we all woke up, we were cut up and bruised. Like we'd been in a fight. *She shrugged.* None of us remember a lot before coming here.

[babel_hacker]

That...doesn't sound good. [In fact, it's not good at all!] But yeah, I don't remember a whole lot before I woke up.

...So how many of you guys are around here? People like us, confused and all.

[1st_response_is_anger]

Well, there's you, me, Ellie, Rio, a guy in fancy clothes, a guy around your age and a total nutjob. That's seven.

[babel_hacker]

Seven of us... [Rio is usually a girl's name, so that makes it... Three girls, and maybe four guys? Unless the nutjob is a girl.] And there's nothing we have in common?

[1st_response_is_anger]

Not that anyone can figure out. It's like we're all being taken at random.

[babel_hacker]

Too bad... If we know, it might give us an idea about "why" behind all of this.