CALHOUN HOUR - WOULD YOU RATHER

[vivariummods]

The morning of Day 6 starts off with a loud siren. Said siren keeps on going for five long seconds before a terribly scratchy voice comes on. "Uuuuuup and at 'em, test subjects! No sleeping in today, so all of you come on down to the lobby, unless you want to hear some more of siren_001.mp3!" True to Calhoun's word, that terrible alarm will continue to go off until everyone gathers in the newly lit lobby. With all the florescent lights now on and working, it's clearer to see just how dull this warehouse is. Everything is a boring metallic colour, there are plates covering up any windows, and every door remains shut tight (other than the one leading to the Greenhouse). The elevators have gone back to being closed off from entry, and standing tall and right in front of them is Calhoun. Two suspiciously clothed tables stand on either side of him, with objects clearly under those sheets. "Sssssssssssssso! I think it's about time we tried something new around here. I'd like to introduce you to something call 'Calhoun Hour'! I've done a few of these before, so I know how to run a real fun one!" He snickers into his paws for a suspiciously long time, then looks back up. "Today's is called 'Would You Rather'. Yeah, yeah, I know, boring title, but I'm a mouse, not some poetic title maker. Anyway, it's pretty simple. We play a few rounds where I give you two choices and you tell me which one you'd rather do. Here's the catch though: I'm pairing you all up, asides from this one comatose test subject, and you're going to give me your decision together as a pair. So, I'll get three votes in total. I'll tally them up and see which is the most popular choice. The teams who didn't choose that choice will now be forced to do it!" He puts up a paw and waves his entire arm back and forth, as if cutting the air. He stops for a few seconds though, mid-wave, then resumes right away. "No ifs, no buts, no ums, you gotta do it! Think I won't keep you all here until you get it done? Because I will, but don't think about trying to cheat the game by all agreeing to the same thing so there are no losing parties. I better see a losing party, all right?" Calhoun then lowers his arm then walks over to a table put his paws underneath the cloth (tippy-toeing to reach...) and pulls out a few sheets of paper. He walks around to hand them out, sometimes missing and just tossing the sheets into midair, but paying it no mind. "This will tell you who you're paired up with and your first round, so get to it! You got ten minutes to decide!"

Comments

[babel_hacker]

Hey, I do have one and what does my hat have anything to do with this?!

[RUDE. But it does give him an idea on how to handle it, since there's no solid restrictions.]

[formicarium]

I say your hat has everything to do with anything! I mean, c'mon, it looks like you've put a bowl on your head. Even I wouldn't force such a terrible thing upon my worst enemies!

[ Though this is coming from a robotic mouse wearing nothing but a gas mask soooo his sense of fashion may not be trusted. ]

[babel_hacker]

You're a talking mouse with a gasmask, why do you care about... about normal people's fashion sense?

[Why are they even talking about this? Oh yeah, this mouse.]

[formicarium]

Hey, my gas mask is very fashionable, thank you very much! And I care because you're all my test subjects. I can't be seen with a bunch of humans who looked like they dressed themselves in the dark. What would the others even say about me? I'm not going to have that mean subject Regina talking behind my back anymore, no siree!

[ Are there even any other mice like Calhoun? Probably not. ]

[babel_hacker]

[He's quietly taking notes of some of those words. Others? Regina? A fashionable mouse?

Well, maybe the last one isn't that useful.]

Well, if you care so much about our clothes, why don't you give us spare clothes to change into? Like, this is all we have right now, so we'll stay "unfashionable" like this for who knows how long!

[formicarium]

[ Honestly, you shouldn't always trust what Calhoun has to say... He's a lying scumbag. ]

I see what you're trying to do here, and that's not going to work. I'm not just going to give you new clothes for free, no matter how ugly you look. I gotta get something in return.

[babel_hacker]

[Damn. So much for that. It's something he thought of in the heat of the moment, but he realised they might need a change of clothes after a while.]

In return? Like what?

[formicarium]

[ Just at that question, Calhoun starts to snicker into his paws. ]

Oh? Are you starting to consider doing something for me, test subject?

[babel_hacker]

[He looks a bit... uncertain. For one thing, while it might be helpful... who knows what this mouse might tell him to do.]

...No?

[formicarium]

Oh c'mon, don't be such a wet towel. It'd be fun! You do something for me, I do something for you. What's not to like?

[babel_hacker]

That's because you didn't exactly show you're a trustworthy person. How can I trust you?

[formicarium]

I'm a mouse of my word, test subject.

I haven't lied to you since you got here and besides, if I broke my end of the deal, I'd never get one of you to do something for me again!

[babel_hacker]

That's obvious.

[Duh.]

...But I won't take up on your offer, anyway.