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EVERYONE'S TRUTH - BEGINNING
Since the second group's first Calhoun Hour, the mouse in question hasn't appeared in the warehouse for longer than 30 minutes at a time. He only arrives during the early mornings to tape a random fruit of the day (apples, oranges, and pears so far) before scurrying off with his wagon. He refuses to provide any sort of medical relief for any of the test subjects, and does nothing more but providing the bare minimum to survive. So, when Day 9 rolls around, three days since that faithful finger breaking/eye blinding experience, it's no different; Calhoun comes in, tapes up some bananas, then promptly leaves afterwards, all without a word. An hour after he leaves, though... The screen in the Greenhouse, up against the wall besides the entrance, finally comes to life for the first time. It flickers on and on, flashing brightly. At first, there's nothing but static. Soon enough, though, it stays a consistent green tint. A blinking cursor hovers at the bottom and stays there for a few seconds, before it begins to type. COME TO THE LOBBY AND GO THROUGH THE NEWLY OPENED DOOR I WILL MEET YOU THERE....... And it ends there... |
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I was just wondering... what exactly do all these valves do? I understand why we had to shut off the power, but... I'm a little confused why we're here.
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Think of your captors. Their attention cannot be equally split among all their troubles. If we were to add more problems than they can handle, then that would ensure our victory.
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[She looks deeply thoughtful about this! Like she definitely needs to figure out what he means and isn't just buying time!! There is definitely some hmmm-ing going on here, as well as some head tilting back and forth.]
...Oh! So this is like a, um... 'cover' for our escape?
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But... the more time we spend here, the higher the chances of them sending something after us, right? Just what kinds of things would those be...?
[Her hands curl nervously by her stomach.]
A-are they scary things...?
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