CALHOUN HOUR - REINTRODUCTION

[vivariummods]

Back on the morning of Day 90, the original group has been given access to a new location, The Library, only after seeing this note: library is open go use it or whatever don't trash it or else!!!!! (♯｀∧´) i got my eye on you!!! brb later ~ ᘛᕐᐷ An Ambidex Round was planned for this day, but instead, Calhoun was nowhere to be seen. He completely disappeared and left the test subjects to do whatever they pleased. It's not until the early afternoon that his lovely voice rings throughout the speakers: "Ahem, aaaaahem!! Okay, so! I'm sure that you illiterate bunch have seen my note on the floor earlier today, which tells you to all go to the library. If you're not there already, then get in there, because I'm going to tell you about a seeeeecret ennnnntranceeee, ohhhhhhh." There's a few more seconds of 'ohhh's and 'ahhhh's before Calhoun moves on. "Normally, I'd have you play Moonlight Sonata on the piano to open up the hidden doorway, but that's too much work, so just get over to the furthest bookshelf in the back and give it a biiiiig pull. I've unlocked it for you already, so it'll just swing right open like a door! Go through it and I'll see you losers soon." The intercom goes silent, but true to his word, should someone pull back the extremely heavy bookcase, a long and dark hallway is presented to them. It certainly hasn't seen much use, as evidenced by the dust and cobwebs, but once everyone reaches the end of the hall, an identical first floor lobby greets them. Every single window bolted shut, and only florescent lights illuminate the room. The security cameras line up in the exact same locations, a row of Ambidex Rooms lined up against the wall, and there's even an identical Number 9 door. It's an exact replica, asides from a "few" details... A large blinking sign hangs up high on the centre of the back wall. It reads "CALHOUN'S PLEASURE PARADISE" and features a large photo of Calhoun with a large wad of flaming cash in one hand, which he holds underneath a cigar super glued to his gas mask. It's unique, to say the least, and there are rows and rows of slot machines line up in the centre. Tables with games such as blackjack and poker take up the sides, and there's even a pool table nearby. One end has a small mini-bar, with all the crab legs you can eat, and loud music blares throughout the entire room. Unfortunately(?), a good number of the machines and tables are being run by your favourite robotic friends, complete with damaged synthetic skin. They don't answer or seem responsive, other than playing on the slots or dishing out cards, and they each have a cigar or two stuck in their mouths, which Calhoun must have shoved in there. Speaking of the rodent, Calhoun sits at a large table with a deck of cards, dressed in a long white dress shirt and a red vest. The cigar glued to his mask, as shown in the sign, still remains, and he adjusts his bow tie at the sight of everyone. "Happy anniversary, test subjects! What's a better way to celebrate this disgustingly heart crushing moment but to go all out with a taste of Las Vegas!" He shouts, but then places a paw to his chin. "Or was it Los Plagas... It was Las or Los something. It's way too hard to keep track of the million places." He looks back up and waves it off. "Whatever, anyway! Go ahead and gamble, drink to your heart's content, I don't care, just do something useful while you're here, all right? And because I know that some of you don't have any coins because you're bad with money management or just really dumb or something, and also because I'm such a kind mouse, I left you all a little baggie gift at the bar." "I better see you gambling those off though! What fun would it be if you don't try to test your luck?"

Comments

[fairsfair]

What, getting tired of gruel and canned food already?

[ He doesn't grab one when she offers. He just watches her instead. ]

And pass. Gonna watch a bit and see if anyone passes out from eating these things first before I even try one.

[skyentificmethod]

You could smell it, at least! Going up to girls at bars and just letting them pass out will get you a reputation, after all.

[fairsfair]

Not like I need to keep a good image in this dump, but hey, just making sure that you don't pass out and accidentally get quarantined.

[ He's actually trying to be the good guy here. ]

[skyentificmethod]

I should be so lucky. I'm sure I'd stay awake for all the nose-puking glory. Just see if it smells like poison, okay? That sounds like something that should be part of your skill set.

[waggling a crab leg in front of his face, mmm the aroma is enticing(?)]

[fairsfair]

[ Ew, gross, Jake just leans backwards and uses a hand to try and push her arm away. He makes a small face like he doesn't want that crab leg up his nostril. Noooo thank you. ]

And what's wrong with your nose?

[skyentificmethod]

[well she wasn't trying to be an ass about it until he tries pushing her away, then she gets a second to poke at him, less to actually hit him or anything and more to just be irritating]

It's fair division of labor! I focus on post-murder. That means anything pre-murder is all you.

[fairsfair]

[ UGH YOU ARE THE WORST he's going to respond to this by now just putting a hand on the top of her head to just kind of lean her away from him. Her arms probably can't reach him now... probably. ]

Hey, you're the one who wants to eat them. I didn't agree to any of this "labour".

[skyentificmethod]

If they aren't poisoned, why wouldn't you want to eat them too!

--Ugh, let go of me, who knows where your grimy hands have been!

[fine, you've done it now, she tosses a crab leg at his face then, that's what you get and what you deserve]

[fairsfair]

[ He was going to say something about how her hands are probably not any better or that he said he'll only eat them after watching whether or not someone passes out, but the flying crab leg is more important. He immediately ducks, but as a result, he kind of just... pushes her down with him. Not that he's pushing her down a lot, but his hand is heavy and it's probably more than he means. Sorry pal. ]

[skyentificmethod]

[half-disappointed he didn't catch it tbh... anyway, she is successfully manhandled, though still armed. she whips the other leg at him (all that snackoo training paying off) so she can try and get free of his hamlike grip]

[fairsfair]

[ Okay, that one hits him because he realizes that he cannot dodge it without probably falling off his stool so he just... accepts his fate. His fate of having a crab leg tossed at his forehead and having to let go of Ema's tiny head. ]

Are you four?

[skyentificmethod]

Are you three? That's about the age we learn to look with our eyes, not our hands, right?

[fairsfair]

Sorry, but I haven't reached that lesson yet. I just finished learning that I shouldn't throw food at people, something you should revisit.

[skyentificmethod]

Tell me you weren't asking for it.

[fairsfair]

You know you're the one who started it, trying to shove it in my face.

[skyentificmethod]

And you're the one who continued it, trying to shove my face. Cause and effect, you need to take a good think about it.

[fairsfair]

Wouldn't have continued it if you didn't start it.

But fine, crab legs are out. Don't suppose you're going to start fussing about the drinks too?

[skyentificmethod]

Tsk, you need to look at it more scientifically. Alcohol kills germs.

[...after a moment's thought, she pours a glass of moonshine and sticks a few crablegs inside, like the world's least tryingest bloody mary]