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ambidex voting #3

A M B I D E X V O T I N G

After escaping your rooms, talking with others, swiping your Ambidex Room cards, and entering, Calhoun appears on the screen to very briefly explain how the AB Voting works (45 minutes to either choose to Ally or Betray, you gain/lose points depending on what your opponent chooses), but to also introduce this round's prizes.

That's right, this round has a whole new set of prizes! They're a bit different from the last round, so listen carefully!

For anyone who chooses Betray, they will be getting a standard first aid kit and a can of food. Calhoun noticed that some of you managed to hurt themselves in the puzzle rooms, so he highly encourages you to take advantage of this one-time opportunity for free medical supplies!

For anyone who chooses Betray and their opponent chooses Ally, you will get a memory regain instead of a can of food! After all, you'll have access to the cafeteria so it won't really be necessary. ~~Unless your name is Clive Dove.~~

For anyone who chooses Ally, well, if your opponent chooses Ally as well, not only will all of your BP increase, you'll even get a gold star of friendship! Doesn't that sound wonderful?

If you're the poor sap that chose Ally and got stabbed in the back, well, sorry, you only lose BP, but maybe Calhoun will have something for you. He likes all of his test subjects, so he won't forget anyone here.

But anyway, happy voting! Calhoun will see all of you later with the results.

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"Oh, well- yes." Hershel looked a little surprised, he didn't think it was a very impressive a skill. Everyone knew how to sew right that's completely normal. "I'm glad Calhoun gave us the kit at least, otherwise I don't want to think about the state our clothes would all end up in." They'd just be hole filled messes at this rate.

He couldn't help some amusement at the fate of his poor, dead as dead can be neck tie. "Don't worry, I think my tie has run it's course. Honestly I assumed I'd be using it for something, though I never expected we'd end up pincushions, of all things. At least it came in handy, and I can keep the two pieces around just incase."

"Well, if ya say so, but let me still buy you a new one when we get out of here" said Heiji, poking at his food some more with his spoon. He frowned at it, then turned it around with a little flourish. "What do you think?"

It was a crude sculpture of a pony running free across the plains, as rendered in gruel. ...Or was it a giraffe?

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"You really don't need to, I appreciate the thought though." Hershel tried, he had the feeling if they did get out of here Heiji would still be doing this no matter what, he seemed like that kind of person. He might have commented on that but he needed a moment to be blown away by this incredible show of artistic merit that was a giraffe?? A horse?? Maybe a weird looking table with a head??

He's trying really hard not to laugh, alright. "It's um... It's a... horse?" Ok he can't help but laugh a little what a friend. "I'm really, truly alarmed that the food is so congealed that something that artistic is possible. Maybe I was wrong about you, maybe you're a starving art student who ran into trouble with a gun once or twice."

"Hey, it's clearly a zebra," Heiji protested. "See the stripes?"

And indeed, there were... er, bacon bits? Arranged rather haphazardly on the sculpture's body. They could be stripes. Maybe.

In any case, Heiji was just going to go along with the joke. "Yeah, I bet I got held up when they wanted to make off with my latest creation. But a true artist can't just give away inspiration. It's like their life!"

"Ah, I see, and that um... droopy bit is the head?" Calhoun should be proud of this feat of food engineering.

He paused a moment before looking down at his own meal. Playing with his food, how rude and ungentlemanly... still he uses his spoon to mash the meat around a bit. If you squint it may look a bit like a very sickly mouse they may or may not be acquainted with. He placed some crumbs around the eyes- a gas mask- before turning it back for Heiji.

"Not quite your caliber, but I think it looks a bit like the source material." Aka Calhoun's face looks like gross mystery cafeteria meat, screw you Calhoun.

Edited 2014-08-08 03:32 (UTC)

Heiji broke into laughter, pointing helpessly at the sculpture as he did so. "That's great! Looks just like 'im!"

In fact, it seemed he'd been bottling things up a little for the past few days; he laughed so hard that he had to clutch his side. "Ow," he said, dabbing at one eye, "I think I twisted my leg the wrong way a little. Worth it, though."

Heiji's laughter just made Hershel laugh too, stifling it somewhat as he put his hand up to his mouth. Boy, it was nice to relax a little.

"Playing with our food, this really is a new low. Absolutely worth it, though." He shook his head, still smiling as he pushes his masterpiece to the side. "No more food sculptures for now then, they're apparently dangerous to your well-being. I think you're really onto something here though, this is a lot more entertaining than most of the lounge."

"Well, I hate to admit it," said Heiji, "But worryin' about where your next meal is going to come from will get to anyone. Granted, it's not gourmet or anything, but let's work even harder from now on to get everyone out of here!"

Optimism, dammit!

"Absolutely, we've made a big step here." Optimism!! Hershel was feeling a bit more optimistic now, though he still wasn't too happy about the stabbing thing. Or the we'll just be replaced if we die thing. Or the Clive still didn't have food thing. Life's rough.

"What was the next thing we could earn with BP? I think it was medical supplies." Useful.

"Yeah, and after that, the dorms," said Heiji, though personally he was more interested in medical kits in case someone got hurt after that last stunt with the dolls. In fact, if given the chance, he would simply repeat a list of each of the rewards for Hershel. He'd memorized them all because he was a weirdo like that.

"Wonder how much we get charged for supplies, though. These guys don't really seem that generous."

Let no one say you aren't a useful human encyclopedia, Heiji. "I'm looking forward to the dorms, I must say, even if I doubt they'll be much better than the floor." They had to be warmer than the floor at least.

"I've been wondering that as well, at least the medical supplies we have to pay for in BP, yes? Hopefully we won't be having any more injuries." He glanced at his arm with a soft sigh. "And more so I hope you, Jake and I heal without too much trouble. Heiji, promise me if it starts getting bad you'll say something? Somehow I have the feeling you might just try and hide it..."

Busted. "W-well... it ain't like we'd be able to do anything about it even I did speak up. Best case scenario, they'd just end up replacin' me."

He hesitated for a moment. "But I guess it's not real sporting to leave everyone else in the dark, huh? I'll let you know if things start going south. You gotta do the same for me, though."

He knows your kind, Mr. Hattori. Have a somewhat earnest, if not dry, look. "What would you say to me or Light if we just said that to you? I can imagine it'd be something like 'no, we're all going to get out of this together so forget that kind of talk!'"

And he smiled sincerely as he shook his head. "Sounds like a deal. I know there's not much we could do if it got bad but... I don't know, maybe Calhoun would be willing to take an I.O.U. with BP and give us a first aid kit earlier." He frowned. "Now all I need to worry about is Jake not being too stubborn to say something... I hope he's as sturdy and resilient as he keeps acting like he is."

Heiji waved a hand. "Aww, he'll be fine. He might not have any hair, but he's got plenty of bulk to make up for it."

How did muscles make up for hair? Hmm.

"I bet he'd pull something nasty, like 'sure, I'll lend it to ya, but I'll charge you interest -- compounded daily'!" He sighed dramatically. "Wonder what this 'high-quality food' is all about. Considering what normal food turned out to be."

That's some logic there, dude... "Well, I guess I'll just try to keep an eye on him without annoying him too much." He'd probably get punched if he fretted let's be real.

And Hershel sighed. "That sounds exactly like what would happen. At least we'd get something, at least." Hopefully it'd never come to that though. "Maybe meat that isn't gray? I'm still hoping for some tea... that's wishful thinking, though."

He shook his head. "If you could have any meal right now, what would you pick?"

It didn't take long for Heiji to come up with an answer. "Fresh-grilled okonomiyaki with scallions, pork belly, and otafuku on top. And of course ya gotta have some rice on the side to eat it with! Add some tea and it's perfect!"

He was practically making himself drool here, imagining the sizzling of the grill. "What about you, what'd you wish for?"

Hershel blinked, then couldn't help a little amusement. "Ah... Heiji I haven't the slightest clue what okonomiyaki or otafuku are..." He's an uncultured swine ok. "It sounds good just from your enthusiasm, though."

And he considered his own answer for a moment before smiling. "I'm not even sure, anything warm like a nice buttermilk scone and some earl grey... I guess I'd go with something hardy, maybe roast beef and potatoes." ... Now he was hungry, damn. He shook his head, bemused. "Maybe talking about good food was a bad plan."

"Oh yeah. Think of fried batter with all this amazing stuff thrown in and then you top it off with a bunch of sauce. Like you can put seafood or bacon or whatever you want. Trust me, it's great!"

...But he hadn't meant to make Hershel hungry again, oops. "Well... thought that talkin' about good food would be better than talking about bad food, but I can kinda see your point."

Suddenly, he perked up. "Say, can I see your hand a sec?"

"Another famous Osaka dish?" Well, when Heiji put it that way it sure did sound good.

Hershel nodded, looking curious at the question but offering both his hands since he wasn't sure which Heiji was talking about. "Sure, what is it?" He glanced down at them, didn't seem like he got anything on them or anything like that.

Heiji took Hershel's right hand and examined it closely, running his fingertips along his palm and examining each finger in turn. Though he was concentrating very seriously, it was actually kind of ticklish.

"I knew it!" he said triumphantly, brandishing Hershel's own hand at him. "Check this out -- this callus on your index finger. It's from a foil, ain't it?"

Hershel kind of just stared, unsure of what Heiji was doing. Was he reading his palm? Did Heiji like psychic stuff like that? He pondered this surprising new revelation about Heiji until Heiji spoke.

"A foil..." He glanced down at his hand for a moment, eyes widening as it all came together. "Oh! I think you're right, I think I might fence. When you were showing me kendo I had the strangest feeling about it, like it was natural but off."

He looked pretty darn pleased to learn something new about himself that just seemed to click perfectly into place. "Fencing, I wonder why I picked up something like that. Heiji, you're really something else, the way you figured that out. I knew we joke about you being a private eye but I'm really starting to wonder."

Heiji couldn't have looked more pleased himself. "Heheh, well, it takes a swordsman to know one, right? I thought it was kinda funny the way ya held that shovel. Should've realized sooner that you must've had some training! Next time, you can try a couple lunges and I bet you'll be able to tell for sure."

He grinned happily. "Anyway, I bet you picked it up the same reason I picked up kendo! It's real fun, ain't it?"

"Even if I didn't fence I have to say I'm curious about kendo, I'd love to learn. I wonder if we can find something to spar with, I'd love to see how kendo holds up against fencing if you are right." Hershel suggested. believe it or not he could be a competitive shit too, he really wanted to test himself against someone to see how much he could remember. "We'd have to be careful with your leg and my arm, of course."

He seemed pretty pumped, almost excited rather than his usual, mild bullshit. "It's funny in a way, isn't it? We're from two completely different parts of the world and study two completely different sword techniques but it still feels like the strangest coincidence."

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