ambidex voting #7

[vivariummods]

A M B I D E X  V O T I N G Chop chop, everyone downstairs to the first floor! You're all done the puzzle rooms, so you know what to do. Well, most of you, but it's pretty basic, just enter any Ambidex Room you like (they're not elevators, you ignorant test subjects) then vote! How does voting work? Very simple! Pick Ally or Betray, and that's it! But with every round, there's always some prizes, depending on what you vote, so here's this rounds: For anyone who chooses Ally, well, if your opponent chooses Ally as well, then 2BP for each of you. You get all that friendship, blah blah, whatever. For anyone who chooses Betray, and gets a Betray in return, your BP doesn't change at all, but you do get two cans of food and 15 coins for each person, what, you have a problem with it being the same as last time? We're busy over here, quit your bellyaching. Now, the best part: for anyone who chooses Betray and their opponent chooses Ally, Calhoun will be very generous with his prizes, again! You'll get two cans of food and a memory! We're switching it up a bit. Also, as usual, those who pick Betray get 3BP instead of just 2. But if you're the poor sap that chose Ally and got stabbed in the back, well, sorry, you lose 2 BP. At least you got stabbed for the greater good, right? And plus, you might get a little something. He'll talk to you later about it. But anyway, happy voting! Calhoun will see all of you later with the results. BASIC INFO ✖ VOTES + FORMS ✖ RESULTS + REACTIONS

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[cursedchosen]

[Jeez, what was up with this kid, anyway? He had definitely done something.]

Y'know, I don't know how. But, you seemed pretty glad to see me in that coma, and the timing's just a little too perfect, don't you think?

[Zelos was calm, and collected, and definitely not about to punch the brat's face in.]

[vengefulyears]

[He shrugs.]

Yes, I'll admit that the timing was perfect, but that hardly means I'm guilty of anything. You don't even have a potential method in mind, let alone actual proof. Why don't you do some research before you go around throwing baseless accusations?

[Clive gets up from his seat now so he can go get another tray of delicious gruel.]

[fairsfair]

And "friends" make sure that other "friends" don't do anything pointless.

[ He never... really realized that yeah, they're friends... He guesses that they are, after everything, but he just didn't connect it together so shhh, here's a half shrug. ]

And sure, if it got bad enough, which it isn't right now.

[cursedchosen]

Hey, we're not done talking.

[Zelos reaches out a hand to try and grab Clive's jacket before he can get away. He wasn't getting off that easily. His free hand is balled into a fist at his side.]

And you seem pretty cocky for somebody who didn't do anything. The accusations aren't baseless, and you know it, so why don't you just come clean, you little brat.

[Zelos hated to admit it, but Clive was right; he didn't have any proof or method in mind, so the accusations did seem baseless, but fuck that. As far as Zelos was concerned, the little asshole's smug smile was proof enough.]

[puzzlinglad]

[well good, one worry off the list, less repression, more completely stubborn forever about feelings

he tsks] Well, sometimes being a little illogical is best, don't you think?

[Didn't hear that though, surely he just didn't catch it and ema isn't saying something she doesn't want him to hear???] Did you say something?

[puzzlinglad]

[Honestly Hershel's a little surprised Jake didn't immediately say they weren't friends, he thought he'd need to fight that point too. He recovers with a soft sigh, trying not to sound exhausted because man you and Ema.]

It isn't pointless. Your health isn't pointless. [Have an imploring look.] Jake, please, look me in the eye and tell me you don't need these medical supplies.

[fairsfair]

[ your face stands ]

[ And just watching her curiously and hoping that she doesn't decide to say hello the floor again. ]

Lose something?

[skyentificmethod]

[she huffs in return, not serious, though]

Only when it's logical to do so.

[and then she shakes her head and straightens a bit, not exactly ignoring his question, but-- well either way, doing a better job of drying her face]

Anyway... Anyway, should get this over with, right?

[skyentificmethod]

[it takes her longer than she'd like to come up with an answer, staying on target is hard, but]

The piano blanket. There's still some left. With the recorder.

[indeed, never one not to jump on a good idea, she left the part of the piano blanket from the music room she didn't donate to Hershel stuffed into the instrument case she'd nabbed, along with other heavy/bulky things. It sits neatly in the opposite corner of the room; apparently too boring-looking to steal.]

...If you go get it, don't have to have scrapple arm on the couch.

[puzzlinglad]

Like now. [Bam. He nods, the british part of him wants to offer her a handkerchief but all he had was scraps of moldy sheet and he's pretty sure she'd punt him into next year if he gave her that.

He stands a bit stiffly before offering her a hand and a small smile, reassuring and what not.] The sooner the better, I'd say. Last I saw Calhoun he was by his shop, he'll probably be over there again.

[vengefulyears]

[Clive takes note of that fist by Zelos's side, completely prepared for it to come flying at him any moment now, honestly. He's obviously not giving in, though; he even has the audacity to laugh at Zelos's response.]

I'm "cocky" because your accusations are so absurd that I can't even take them seriously! Do you even hear yourself? Me, put you into a coma? I've never heard anything more outrageous in my life. If this is the best case you can make, then I see no point in continuing this conversation any further.

[Trying to yank that hand off his jacket now so he can step away.]

[skyentificmethod]

[no moldy sheet, honestly the only reason she let Jake be wrapped up in it was because he blew them up and deserved punishment but she'll still feel bad if he catches mold from this.

Anyway, Ema takes his hand to get to her feet; her return expression is less than reassuring but--well, she promised, more or less. So heading to Calhoun is a thing that is going to happen. Ugh]

Okay. ...Okay, let's go.

[puzzlinglad]

[He'll deserve it for not agreeing to the damn shower. And also I guess getting them into this situation to begin with.

He's going to keep an hand on her arm, support, mostly physical since he's kind of afraid she's going to just keel over and sleep on the floor but also emotional and what not, multipurpose and all that. When they reach Calhoun's shop he resists a soft sigh and calls out.]

Calhoun? We're here about the supplies.

[formicarium]

[ And summoned from the depths of hell itself is Calhoun. ]

Hellooooo- wow, Pseudoscience Test Subject, I gotta say, the half dead complexion really works for you!

[ He shakes a paw. ] Alright, enough pleasantries, you finally ready to make a deal?

[skyentificmethod]

[so the one and only bonus of slow concussion reaction time is that by the time she thinks to get angry and snap a reply, the timing for it is past, so maybe she can get out of this without being drugged. Either way, she does her best to look disaffected and totally fine gosh.]

So, what's involved in this medical supply racket you've got going?

[formicarium]

[ This will be a new record time for their conversations not ending in drugging, then. ]

It's pretty simple, even you could get it! All I need is 15 BP and the name of who's getting the supplies and there you are! I'll even let you see the supplies for yourself beforehand, being the handsome and generous mouse that I am.

Well, you test subjects have a name? Can I guess?

[puzzlinglad]

It's for Ema. [not playing along with that friend.] We want to split out BP to get them for her, seven and eight.

[skyentificmethod]

...

...Anyway, what'll that get me?

[cursedchosen]

[And, that was it. No more mister nice guy. As soon as Clive wriggled free from Zelos' grip, the redhead responded by throwing a punch aimed directly towards his face.]

[He'd been holding back earlier, because punching Clive out of nowhere wasn't going to earn him points with anyone, especially since everyone else would probably see the attack as unprovoked.]

[But fuck this kid, it had been one thing if he'd managed to put Zelos in the coma and then owned up to it; still really shitty, yeah, but not rage-inducing. However, not only was the kid trying to cover it up, he was acting like a cocky asshat on top of everything else. What kind of psycho did that?]

[God, did throwing the punch make him feel better, though.]

Y'know, I don't think I need to make my case any further. You had the motive and the opportunity; hell, for all I know, you could've cut a deal with Calhoun for some tranquilizer.

[formicarium]

Sure thing, British Test Subject, you know how much I love all this nauseating teamwork.

[ He scampers away, returning in a couple of minutes dragging what looked like a plastic case with him. He leaves it at their feet with a little huff, inside are a variety of things Ema would probably need- bandages, gauze, disinfectant, maybe twine for some proper stitching if that was still a thing that needed to happen, painkillers, antibiotics. Feel free to assume if she clearly needed it given her condition, it's there.

There's also pointedly only enough to comfortably treat a single person properly for a while, Zero was either stingy or didn't want people sharing and caring too much. ]

Well? All you need to do is tell me who's giving seven and who's giving eight, shake my paw, and we're alllllll happy.

[ He holds out his paw pretty pointedly to Ema, very much amused by all of this. ] Do we have a deal?

[skyentificmethod]

...Fine.

[she leaves his paw hanging, not least because she can't help but want to punch that smug smirk off his stupid mask]

I'll give nine, he'll give six. Perfect square deal.

[puzzlinglad]

[he glances over at that, frowning because come on nerd but. fine okay honestly he wasn't going to push this when he was nervous she might just change her mind completely and hobble off into the sunset.

so with a small sigh he nods to Calhoun.] Six it is then.

[formicarium]

[ Do it and end another conversation with drugging. ]

[ Calhoun shrugs. ] Suit yourself!

And viola! [ Both their bracelets will reflect the change, 9 points now for Ema, 12 for Hershel. He kicks the box towards them and turns away, snickering. ]

Nice doing business with you, try not to use it all in one sitting, hmmm?

[skyentificmethod]

[...stares

what if throwing knives

what if she lives the dream, save on painkillers, too

...but then Hershel would probably feel obligated to drag her back and he'd already been limping around enough, ugh, life sucks when you have to not make bad decisions due to others neglecting to be shits

so instead she just grabs the box and is the bigger man for once and walks (well, kinda staggers, stupid inner ear ruining my cool guy not looking at explosion) away]

[puzzlinglad]

[frankly hershel was hovering there like he really expected ema to try and roundhouse kick calhoun's face and get drugged for it. proud of you ema, you made a good life decision!! you're learning kind of

and just to ruin her cool guy not looking at explosions a nervous british kid follows after her, staying close by again incase she needed support. or fell. both.]

I wonder where we'd even start with all that, maybe Jake would know more about this sort of first aid. [he sure as hell doesn't. still going to try and help, though.]