ambidex voting #7

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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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[puzzlinglad]

[Thank goodness those rooms were over, that's Hershel's thought process at least. Three out of four went poorly, three, and he was actually good at puzzles! Admittedly only one of those times he had any sort of active part in making it garbage, and even then it was an honest mistake, so basically the morale of the story is puzzle rooms kind of sucked, 0/10, don't do again.

At least in the elevator he had sewed up his pant leg, even if there was still some distinct soot there and maybe he wasn't walking as fast as usual. Puzzle rooms. The very first thing he had to do was double check on the dream team, Jake and Ema. He wasn't even slightly surprised at their results, it was Ema after all, he trusted her. Even the ridiculous nonsense that was their room, she'd totally be a bro.

So yes, seeking them out, maybe a few others. Weirdly one of the places he can be found is standing around Calhoun's shop later. It's weird because he clearly has no coins but seems to be looking for Calhoun? Who would subject themselves to that?? Other than that come join him at Jake and Heiji's stolen corner couch or wherever it ended up. So comfortable, etc.]

Meanwhile, at the stolen couch...

[blind_badass]

Did you make it through your puzzle all right? *Because you can call him Unscathed Snake.*

[puzzlinglad]

[Hershel looks him over because man was the Gallery dangerous. Snake looked alright, so he relaxed.] We... not really, no. [He sighs, scooting over a bit, more room for Snake.]

Snake, how's your hand?

[blind_badass]

It's healing up but it hurts if I try to push it too much. I'm still working on trying to make a fist, but I can't do it yet.

[puzzlinglad]

May I see it? [in the tone of not going to be very offended if Snake says no but still reallllly wants to see the damage for himself.]

[blind_badass]

You'll have to unwrap it. *Because for safety it's still wrapped up and Snake is kind of balls with trying to do anything involving high precision with his left hand, like pinching gauze to unwrap it.*

[puzzlinglad]

Of course- um, if it needs changing I have a little bit of cloth.

[And he puts a hand at Snake's wrist in a silent question of 'may I?']

[fairsfair]

[ Hello Hershel, how is your burned calf that Jake had nothing to do with. Time to approach him when he's looking at Calhoun's shop. ]

You're seriously looking for it?

[ It = Calhoun ]

[puzzlinglad]

[Nothing at all, clearly Hershel was the one to punch Calhoun's screen in rage. He can't control his teenage angst, okay.

He looks over, eyes widening a moment before going more determined as he nodded.] I need to talk to him, about the medical supplies. [He turns fully towards him, glancing down] I'm not sure if Ema will be buying herself them, and you really might need them too, Jake.

[fairsfair]

[ HEY IT WAS MORE THAN TEENAGE ANGST kind of okay he was 15 when mama died but w/e w/e ]

You should worry more about yourself. Nothing like reusing old bandages to do the job.

[ That's what he has his hand wrapped up in right now, which is... already super bloodied but shhhhhhh ]

[puzzlinglad]

[teenage muller angst. you literally exploded something.

and just going to look at that hand before giving Jake an unimpressed sort of look.] I'll be fine, I just need to be careful, you though... Jake, if you aren't careful you may not be able to use your hand properly again. You lost so much blood, you probably need stitches and your chance of infection must be through the roof.

[He starts to sound a little panicked, it's been a rough few days okay, give him a break, before squashing it and trying to just look determined instead. it comes out a little pleading.] You need the supplies, Ema desperately needs them, please, surely you must see that.

[fairsfair]

[ he was talking shit about my dead mama and me, okay, that screen deserved it ]

[ But looking off to the side for that. ]

I'll get the supplies if I really need them that badly. I don't exactly need you to spend all your BP on a few more bandages.

[puzzlinglad]

[anger management, jake. anger management.]

[Hershel just stares at him, trying to keep this determined look thing going.] You won't be able to get supplies for a long time, Jake. We won't be winning BP again for a while probably, and when we do it will still be several rounds.

You need more than a few bandages, you need something for the burns, something to ward off infection or fight it if it happens, you probably need twine for stitching and plenty of clean bandages. You realize that, don't you?

[eeeek]

[By the time Simon finds Hershel, he's got half a fucking trombone taped to his ankle. Well, not really, but yeah he basically does. Heiji and Sasuke helped make a splint for his sprained ankle, and he can already tell what a huge help it is, but. Still. Kinda weird walking around with velvet and brass wrapped around his foot.]

H-Hershel. [His face totally lights up when he sees his buddy - he hasn't really had a chance to talk to him since the whole stabbing incident.]

I-I'm glad you're okay-- it's really-- great that everyone voted... Ally... ah... [And he suddenly looks very, very woozy. He's remembering what he saw the last time they were together. Kuzuryuu. Hershel. Knives. More stab wounds than a normal person should really have at any point in their life.

He wobbles on his feet and faints on top of Hershel. Again. God damn it.]

[puzzlinglad]

Oh, hello Si- [Hershel began, glad to see Simon because considering the last time he did was when he was dragging Simon out of a bathroom, not the best. He had to stop though because what the hell was that.

He stares for a moment.] ... Heiji. [Heiji would steal a trombone, clearly this was Heiji's work. He was going to question this further but then????? suddenly Simon's falling on him and he goes tumbling to the floor too, just like his japanese anime fanfics or whatever. He'd be more flustered about this fanfic if his leg didn't hurt like hell from hitting the ground and jostling the burn on his calf.

It takes him a moment to pull Simon as gently as he can off, brow furrowed.] S-Simon, are you alright? [Just... going to lay Simon down and kneel awkwardly and painfully over him, what the hell did he do??? Splash him with water or something.] Oh dear...

[eeeek]

[Hmm? A few seconds later, Simon's opening his eyes and gazing blearily at Hershel, like the two of them are sexy latino poolboy lovers waking up from an afternoon Sunday nap that they took in the rich housewife's toolshed even though they were supposed to be working. That is exactly what this situation is like.

But then he snaps to his senses and realizes Hershel probably ripped open all his stab wounds. Simon, somehow, landed with his ankle completely unharmed, which is a very lucky coincidence, but Hershel might be bleeding and superdead forever.]

I-I'm-- are you okay?! Hershel!! I'm sorry!! Ahh!! You're-- your stab wouhuhoouuunds... [And he faints again, hitting his head on the floor. This is a fucking disaster]

[puzzlinglad]

[Hershel just leans over him, concern in his eyes like he was about to gently touch Simon's face and whisper no, Simon, stay strong, they were going to get out of this together and see how beautiful the night sky in their hometown was again. Instead though his little beady dot eyes widen, idk how that happens I guess they just get bigger or something, and he scrambles to try and calm him down before-]

Oh, Simon, no, I'm alright, you- [-he faints again. Hershel tries to throw his hand under Simon's head so he wouldn't crack it or something, but probably misses. He stares a moment before sighing and letting his head flop. This. Could be going better.

He pulls off his vest and wads it up to put under Simon's head, a ha yes now he won't hit his head if this happened in an endless loop, prepared for that nonsense.]

[eeeek]

[Okay. Okay. He's good. Simon opens his eyes again, and it's like the world awakens before him. The first thing he sees is Hershel's 10ft radius afro eclipsing the light of the warehouse much like the moon eclipses the sun, and though the planets of their love have clearly aligned, Simon is so dazed from his injuries that he fails to grasp how lucky he is to be in a teenage professor's arms.

His head hurts. This sucks. At least he doesn't have to tie up the trombone again. He takes it easy this time, letting consciousness drift back to him slowly so he won't rush to stand up and pass out again. He just lays there, using a vest for a pillow apparently, and when his vision clears he frowns at Hershel.]

A-Are you okay? [He just asked that, but seriously, Simon's probably used to this, but Hershel likely isn't.] I-I didn't-- I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm really sorry if I hurt you.

[puzzlinglad]

[What a magical evening this has been. Hershel very tentatively puts a hand on Simon's shoulder, as though he's afraid doing so will throw them into an endless time loop of these last five minutes to be lived out until Madoka frees them with god power or whatever the hell happens in Kagepro happens.

When the world doesn't end he relaxes a little, unaware their tragic love timeloop story has passed them by.] No, you didn't it's quite alright. You gave me a right fright, is all.

[He offers as reassuring of a smile as he can.] You look well though- besides the ah... trombone. I assume that's Heiji's handiwork? Are you alright?

[babygangsta]

Up until now, Kuzuryuu actually hadn't enjoyed the comfort of the not-shitty couch. Even so, it was pretty clear that wasn't why he was there as he sat down next to Hershel. He didn't look at him while he spoke or sat.

"So... you did end up getting those medical supplies, right? You'd better have." He didn't agree to ally for nothing last round.

[puzzlinglad]

Enjoy it, this is the future of murdergame comfort. Hershel regarded him as he sat down, offering a smile at the question and lifting his bracelet. It now said 12 BP.

"Mm-hm, we were able to get some for Ema. Surprisingly Calhoun actually gave her useful supplies too." You did good, Kuzuryuu. You did good. "I'm still worried, but this really is the best we can do for her right now. If only someone here was a doctor, that would make things easier."

And a pause. "Thank you again, for allying. If you hadn't I don't really know how this would have gone." Ema would have probably not gotten supplies or been down to three BP or something awful.

[babygangsta]

"That'd be pretty damn helpful, yeah," Kuzuryuu agreed. Alas, there were no doctors or nurses among the list of subjects. "At least some people kind of know first aid. Otherwise, she'd be even worse off." He paused, hunching over and looking down at the ground. "Glad she... at least got the supplies."

He turned his head toward Hershel. "Didn't I already tell you you didn't need to thank me? It's not like I allied because I wanted you to owe me something."

[puzzlinglad]

Hershel smiled, look at you Kuzuryuu, caring about Ema! He saw that, he did. "Jake and Heiji are pretty good at it, at least. You weren't half bad yourself." Unlike Hershel who was completely useless. "Now there's Jake to worry about, of course, but one step at a time."

And he lifted his hands in a 'sorry sorry' sort of gesture. "I know, just- well, it's because of you she was able to get the supplies, I just felt like I owed you a thanks for that at least."

[babygangsta]

"Of course there is," Kuzuryuu replied with an air of exasperation. "And you, too." Yeah, he noticed the way Hershel was walking and coupled with the unideal condition of Ema and that now apparently Jake was also injured, it wasn't hard to put two and two together. "You're a group of complete wrecks." Stop getting hurt in puzzle rooms like an idiot.

"Fine, I get it." Not like he could argue that. Things would have probably been different if he'd betrayed in the first round. "Then... you're welcome."

[puzzlinglad]

How dare you, sir, he's fine. Hershel sighed. "Don't lump me in with them, I have bad luck, not bad life choices." Being their friend was a bad life choice honestly. "Did you know they spent a good ten minutes arguing about whether Jake should buy a shower or not while they were both still bleeding and untreated?" He couldn't sound more exasperated right now.

He smiled, hurray, friendship Kuzuryuu, before leaning back a bit. "And now we have Calhoun's strange 'events' coming up. I wonder what it will be this time."