vivarium | ambidex voting #7

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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[ ............ Jake was going to come over to check on her, but looks like she's having a fun time on the ground, so grabbing her arm (the one that doesn't have an injured shoulder). ]

Jesus Christ, pick a better place to nap on.

[ Concerned? Pshhhh nahhh ]

[nooo my beautiful floor though]

'S fine, called dibs.

...Shouldn't you be... [surely there is an ending to this sentence but it does not seem to be coming from her mouth anytime soon]

Don't see your name on it, though.

[ Not on the beautiful floor anymore because once it seems like... Ema has fallen asleep or something, time to give her a piggyback again, sigh. Hope she likes the couch that Jake stole from the music room, it's a lot comfier than the ground. ]

...?

[she is pretty sure she had something to say about...whatever they'd been talking about before she got distracted, but now she's...piggybacking again?]

...Put me down, you're gonna hurt yourself.

[ Nope, already heading to the corner with the couch. ]

Hardly. Surprisingly, you're not heavy, so stop fussing.

...You are such an ass. You're lucky you're the one down there.

Yeah, lucky me. At least I'm not the one falling asleep on floors.

[ Granted, he knows that she probably fell instead of... well, actually deciding to sleep there, but still. ]

I wasn't asleep! Just...celebrating g, everybody likes g.

Right, well, celebrate on the couch.

[ Finally at the couch and sitting at an angle on one side, so he can let Ema have the other side. ]

[she will sit then, leaning in on the back cushions.]

How's the arm?

[ And Jake will now get comfortable on his side of the couch, just for now so Ema can lie down on it. ]

Fine. Nothing I can't handle, so don't hurt your head fussing.

[ But really, his arm was pretty good compared to his mangled hand, so it's not that bad. He just wouldn't do anything with his right arm/hand anymore, at least until they heal. ]

So my head's stuck hurting from your fussing?

[she frowns in a way that might almost seem concerned]

Should you even be here? Shouldn't you be...treating it?

[with what, she doesn't know, but it seems like there should be...something...doable...to do...?]

[ Small heh because yeah, Jake fussing, that's a funny joke. ]

Already treated. Not like I can wrap it up, after using everything on my hand and side.

[ Since it's not like they had a large supply of bandages. His hand and side are way more important than his arm... Kind of. ]

[pshh talk about hershel junior right in front of her. not that she is much better (though she will surely blame everything on head trauma), and her frown deepens]

Everything everything? Even that totally unfit moldy sheet?

[ um excuse you, that is an insult, to be called hershel jr ]

Everything. Unfit moldy sheet is right here.

[ Pointing at his torso which... probably isn't the best place to put it, considering that it's a place that need stitches, but a hell of a lot better than his hand... ]

[it stands]

Yeah, but there's still all...that...

[she waves vaguely at the leftover raw arm flesh, which can't possibly be comfortable at all, man

and then, after chewing on her lip for a bit, she gets unsteadily to her feet, casting around as if looking for something]

[ your face stands ]

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

Lose something?

[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.

[ He looks over to where it sits. Right, he remembers Ema stealing something like that. He didn't know that she still had some of the sheet left over, though. ]

Aren't you generous. Are you seriously going to give up your remaining blanket?

[ He doesn't get up from the couch as he says that, wondering if Ema will reconsider. ]

Already gave part to Hershel. If you take part then there's still part left. That's science, and also simple math.

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