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ambidex voting #7
![]() 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. |
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We're an investment, even if they're willing to sacrifice us, that's what we are to them. There's no gain in letting us go that I can see, it'd only be dangerous for them. [He's quiet for another moment before putting a hand on Ema's arm gently.] Your health is more important than BP, or any of this. If you and I split the cost we could get you the supplies without losing access to the cafeteria. I was hoping to convince Jake to accept some supplies, honestly, but at this point I doubt he'd take anything I gave him and spent BP on.
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--I don't need your charity, Hershel, this isn't your problem.
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It's just...some number of days. You're going to need them for later, you know you will, don't waste them.
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[she turns away, shifts awkwardly a few times.]
...I just want you to----be smart, not nice.
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I know I must come off as naive but I do think about what I'm doing. If we both gave seven or eight BP we'd be down to eleven and ten respectively. It's a loss, of course, but it's not below nine and frankly my only concern would be leaving Jake without someone to get medical supplies for him should his injuries get worse.
... I don't want to make this about owing you, though I really do. You really are my friend, Ema, losing you to some... some infection or illness, that's- [he glances down] Maybe I'm just selfish and don't want to have to rib that prat Jake alone, or stop hearing about ridiculous things like prison wine or new and steadily more ridiculous ways I should change my fashion sense.
[he never shuts up. he glances up to her almost nervously.] Just once, accept my help here?
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look at this, this disease known as feelings, hershel this is all your fault]
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He hesitantly puts a hand on her arm and says nothing, because either way he's pretty much said what he's needed to say, besides maybe some 'you're getting these supplies even if i have to spend 15 bp and shove them at you,' which was really very last resort pushy rude so avoiding that, no need to be a jerk about it. So yes, take your time with those feelings, Ema, there's no escape.]
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nevertheless, she takes his hand and clutches it tightly, not letting him escape, not yet.]
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He debates saying something, because maybe he should, but he's not really sure that'd help all that much. In a way he wants to say it'll be alright but even he's not that gd naive, shit sucked and it was only going to suck harder.]
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S-sorry...sorry. E-erratic emotions're--normal, in these cases...
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His tone is soft and just a touch wry when he speaks.] It's the concussion, of course. Makes it very hard to think clearly, from what I understand.
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...You being illogical makes it hard to think clearly.
[she follows up with something else, but it is murmured too low to hear]
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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?
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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So, what's involved in this medical supply racket you've got going?
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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?
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...Anyway, what'll that get me?
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[ 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?
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