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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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[What, you're out of ideas. Weak.

And Hershel nods.] I'm positive. [He almost adds that Simon's too light to do any damage but you know, that's pretty rude probably.]

Oh, it's just like him to steal everything that isn't nailed down in a puzzle room and then apply it in um... creative ways like this. [He sounds amused.] You were hurt last puzzle room, weren't you? What happened?

[weak? weak like the tentative, nervous fist simon makes as he desperately grips onto hershel's shirt with tears in his eyes?? weak like the almost inaudible quiver in his voice as he finally says "i love you" to hershel, right as the world is crumbling around them and they don't have the time to act on their feelings?? weak like his shallow breathing as the two of them huddle for warmth in the snow created by the Evil Witch, life leaving their bodies as they silently realize that neither a god nor a Good Witch could exist because no righteous, powerful spirit would abandon them here in their hour of need????

or weak like Simon's anxious little nod as he turns away from Hershel and bites his bottom lip?? Honestly, he didn't expect Hershel to actually ask about his injury, which was kind of silly of him, because Hershel is a very caring guy - of course he would. Simon just thought that, you know, with all the stab wounds, Hershel would be more preoccupied with giving himself a once over.]

I-I just... I fell from a big drop and sprained my ankle, a little while ago-- it's okay, it's fine. [It's too embarrassing to say yeah i tripped off a stage because i'm an idiot.]

But-- but more importantly, I saw, um - your clothes, you had to stitch them up. Did you have an accident or something?

[okay fine, point made, metaphor vacation.

That's pretty much the answer Hershel expected to hear. He even hypothesized about it when he and Kuzuryuu saw him walk in with a limp. Truly the greatest detective that ever lived to be able to look at the evidence and say ah yes, Simon probably bumbled off stage and hurt himself because he doesn't need to be high on hallucinogenics to be a danger to himself and others.

Only nice than that because it's Hershel.] I suppose it's just lucky it wasn't broken, I haven't the slightest idea how we'd handle a broken bone here. [Don't even want to think about it.

And he glances at a) his re-sewed up sleeve and b) sewed up pant leg because who knew which he meant at this point. He assumes the leg since haha Simon already saw exactly what made that tear in his arm. Best not to make him faint again.]

Oh, well, yes, our latest puzzle room went... poorly. [Understatement of the century.] I'm fine, I'm more worried about Jake and Ema, they weren't nearly as lucky.

Edited 2014-09-27 08:09 (UTC)

[Yeah, honestly, it's still kind of a surprise to Simon that he's keeping himself alive. Seriously, how hasn't he been Akiko'd yet?? Still, he nods, as best as he can while he's laying on his back like this. If his foot had actually broken, that would have been... a little too much. He'd been lucky it was only a sprain, though he honestly hadn't expected to injure himself at all, falling from the stage the way he did. It just kind of happened. A lucky bonus that came with being an idiot at that particular moment.]

W-What happened to you guys in your puzzle room? Ours was kinda bad, too. Sasuke says he's okay, but I-- I mean, I hurt-- I hurt him, by fainting into him like I fainted into you, and I didn't mean to, but he got hurt and I feel really bad about that. I don't-- I don't want to... imagine... [he's thinking about the stab wounds again. oh jeez. here comes the wooziness. he was going to say "i don't want to imagine how bad it could have been", but nope, looks like he's hit that point at full force.

He drops his head back onto his vest-pillow and sees the room start to spin.]

I-I think-- I think I have a concussion. My head-- a-ahh. I'm gonna throw up.

[A guy is the only person who manages to injure himself completely on accident and suddenly he's potential Akiko 2.0, what a rough, rough life Simon lives. Frankly Hershel was getting more and more concerned for Simon's odds too, but he politely doesn't point out that Simon was probably going to fall over one day, break his nose and drown in a puddle of his own blood.

He also really doesn't think Simon needs to hear about explosions, shrapnel and concussions right now so he tries his best to be vague.] Just a... unexpected trap. [And oh boy, this is probably after Hershel saw Sasuke so that explained the bandage. If it's before then idk, he's just concerned.] Simon, I'm sure Sasuke doesn't hold it against you. Mistakes happen, maybe this is a sign you should try and work on controlling your anxiety. I'm sure there must be a way to do so, meditation or the like.

[Oh, well, he didn't look good, oh boy, concussions everywhere.] Ah- you do look a little pale. Let me see your eyes.

[And with that he leans forward, as if about to claim Simon's first kiss as his own. Truly everything he has ever done has lead to this moment, the time he kneeled over Simon and slowly got closer to his face as Simon lay demurely before him.]

Any time spent with Simon was automatically an awful time, so Kuzuryuu was not in the habit of seeking him out and in fact actively avoided him whenever the opportunity arose. So he was perfectly ready to walk on by this scene of Hershel being the nanny he was and Simon being the accident-prone idiot he was.

That is, until, he saw that this may not have been as chaste as it first seemed. Was Hershel attempting to... steal a kiss? Or more?

"W-what the hell are you doing?!" he yelled, obviously shocked and disturbed by the scandalous scene unfurling before him. "Aren't you still underage? And you're doing this in public!?"

[Kuzuryuu is kind of a jerk and Simon is personally quite terrified of the little ant-sized boy scout, but he's starting to feel really dizzy, and that's way more important than his super legit fear of a tiny child in what is probably a hand-me-down suit. Hershel's words barely seem to register; Simon's just sort of drifting there, looking more and more out of it as time goes on. His head lolls back against the vest, and his eyelids flutter shut. This doesn't look good at all.

He opens them a second later, though, tears starting to sparkle in his eyes. Uh oh. He's gonna cry. It's just - everything's catching up to him, you know? He's gonna die here. His ankle hurts, his head's all fuzzy, he feels sick, he keeps passing out on his friends and getting them hurt... all the stress he'd been trying to swallow down for the past few days seemed to surface all at once, making him look like a super fragile shoujo manga protagonist with giant delicate sparkly eyes. He turns towards Kuzuryuu, and he's scared. He reaches one arm out, rather limply, towards the little douchebag.]

I-It's okay. Don't-- it's okay. Don't tell anyone. H-He's just checking me out, it's okay. We're okay.

[for a concussion. checking him out for a concussion. he's saying "don't tell anyone" because he doesn't want anyone to worry, not because this is some secret sordid love affair that he wants to keep private. simon

oh and by the way he totally doesn't have a concussion. if he feels sick it's only because he's an idiot and hasn't been eating at all since coming here but whatever]

[Hershel, meanwhile, glanced over at Kuzuryuu, completely confused for a moment about what the fuck he was even going on about. Underage? Public?? What the hell does- holy shit.

His eyes widen (??? again a mystery) and he tries not to turn red, fails, and raises a hand.] I-I didn't-

[Wait no now Simon's a shoujo princess and he's really worried about that but wow that's um. those are some words Simon is saying. He should probably be more focused on the fact that Simon is making it sound like he's cheating on his cruel, neglectful husband in the last years of his terminal illness with young stud and emotionally available Hershel Layton. He isn't though because why would he help derail this trainwreck at all.]

Ah, Simon, don't close your eyes, okay? [You have a concussion.]

Heiji had just been about to walk past when he caught sight of Hershel. And Simon. And Kuzuryuu, recoiling dramatically from -- oh.

Oh.

"Hershel, you... you're not really... how do ya know it's real?" God, he knew you had that thing about redheads but

in public

in front of impressionable young gangsters

Edited 2014-09-28 04:20 (UTC)

[SIMON'S PROBABLY DYING OF A SUPER SERIOUS HEADWOUND OF HERE, FRIENDS. He shuts his eyes tight again, recoiling from the light of the warehouse and the noise from the stadium-sized crowd he and Hershel have apparently attracted. He has no idea what the hell Heiji and Kuzuryuu are talking about, but he pulls his eyes open again and blinks up at Hershel. Apparently he's looking kinda sexy if this icon is accurate I guess????]

Y-You want me to keep looking at you? But-- people are watching us, I don't... feel comfortable doing it like this. In front of everyone.

[stop]

Literally everything that everyone was saying was so incriminating. Don't tell anyone? Don't do it in front of everyone?? Don't close your eyes? But mostly -

"H-how do you know if it's real?!" Kuzuryuu shouted, face going red. He didn't know how to deal with this. Someone help him. "Why are you asking that? They shouldn't be doing this at all!"

OH GOD HE'D WANTED TO BELIEVE THE BEST OF YOU, HERSHEL, BUT KUZURYUU JUST CONFIRMED IT, YOU WERE TOTALLY TRYING TO RAVISH SIMON WEREN'T YOU okay maybe not BUT IN ANY CASE THIS WAS A VERY COMPROMISING AND AWKWARD SITUATION. MAYBE HEIJI SHOULD JUST... BACK AWAY?

Heiji held up his hands in front of him. "Hershel, I know ya like re-regular person-next-door types (NICE SAVE), but... this is..."

[Oh my fucking god why. Hershel replays what he said in his head and turns bright candy apple red.] Don't- that's not what I-

[ Heiji why shut up be a bro

He finally just pulls back because oh my god he can't fucking handle this, he's a seventeen year old british kid who's just trying to keep people from dying after they fainted on him and then had an awkward moment where it looked like they wanted to mack right there on the warehouse floor, he didn't ask for this.]

Heiji you- Kuzuryuu it's-

Simon -- floor - concussion! [That was. clear. right.]

The rest of that made like zero sense to Heiji, but at the word 'concussion', Heiji drew in a quick breath, almost as though the word had been a physical thing that struck him from behind. His eyes darted quickly to Simon, then back to Hershel.

Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, thank goodness. He lowered his voice a little. "Sorry," he whispered. "Is he... okay?"

[Simon bangs his head on the floor again when Hershel rushes to get away from him, but. It's fine. Whatever. Jerk. He slowly pushes himself back up into a seated position, but his clothes are all dishevelled and one of his little hair ponytail things has come undone. He really does look like he was just in the middle of making out with a dude that's like ten years younger than him.

He blinks and his vision comes into focus, and he rubs the ache from the back of his neck. He goes through the conversation in his head, too, and then... ohh. Ohhhhh.]

Ahh, I get it. No, no, you guys have the wrong idea. Th-this isn't what you think at all! I just hurt my head, like he said, so he's checking for a concussion... but I think I'm okay. I'm okay, I'm okay...

Besides, I mean, Hershel's taking our relationship really seriously, you know? He's not, like, taking advantage of me, or anything. We're not going to do anything big like that until we're married.

[this is the very first joke he's made since zero kidnapped him and he sounds totally serious]

It took Kuzuryuu several beats to process the new information, but once he did he had never been more grateful that someone had a concussion. A concussion and... that they were going to get married?

"Make... make sure you do wait," he answered, taking this completely seriously because he wasn't even aware Simon could make jokes. He was still obviously frazzled from this experience and was far more awkward sounding than usual. "An-anyway, if he's got a concussion then... you're dealing with it, right?"

He'd already dealt with one idiot with a head injury that day, he didn't need to deal with another, thank you very much.

[Thank you Heiji. Thank you so much. He throws Heiji a grateful look before oh right, feeling bad about Simon's head, shuffing closer again because oh no, sorry dude, didn't mean that, just you know he's a delicate maiden.] Ah, sorry Simon...

[ But yes yes, Simon, keep saying that- wait what-

Wait, Kuzuryuu, what were you-] Wait, wait he's joking! Kuzuryuu- [Were you even a real human being, Kuzuryuu.]

"Well, ain't much we can do, anyway," said Heiji. "I mean, the only treatment we got is rest."

He was just going to

ignore the part about marriage what?

Heiji gave Hershel's shoulder a reassuring pat. "So, if you've got this part covered..." Yeah, maybe the best thing right now was to get out of Hershel's hair. Unless Hershel needed help carrying Simon somewhere, but. Hershel seemed like a nice, strapping lad.....

Don't worry. We'll wait. [Simon gives Kuzuryuu a lazy thumbs up, apparently glossing over Hershel's clarification. His hand is shaking a little, because apparently he's still really scared of this guy, but - he's trying hard to keep the joke going. He's gotta start taking better care of himself in this place, right? That means acting like a normal human being who makes jokes about stupid shenanigans like these and doesn't pass out on people all the time. He's trying. He's, like, stronger than King Kong or whatever it was Heiji told him to say.

Speaking of which, he looks at the Osakan representative detective dude over there.]

I-I'm okay, though. For real. You've already done so much for me, Heiji. You don't have to stick around.

Joking or not, Kuzuryuu honestly didn't care. This situation was hideously embarrassing any way you could look at it and he wanted out. "S-sure, whatever," he answered, though it wasn't clear whether or not he was acknowledging Hershel's insistence that it was a joke or Simon's insistence that they would totally wait.

"Just... don't even think about doing anything like this again. Have a little shame," he continued. And with that he walked the hell away from there, as quickly as possible.

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