after vivarium

[fairsfair]

after vivarium!

It may have been weeks, months, or even years, but finally, everyone makes it out of the warehouse just fine. The authorities have broken in and let everyone out, or maybe the characters managed to escape on their own. Either way, Zero and Calhoun vanish without a trace and they still haven't been caught to this day. It's infuriating, but the important part is that they're now free. What exactly entrails after that ending though? How to Play: ✖ Make a top-level comment, either blank or filled with some info/prose. ✖ Tag others, whether it's shortly after the escape or much later. ✖ Action, text, video, whatever, it's all good. ✖ Have multiple threads? ✖ Done!

Comments

(♯｀∧´)

[fairsfair]

[ he doesn't see why that's important to know, and we don't need sleep that badly anyway. it's all fine and dandy ]

If anyone asks how we became friends, you can have the honours of mentioning our fun bonding moments: drowning, explosions, setting limbs and couches on fire. [ this is how you make friends, right, and that doesn't sound sad at all. it sound like a super rad night to me ]

Yeah yeah, just be prepared to lose in a serious game of pool. [ will his experiences of being a pool shark help?? ] And maybe you can show up with a hook for a hand. Those science experiments of yours finally got you in the end.

[ he'd probably actually shell out the money for a robot prosthesis but a peg leg would be great. he'd walk around on halloween, ask if his peg is a prop, say no he actually lost his leg in an explosion, and states deeply into their soul as they uncomfortably look away ]

(;;=_=)

[skyentificmethod]

[some of us appreciate the quiet is all I'm saying. sleeping is great if a rare ability with a long cooldown]

It sounds weird when you put it like that. ...Do you actually tell people about what happened? [saddest he is just terribly pitiful]

Just keep telling yourself that. No, no, the point of science-based changes is that you get more, not less. I'd need an extra hand, or whippy tentacles or something.

[someone steals his leg, dog runs off with it]

\( #`⌂´)/┌┛

[fairsfair]

[ and she is completely okay with having the neighbour's dog shot to achieve that quietness? ]

You kidding? Talking about that place isn't exactly a conversation I want to have. [ they'd just keep on asking questions after questions, and that's something he doesn't want to deal with. screw that. ]

With some tentacles, maybe you'll finally be able to reach things on tall shelves without resorting using other people at stools.

(´._.`)\(‘́⌣’̀ )

[skyentificmethod]

[it is not the solution she would've suggested. but something happened to get results, and it probably wasn't a talking-to from hershel.]

Didn't think so. It's not the best conversation. [luckily the news cycle had moved on to different and more interesting stories to fawn over.]

It's just so much easier to use other people, though. There's something to the human element.

Here, this way.

[though the road they're on continues to wind off to the side, she tugs him off the path and into a doorway carved into the hill. the subsequent hallway is low and narrow (or maybe Jake is just large??) and after a couple quick curves just changes to a set of ladder-like stairs up through the rock, the tunnel even more narrow, if possible.]

--Didn't get claustrophobic, I hope.