Calvin stood in the breakroom, observing people as they entered. Mondatta had some sort of meeting planned, and although he wasn’t sure what the subject of it would be, he was glad for the opportunity to convene with everyone after hearing all of the rules. It was amazing how much more he cared about people when he was nervous that they might kill him. 

As people entered the break room, to eat or solely to hear what Mondatta had to say, Calvin munched on his toast, trying to keep track. There were too many god-damned people with too many god-damned personality ticks and quirks for Calvin to keep up. He was glad when Mondatta finally began, but it was shorter than he had thought.  He gave his gift, and for a moment, the room was silent. Then, Mary, the Infinite Streamer handed Shona a bottle of alcohol. It was a surprisingly valuable gift, given the lack of alcohol in the break room, something Calvin had noticed quite quickly. Shona was quick to extend an invitation to partake, and Calvin nodded, making sure he made direct eye contact with Shona. It’d be a great excuse to catch up with the one infinite he had thought well of before he had ended up here.

Mason spoke up. [color=brown]"I suggest we make safety rules of our own, like going anywhere in this place in groups of three or more, the same deal with how many people can be in a single room at a time, let's be honest if we leave two people alone there's always a danger of one of them killing the other while everybody else isn't looking at them, and we should have a meeting time each day so we can discuss any clues we found and just generally not wandering around in secret killing each other."[/color] It was a somewhat sensible idea, but Calvin knew already that he would be breaking the rules. He put his hand into his pocket, reassuring himself of the existence of Alexandria’s handbook. Calvin spoke up.

“I’m down for meetings. It’s a solid idea. But I’m not being chaperoned by a bunch of crazy fuckers with a penchant for murder.” Although he was being quite vocal, if the group decided to put it in place, he would try his best to follow the rule, with a few exceptions. 

The one person who seemed to be in line with Calvin was Ice, who opposed almost everything said. He was standing next to Calvin, prattling off. Krista, the infinite who-the-fuck-knew began to speak. [color=6c9b8f]"We're sharp enough not to kill just because some stuffed animal says so, right? We could just ignore the bear and dolls until we figure out a way to get outta here!"[/color] Calvin rolled his eyes.

“Do you honestly believe that? You and I, we know nothing about these people, besides what some of us saw on the news, but that hardly counts for anything. Now, we’re all trapped here, with families and friends on the outside.” He wasn’t angry, and was legitimately concerned that the group was feeling too comfortable. “People have killed for less!” He looked around the room, pleading for someone to acknowledge the danger they were in. He looked at Quill, who had mentioned that she wasn't familiar with everyone in the room. "Exactly! I can think that you are all decent people, but I have nothing to base that on!" 

“I doubt there’s a way out. It would be an awful lot of work put into this place for us to have a backdoor exit. Unless…” His mind went to the keycard. Was it a chance to escape? If so, were there rules surrounding that, too? He bit his lip.

It was shortly after that Ice collapsed. He had been gripping the table quite hard for a few moments, but Calvin hadn’t expected him to fall like he did. Immediately, Krista was there, and she made- a pun. A god damned pun. She was trying to help him up, and Calvin popped a knee beside the two. 

“Jesus dude, is this normal?” He would have been lying if he said he didn’t find a small spark of joy in seeing Ice fall, but to see him stuck there was pitiable. “So uh, this isn’t ideal but I think I have your gift? And I figure, since we already fucking hate each other all the crap Killgood said about befriending our victims is null and void.” He pulled out a red faerie candy. “You know these things, right? My sister took like, eight last time we were there. I’ve got a jar of them in my room, you can come take ‘em whenever.” 

He was suddenly aware of everyone else in the room. He stood up, and turned away, but looked over his shoulder. “Straight up, they might be poison, but I mean, I’ve done my part. Your call.” He looked to everyone else, eager to continue.

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