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SEEK A WAY OUT - CONFINEMENT ROOM (GREEN TEAM)

T H E C O N F I N E M E N T R O O M

Despite being called the "Confinement Room", you will quickly notice that it's a hallway with four rooms, instead of just one room. In fact, this seems more like jail than anything else. Someone must have put the wrong plate beside the door, but the moment you step away from the door, it closes up behind you. You find that there isn't even a handle on this door, so there's no way you're going out that way.

Time to start looking around this dimly lit "Confinement Room".

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[ In the distance, Calhoun is laughing away... ]

[ It's difficult to grab whatever's clogging the toilet, but within a few seconds of pulling, it unclogs itself and Hershel now has... ]

[ ... Something covered in soggy toilet paper. ]

[ Unravelling all that paper will reveal a swiss army knife. It was... uh, worth it? ]

[ JAKE HAS TO GIVE HERSHEL SOME CREDIT, YOU HAVE SOME MAJOR BALLS, KID ]

Jesus Christ, I can't believe you actually did it.

[ ... Making sure he doesn't stand too close, but checking out what he has. ]

Uugh-! [Is all Hershel has to say as he covers his mouth and nose with his not gross hand, pulling the.... something out and hurrying as neatly as possible to the nearby sink.]

[Sink, he doesn't ask much of you but please work because otherwise he's going to probably throw up in his mouth a little. Somewhat shockingly the sink does in fact work and he sticks his hand under it, waiting until most of the grime and unmentionable muck washed off before daring to take a closer look.]

It's- huh, it's a swiss army knife, I think. [He holds it out a bit for Jake to get a better look. Also his hand was never going to be clean again...] Ema, please tell me there's soap in that locker.

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Uh... I won't not tell you that...

[she starts attempting to pry open the door again]

[ The locker refuses to open. It makes a dull 'clank' as the door hits a lock. It seems that a key is needed to open this. ]

[ And Jake hears that sound... ]

Looks like you're stuck with just water, kid.

[ Jake is... smiling, just a bit, because he is actually really amused by this. He honestly didn't think Hershel would do it AND HE DID, HOW AMAZING ]

I think I preferred the elevators, at least they were sanitary. [Jake you're the worst stop enjoying this. He goes back to carefully cleaning the knife as much as possible and flipping it open to see what kind of tools it had.

He was also pointedly not looking at the other toilets because yeah he knew what was coming next three times, what a wonderful world.]

It'll be fine, scientifically speaking, that stuff should be all natural--organic, in a way.

[reassurances given, she heads to the desk at the opposite end and... ooh, computer. but nothing to wake it up with? she rifles through those drawers in case there's a keyboard stuck in there or something... (but not a mouse, screw those things)][

[ The Swiss Army Knife, strangely enough, only contains the blade. Everything else has been taken out. ]

[ As for the drawers, there seems to be a mouse (sorry, Ema) in the bottom one, and a piece of cylindrical metal in the top one, leaving the middle drawer empty. ]

[ On the end the mouse is a USB connector, and from the looks of the monitor, it's modern enough to have USB ports. For the cylindrical metal, on the side are pieces of metal that jabs outwards, resembling the teeth of a key. This metal appears to be hollow inside, allowing for something to be inserted. ]

[ Sorry, Jake needs to find fun in something, and right now, it's Hershel shoving hands down dirty toilets. ]

Yeah, so think of it that way when you're digging out the other three "organic" toilets.

[Hershel gives Jake a suffering look before begrudgingly going to deal with the next toilet because this was his life now. He leaves the swiss army knife by the sink, it wasn't like it was going to help him in this most dubious of honors.]

[Toilet number two, what secrets do you hold? He's going to do the same thing as before to the top right cell's toilet, cover his mouth and nose, take a deep breath and look the fuck away so he can pretend this isn't happening.]

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[ In toilet number two, it holds... yet another thing covered in soggy toilet paper. Isn't that super gross? But if Hershel unravels it, he'll find a nice Zippo lighter. Obviously, it won't be turning on anytime soon and it's drenched in dirty water, but it's still nice. ]

[on her side, Ema searches the monitor and surroundings for a USB port for the mouse, and also checks if this new key-looking metal bit fits onto the screwdriver-looking metal bit from the other desk, which would be pleasantly convenient]

[ Thankfully for her, the monitor has two USB ports on the side, so she can connect the mouse right away. As for the new key-looking metal bit, it fits into the screwdriver-looking metal bit perfectly! A small 'click' can be heard as she slides one into another, as they latch onto each other. Looks like she now has a key! ]

[ Jake is just really amused that Hershel's going through all the toilets. He's going to remember to never go near his hands in the future. ]

[ But he'll be examining these strange bedsheets. ]

Hey, kid, after you're done sticking your hand in that toilet and washing it, pass over the knife.

[ Just what is Jake going to do with a knife... That sounds dangerous. ]

[Hershel didn't want to be near his own hands, Jake, thank you very much. He repeats the process with this new wad of toilet paper in the sink, only uncovering his mouth and nose to take a closer look when it seemed clean. At least this one was easier to clean.]

[He regards the lighter for a moment, realizing he wasn't very familiar with them when it takes him a few tries to figure how to try and light it. Nothing, he wasn't surprised, it had been in a lot of gross and not so gross water.] This one had a lighter, but it doesn't seem to work.

[At Jake's request he walks over to pick up the knife, regarding Jake curiously as he held it out for Jake to grab. It was pretty clean Jake, you're welcome.] Here you go- do you have an idea of what we need it for?

[Ema looks from the key in her hand to Hershel to the keyhole by the door. What...what if it opened the way outside, and there really hadn't been any need for any digging around in toilets to begin with? It seemed a little improbable... No, wait, considering her experience with Calhoun thus far, she found it completely probable. But he was already doing such a good job with finding useful stuff in there, he'd even gotten Jake to quit his kvetching...

...It wouldn't hurt to check out what was on this computer first, she decides, and connects the USB cable, wiggling the mouse to wake the PC]

Jake, are you going to fix the sheets?

[ Jake takes the knife (no thank you for cleaning it up, it's still gross that it was in the toilet in the first place), and kneels down to the bed. ]

Yeah, looks like someone cut them out and sewed them to the wrong sheets. They're filthy, so we should probably try washing them first.

[ He'll just get to cutting out the bedsheets in each of the cells. ]

[ As Ema connects the mouse and wakes up the monitor from its sleep mode, it turns on to... a blank grey wall. How anti-climatic, but, a second later, a very familiar voice comes through the monitor's speakers... ]

Helllllll-ooooooo! I hope you didn't miss me!

[ Coming on screen is your favourite little mouse...! ]

[Ema, if he had to do this for nothing it really would be the best day ever. This puzzle couldn't get any better really, even their friend Calhoun was here... Despite having shifted through literal shit and not being all that fond of cosplay mouse for his nonsense with Ema Hershel tries to be a polite English gentleman.] Ah... hello Calhoun.

[He glances over at one of the beds- oh, he hadn't really noticed the sheets.] I see- I wonder what on earth this lighter is for then. [And with that oh so useful comment he heads over to the bottom left cell, time to do his fun job...]

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[look man, we are all dealing with shit now that the rodent has appeared. her knee-jerk reaction is to do something rash--such as knock over the monitor and maybe set it on fire, there's a way to use the lighter--but instead she whirls and stomps back over to the foot locker, attempting to open it with the newly-made key. the monitor is obviously not important after all.]

[ ... Jake is going to rip out his eardrums instead of listening to that rat's annoying voice echo throughout this room. ]

Like this place wasn't annoying enough...

[ Just ignoring the monitor and cutting out the rest of his bedsheets. He'll meet back in the centre of the room with Ema once he's done. ]

[ Calhoun does not seem pleased that Ema and Jake are ignoring him. ]

How rude! Are you guys going to say hello to me too? At least one of you test subjects are decently nice.

... Even if he's putting his hand down a toilet.

[ Snicker snicker. He will have pleasure in watching Hershel do that, since the poor kid will pull out another item in soggy toilet paper. This time, it's an empty wallet. ]

[ As for Ema, the key turns in the lock, and a small 'click' can be heard. The locker can now be opened, but there's nothing much in it, asides from a small jar with white power. If opened and smelt, it appears to be laundry detergent. ]

[He regrets saying hello to you, Calhoun. He's just going to deal with toilet number three, moving to the sink, etc etc.]

You could have given us a plunger or... I don't know, anything. A stick. Soap... [He kind of murmurs the last bit to himself, finishing cleaning off his wonderful prize before speaking up again.] This time it's a wallet.

[He opens it.] ... nothing in it, though. I don't really see why we even need some of these things. [He glances at Calhoun.] ... Calhoun, we do need these, don't we? [Did you just want him to stick his hand in a toilet multiple times cosplay mouse?]

[continuing to ignore Calhoun (stop talking to him!!), Ema plugs and fills up one of the sinks not filled with toilet items, then dumps most of the detergent in. (the rest is saved for Hershel, since by now she almost feels bad for him)]

C'mon, Jake, wash those fabric pieces in here so we can get done with this.

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