Who: Marco, and anyone else. Multiples welcome! Where: Obstacle course When: Before that second buzzer (and maybe after, we'll see how it goes I guess?)
Marco had decided that he was done with surprises. Done with the morning, really. No one in their right mind liked waking up to the loud buzzers, or the change of scenery, or the tiny room with no windows or furniture or color where the walls felt like they were closing in on you...
Marco had bolted from that little room, and was hit with two more surprises: One was that whatever wonder-drug they'd injected him with during their physicals had worn off. His physical symptoms were back, and while he wasn't sure if they were as strong as they had been, he was still cramping up something awful, and nauseous, and shaking. He already missed the mystery drug, even though he'd worried about it all night.
The other surprise was that apparently wearing clothes to bed was an oddity among the captive men, which went along with the fact that apparently he wasn't the only one who had been transported in the middle of the night. He was thankful that he'd long since gotten used to sleeping in his clothes. It didn't matter so much, what with them being presented with (surprise!) more clothes, but at least he could pull his hoodie on over the tank top. He didn't need everyone to see the track mark scars that freckled his arms.
He didn't talk to anyone in the locker room. Just grabbed the change of clothes and ran for the bathroom, thinking that he was going to throw up. He was gladly mistaken.
He filed into the arena at about the same time that everyone else was, and for a moment he just marveled at the size of the place. It was getting ridiculous now, wasn't it? The town, the mansion, robot doctors, and now a secret arena? Who the fuck was paying for all this shit? What army of people did they have working for them? And why the fuck was he one of the people they'd decided to drag along? Stress and confusion were starting to work against his medication (which he'd still, thankfully, found in the pocket of his new sweatpants) and he knew it was only a matter of time before he started seeing words writing themselves on the wall, and that fucking octopus. Hell, he was already hearing things.
"Before you lies an obstacle course."
Oh, no. That voice was real, apparently. Everyone else had reacted to it.
"We require that you each attempt it. You may perform whatever physical warm-ups you deem necessary, or run laps around the track first if you so desire. Over the 90 minutes, anyone who sits or stands idle for more than five minutes will receive a shock."
Marco laughed to himself. Shock. Yeah, that was a better description than surprise. Shocking was much more extreme, like everything else here.
He'd missed what came after that. The way that they'd said shock was not the way that he had immediately interpreted it. "Wait," he muttered to anyone who was willing to listen. "What do they mean by 'receive a shock'? What... What?"