neornitheslogs | EVENT - THE MILGRAM EXPERIMENT

Come one, come all! This wonderful test of brain power and courage is about to commence! What is it exactly, you ask? Well then, don't worry your little head about that one bit! The birdie here will explain it all to you.

The rules are very simple. There is a shocker and a shockee, following so far? The inmates will both be lead into different rooms. There is a glass wall that separates them, and of course a glass wall for the audience to be able to see and watch everything! Now then, the shocker will be provided with questions thanks to a digital screen. The screen itself is integrated into the table they will be seated at, as well as a button, and questions will begin to appear once the game begins. The questions start out easy then start to get harder, and if the shocker tries to tell the shockee any answers, then they will receive the electricity instead, seeing as how they are strapped down to an electric chair as well.

Sounds pretty fun so far! Either way, each pair has four questions to get through. For each question answered correctly, they will gain CP. If the shockee is unable to answer a question, or answers wrong, then it's up to the shocker to provide the pain and then they get the CP. See it's a good game where everyone is rewarded! The shockee cannot die on the first two questions, if they are to answer it wrong (or if the shocker gets the electricity instead) but they can die on the third question, and they will die on the last question if they are shocked. Now then, off to the CP count.

First = 30,000 CP
Second = 40,000 CP
Third = 50,000 CP
Fourth = 80,000 CP

Oh, and there are no extra rewards for dying in this event. The CP gained from questions and shocking will be the only CP awarded. So, comment in the proper spot with your muses entering, and then the shockers will be getting PM's with the questions!

Let it begin!

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Nonon nervously jumped into the seat, frowning because due to her height, her feet couldn't touch the ground.
All she could do was kick the bottom of the chair, and pray to god this would go smoothly. At least she was with someone she trusted.

Now that Alan was gone for sure, there were only two people in the entire prison that Scratch gave half a shit about. Regina was one of them, and the little cotton candy bitch sitting across from him was the other. He wasn't about to sacrifice himself for her since she'd just wake up the next day anyway if that's what it came to, but she was one of the very few people he actually didn't necessarily want to kill.

He wasn't about to act like any of this phased him, though.

"Well shit, kiddo." He mused. "We better not screw this up, huh?"

"I think we'll be alright," she replied softly; but truth be told she was a bit nervous. She loved torture as much as the next sadistic little shit, but she had never "died" before. It was painless, right?
Hopefully.
"Let's get the show on the road."

"I'm not sure if your optimism is inspiring or just naive." He raised an eyebrow at her. Those words might have seemed impartial to most people but if he had actually disliked her he would have straight up called her on being an idiot.

"If you don't get this I'm going to be one hell of a disappointed man." He moved his attention from the screen to her face. "Which five letter word can refer to both a spicy Latin dance and a spicy Latin sauce?"

Nonon blinked, her eyes focused on Scratch's. She had to think about this one. Surely there was no such food as...foxtrot, right?
She thought back to school, where a member of the music club had talked about joining the dance club and made a remark about learning some Spanish dance...and during that day, they had some sort of...food...with the same name.
That was it!
"S...Salsa? It's salsa, right?!"
She couldn't figure out how to wrap her lips around the word, but she managed enough that Scratch wouldn't be a dick about it.

He straight up grimaced at her pronunciation attempt, but she had gotten it right. That at least coaxed a something close to a smile out of him, but it was more like a smirk considering how badly he wanted to make fun of her intense struggle to say the word salsa.

"Look at that. You didn't screw up the first question!" Yeah, there's the shit-eating grin. "This one's a little harder. Which country has won the world cup the most times?"

"The world what?"
Nonon's voice was louder than she meantfor it to be, which made her gasp and cover her mouth. She guessed she would have to deal with the shock this go around, because she couldn't figure out what the world cup was even meant to be. Was it some kind of cup given to the country with the least wars or something?
"I...I don't know..."

"For the love of God, kid, at least take a guess." It was a harsh statement, but short of Regina anyone else probably would have just gotten the shock right then and there. Even if he hadn't been somewhat partial to the little brat, he really wasn't into the whole torturing kids scene despite that it seemed like it was becoming a trend.

"China?" she whispered. Truth be told she had no idea, but it was only when the words left her mouth did she remember something about a rugby game being called the same thing.
She wasn't exactly the sportiest out there, so she surely couldn't be blamed for not knowing.
Biting her lip, she braced herself for the shock.

Scratch winced, giving her a look that almost resembled sympathy.

"Brazil." He shrugged, though he looked mildly irritated. "Who the hell knew."

He didn't hesitate when he hit the button, but he didn't take any pleasure in it.

Nonon dug her nails into her palms as she dealt with the electricity coursing through her body. That was less than pleasurable, for sure, but it wasn't honestly that. She expected much worse.
"What's question three?" she murmured, trying to catch her breath.

Scratch watched every second of it, his eyebrows furrowed but his expression otherwise blank. It wouldn't rip him up inside if he ended up killing her since, after all, she would come back again -- but something about the scene unsettled him somewhere in the reaches of his psyche.

He'd just have to ignore it.

"Think fast. Bees cannot detect which of the following colors: red, yellow, blue, or green?"

For some reason, Nonon remembered this stupid bit of trivia from one of her nerd friends who followed her around like a lost puppy dog. For once, his knowledge was useful, and without a second thought, she blurted out, "red!"

His hand had already been hovering over the button before she even spoke, so he had to catch himself when she actually got the answer right. He almost looked mildly impressed.

"Think you can get the last one?"

Nonon grimaced. She had impressed herself but she was sure the last question was bound to be the most difficult.
How was the experiment to go past this? Would Scratch die? Would she die? Would they both at least survive and get to go on about what they were doing?
"Uh... yeah."

Scratch already knew that the chance the ordeal wouldn't end in death was close to zero. The odds were stacked against them, just as the Warden liked it. He would have preferred that the one to die would be someone other than Nonon, but it sure as hell wasn't going to be him.

"Make me proud, Jakuzure. What year was the first instant ramen noodle invented?" It was pretty useless trivia but maybe this was something all little Japanese girls knew.

Nonon squinted at him. Was this a poke at her being Japanese? Was she expected to know this?
The awkward thing was she did.
The dumb Mankanshoku kid, while stuffing her yap, always ran it. About dumb stuff.
Including...
"It was invented in 1958. Do you need the inventor's name too?"
She smirked to herself. She made him proud, no?

The second she spoke the answer, Scratch leaned back in his chair and actually laughed. Rather that laugh was born of genuine humor, relief or just flat out insanity, no one would ever know.

"Nonon, Nonon! If I could move my arms I'd give you a round of applause, kid. Looks like you just saved both our asses." He grinned, actually pretty damn impressed with her.

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