WEEK 3 MINGLE

[vault_tech]

i don't want to set the world on fire

Week 3

The dreams are back, of course. They never left. But they’re different. In the dream, you wake up back at home at last. It’s so close now or… maybe everything else was just one great big nightmare. Your loved ones hug you tightly, and you can feel it so vividly that this has to be real. Things are going well for you, somehow. Maybe you won that fight. Maybe you found your freedom. Maybe you got that promotion. There’s something hopeful in the air as you breathe it, so so vividly. So much more vividly than the dank corners of the vault.

And then someone in your dream, a friend, an enemy, a loved one, family, they turn to you. They open their mouth, and through it, almost like a speaker, a song begins to play. Have you heard it before? You have now.

Coincidentally, they seem to freeze. Ice creeps up their skin, and if you take the chance to look around you, you’ll see it all start to crumble. It all goes up in a cloud of fire. A mushroom cloud, more specifically. Every single morning, on every single day of this week, you’ll be forced out of the real world and placed back in your body. Horrible, isn’t it?

Of course, just like the last two times, The Overseer speaks up over the intercom.

“I said at the end of the last execution that we’d have a new area prepared for you. A new week awaits you. I look forward to watching you take a stab at it.”

Poor choice of words, maybe, but the routine continues and the elevator has unlocked another stop. The third floor is now available to you.

As ever, the Overseer and her significantly more pleasant assistant are available for contact.

NAVIGATION

Vault 113: a short-run murdergame

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Comments

[picnicked]

[NOO NOT KLAASJE... Well of all the dead people he could talk to, this is one of the less unpleasant ones?]

Miss Amandou?

[vault_tech]

"Blue moon, you saw me standing alone."

[She looks at Grimmer, eyes dead. There's no trace of injury on her body. No bullet through her head.]

[picnicked]

[Well that's weird! What she says is weird! Is this just a hallucination, he wonders. It's not a problem he's personally ever had, but who knows? Maybe there's a gas leak down here?

All he can think to do is to gentle reach out and try to touch her shoulder. Is it solid?]

Hey, you don't need to worry anymore.
[About what, he can't say. But he's sure that's at least the privilege of the dead.]

[vault_tech]

[It's solid, and ice cold. She's dead. That's for certain. It's even more certain as she looks at Grimmer, her body language is all off. This isn't the practiced way that Klaasje held herself. This isn't an apex predator.]

"I found out that I'm the worrying kind
I'll go worrying right along
Life is fine, but with a worrying mind
(So many things can go wrong)

Worry worry worry, should I hold her so tight?
Worry worry worry, am I kissing her right?"

[picnicked]

[Hm. Well. Maybe this js a reflection of who Klaasje really was, but no, he doesn't think that. This is Klaasje's body, cold as it should be, but whatever is moving her around, singing this song, it's something else.

Something wrong, so he doesn't have to bother pretending to be normal, putting on his practiced smile.]

Excuse me, but could you please get out of my friend?

[vault_tech]

[She looks at him for a few moments.]

"Don't they know it's the end of the world?

Crawl out through the Fallout, baby."

[She shows no sign of moving.]

[picnicked]

[Hm, well, he doesn't know anything about possession, but maybe someone who's back at the morgue still does?

So he's going to shift his touch to try and take her hand to lead her back to the morgue. The question is will she let him.]

[vault_tech]

[She looks at him and lets him drag her.]

"Crawl out through that fallout, baby."

[That's it. She lets him drag her, and about halfway through, the body falls limply and the ghost disappears.]

[picnicked]

[WELL OK THAT SOLVES THAT PROBLEM.... JUST LET THE GHOST FINISH ITS SONG.

Once the body goes limp, Grimmer will move to princess carry the corpse instead the rest of the way back to the morgue. Luckily he's strong enough to do so. Does the body still lack the bullet hole?]

The end of the world, huh... I hear some people would pay to see that.
[To no one in particular.]