INTRODUCTION

[vault_tech]

INTRO

Vault 113

You wake feeling groggy. You have the distinct sense of oversleeping, even if you may not recall ever going to bed in the first place. And this bed? Definitely not yours, no matter how comfortable it may be. And you'd probably not go to sleep in your street clothes*, right? Well, maybe it's time to smooth out your bedhead and get exploring!

(*or whatever else you were wearing at the last moment you remember)

The first thing you'll notice is the complete absence of windows - are you underground? Though you'll encounter quite a few closed doors, there are some rooms for you to look through and maybe catch your breath in. Maybe it's time for a slushie in the dining room? Impatience won't get you anywhere!

And what's better than a sweet drink to bring strangers together? After all, you're not the only one who's crawled out of bed a little late today. Mingle and don't worry too hard about your current predicament!

((The Mastermind will introduce themselves at 7pm EST real time.))

NAVIGATION

Vault 113: a short-run murdergame

RULES

GAME INFO

LOCATIONS

PROFILES

IC RULES

MURDER

PCs

CHECK-INS

code credit

Comments

[bethorns]

Human!

[ A human adult woman? ]

[pottedplant]

[A small nod.]

I've never seen humans before this. I wasn't sure if you might've been something else.

[Another sip of coffee.]

[bethorns]

Oh, like what?

[ Assign her a fursona ]

1/2

[pottedplant]

[Sorry to disappoint, Yor, but that's not really where his mind went.]

Humans look a lot like monkeys, but with most of their fur shaved off. If there were any, I think it'd be rude to assume anything.

[Another coffee sip.]

2/2

[pottedplant]

Also there's an alien. So maybe keeping an open mind is good.

[Said like it's nothing, despite...you know, it's not.]

[bethorns]

I've never met an alien. Do you think there's one here?

[pottedplant]

Yeah. Talked to him.

A cybertronian. Looks like a robot.

[Please don't ask what his name is, he completely forgot to ask.]

[bethorns]

Cyber...tronian...?

[ She's totally not gonna remember that. ]

[pottedplant]

I think that's what he said.

[He's partially surprised he remembered.]

You can ask him if you see him. Tall. Robot-like. Can't miss him.

[Yet another coffee sip. Seems like he's almost out.]

[bethorns]

I wonder what robot aliens eat?

[ Do they drink motor oil? ]

[pottedplant]

Hopefully something that can be made here.

[Otherwise...there might be a little more trouble.]

[bethorns]

Maybe he eats other robots...

[pottedplant]

[...turns to stare at the robot behind the counter...]

[bethorns]

[ Yor is also staring at the robot...suspicious...! ]

[pottedplant]

...we can ask him later, I think.

[That's probably not a rude thing to ask, he's pretty sure.]

[bethorns]

We should! ...Oh, right, I don't know your name...?

[ All this time...it took her until now... ]

[pottedplant]

[It's fine, he didn't think of it either, and the fact that she thought about it at all is a step above his ability.]

Resasuke. You?

[bethorns]

Yor Forger! You can call me Yor if you like.

[ Simple and easy to remember? ]

[pottedplant]

[A nod.]

Nice to meet you, Yor.

[Probably not the best circumstances, but it could be worse, right?]

[bethorns]

[ She nods back, waving a robot down to request more fries... ]