INTRODUCTION

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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

[sourtime]

[ By cutting off her cursed hand,
She kept her grip upon the land.
She reaches from beyond the grave
To make good men her wicked slaves.
She'll take your blood, she'll take your head,
She'll follow you until-- ]

--It's you.

[ It comes out like a very weak exhale. Anyway, uh, while Keiichi's doing his thing Deena is attempting to pick up one of the barstools, and honestly if they're welded to the floor or the bar that's probably for the best...! ]

It's actually you. Finally got bored of hiding behind a bunch of dead killers?

[oversawed]

[They are, fortunately for Deena.]

Have we met?

[sourtime]

Oh, I dunno, the time when you possessed my girlfriend's body and stabbed me, does that count as meeting? Or is that just kind of an average Saturday night for you?

[oversawed]

Well, that depends on what you mean by possessing your girlfriend's body, but I suspect the answer is no.

[She's gross.]

What is it that you think I am, pray tell?

[sourtime]

[ She finally gives up on trying to get the barstool loose, which is 50% because she's confused and 50% because it is very clearly staying where it is. Her line of sight
transparently shifts over to other people's slushies and/or plates, but it doesn't linger there. She can't afford to stop looking at her for longer than five seconds. ]

What... I know who you are! You're the witch. Sarah Fier. Some, some Pilgrim guys killed you and chopped your hand off 300 years ago and you've been taking it out on us ever since.

Nice replacement, by the way! It totally doesn't make you look like a tacky asshole.

[oversawed]

[She can't help it, she actually laughs out loud at this.]

Well, that's certainly a new one. [She smirks and cocks her head, considering.] Sure, you got me. I'm the spooky witch known otherwise as Sandra.

Tacky asshole is something of a staple where I'm from.

[sourtime]

[ She's quiet, glowering, when the woman laughs. But it can't not be Sarah Fier, right? If this is somehow unrelated to the shitshow her life's become over the last weekend — well, she can't think of it, and she doesn't allow herself to think of it, so there's no end to the sentence. ]

Cool. Great. Glad we're on the same page. Now where the hell is Sam?

[oversawed]

[They're absolutely not on the same page but Ianthe finds the misunderstanding deeply funny, so she'll let it continue.]

Don't know. Probably left her somewhere in my evil lair.

[sourtime]

Bullshit.

[oversawed]

It's like you don't trust me or something. And after all we've been through.

[sourtime]

Yeah, well, maybe I've had enough of you screwing with me. Where is she? Where's my brother?

[oversawed]

Back where you came from. Untouched by me, or anyone else as far as I'm aware.

[Despite making fun of her previously, her expression does shift to something more serious.]

Best get back to them as soon as you can, hm? Who knows when that'll change.

[sourtime]

[ The defiance doesn't go away when Ianthe says that last bit, but her pretense of having literally any handle on the situation sure does. ]

Alright. Laugh it up, asshole. [ She's not laughing anymore, Deena! That's why you're so concerned!! ] I'm going to end this.