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

around

[verghese]

[Nick looks up at Richard with a wary expression. He looks like he's in the middle of staring at a firehose box, as if expecting it to reveal some important secret.]

I found a jumpsuit in my closet. Blue and yellow, number 113 on the back. [He frowns, lightly.] Not my style of choice, I'll be honest. I have no idea what the significance is. You?

[ocenon]

[ Well, since we found out he doesn't have his armor.................... he's definitely got his jumpsuit on. ]

It fits well, at the very least! I assume it's been chosen with each of us in mind.

[ Which inevitably raises the question of how it's gonna fit Carnivac..... hm. ]

Nothing of any significance. Judging by the lack of an "I" in the diner sign I'd argue this place may be somewhat neglected, but otherwise it seems structurally sound with no way out. Truly a conundrum, to say the least.

[ Is he more worried about the shitty diner sign or the fact there's no way out? Who knows. ]

[verghese]

[I'm sure Carnivac will find some way to wear it. Even if he has to tie the sleeves around his neck.]

DNER? [He snorts.] Yeah, I noticed that too. We've got a few locked doors, too, which suggests that there's some areas that are currently inaccessible to us. Maybe for the usage of the people who brought us here?

[A pause. He tilts his head to the side, scowling.]

No windows, from what I could see. This whole thing is built like a goddamn bunker. Or...like, an elaborate submarine.

[ocenon]

[ preppy transformer........ yes. ]

I don't have any personal experience with that sort of craft, but we'd be able to feel if we were moving underwater, would we not? And would a place this small be able to sustain 25 [ ... ] individuals? This is no Trojan Horse.

[verghese]

True. It's much more likely that we're underground. Or, just...in a very elaborate facility. Prison. Whatever.

[He shakes his head, crossing his arms.]

But obviously, if we got brought here, there's a way out.

[ocenon]

[ Richard nods like all of those options are equally correct. ]

Agreed. Unless we have someone outside our current prison coming to help, much like when Launcelot fought to free the four captured knights by himself, we'll have to find a way out for ourselves. Everything will come clear in time, I have no doubt.

[ A firm nod with conviction. Of this he is sure. ]

[verghese]

[He raises an eyebrow. Niche reference, but not something terribly unusual or out of place.]

If we work for it, that is.

[ocenon]

Of course! Early bird gets the worm, right?