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

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Comments

[howveryglib]

I presume you were not several hundred malms from civilization as I was, then.

[i mean. technically that would be business as usual for some people, but he kind of doubts it from most people...]

[verghese]

[What's a malm...? Nevermind, there are more important things at hand.]

No. In fact, I was deep in the heart of civilization, itself. I fell asleep at my desk, which is located in my office, which is located in the city.

[Which city? Don't worry about it.]

Wouldn't be the first time someone's tried to ambush me while my guard was down, though.

[howveryglib]

I was with two other people, so whilst I can certainly say that I sympathize with that sentiment, it would certainly be more difficult to ambush me.

[…hmmm.]

You have not seen a Duskwight man with tattoos on his face and a blue-haired woman with a black third eye, have you?

[verghese]

...No. I don't know what a Duskwight is.

[Is it a type of monster he doesn't know about? His brow furrows even deeper. Boris had mentioned something in passing about people that lived on the edges of civilization and hunted monsters--maybe this guy is one of them? So maybe that thing on his head isn't a bindi, like Nick assumed.]

Sounds like you keep some very strange company. What the hell were you even doing out there?

[howveryglib]

...They are not actually particularly strange. Duskwight are simply Elezen.

[like yeah, black is a weird color for a third eye but...]

In any case, we were hunting rare and dangerous game.

[verghese]

[This only serves to confuse Nick even more. Maybe this guy is a monster hunter, then, and just knows more about monsters than he does. It's entirely possible, after all--Nick only just realized a few months ago that the things he's been seeing have been ghosts.

...Speaking of, he hasn't seen any ghosts in these halls, as far as he's aware. They talk and walk like people and interact with the world around them. But that could just mean that nobody has died here. Yet.]

Hunting, huh? For glory, or some other reason?

[howveryglib]

I suppose you could say it is for revenge more than aught else, though it is more than simply that.

[He doesn’t feel like he should just talk to a rando civilian about the Ascians. It’d be one thing if it was someone already involved, but…]

[verghese]

Ah. Well, there are worse reasons to go hunting. Hopefully, the rest of your team is--

[And then he stops, realizing something. Nick smacks a hand to his forehead, looking mildly panicked.]

Shit--I don't even know how long I've been here. How long we've been kept here. I've been going off the assumption that this was tomorrow--well, today, I guess, but...who's to say we haven't been out for longer?

[howveryglib]

[Gaius... ponders a moment. He takes his gauntlet off and while his hands are both bandaged, this one has more actual feeling in it, so he runs his fingers down his chin to check his stubble...]

...I have more than a day's growth compared to what I remember, but not enough that I'd say we were unconscious for a significant length of time. Granted, it does not account for all possibilities, particularly given how strange our circumstances are.

[verghese]

[Nick takes note of his bandaged hand, but does not comment. He, himself, mirrors Gaius's gesture and feels his own cheek, though what little stubble graces his chin is hardly a measure of time by any metric, especially with how slowly it grows.]

There's a range of scenarios with varying probability here. It's probably safe to say we haven't been gone for too long...hopefully.

[howveryglib]

Indeed. I am sure there are some possible explanations for why we may have been here longer, but I believe it is better to deal with those possibilities when they are relevant rather than panicking about them now.

[verghese]

[Nick nods.]

Sounds more than reasonable. Which means if we get out of here quickly...hopefully we'll be able to go back to what we were doing before all this.

[howveryglib]

Indeed. Hopefully we can all cooperate well enough in order to seek a way out of this situation.