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

[underinworld]

I take it you haven't caught a glimpse of the cute red panda. Or the robot that comes to you and says 'explain' like you're the information booth attendant.

[sourtime]

Yeah, uh, I actually just — walked out of my room. Where I woke up. So, no, I haven't seen any of that shit. You're serious?

[ also I feel like Deena's never heard of a red panda before so she's legitimately just picturing a giant panda, but all red! this will in no way backfire when she meets Resasuke! ]

[underinworld]

Unfortunately, yes. You didn't lose your sanity, the world did.

[Erin sounds so tired. Growing up in Tackleford -- a known bedspot of supernatuarl phenomena -- sucks. At least it has far less teenager killers than Fear Street. Still, point is, Erin is less baffled and more exasperated at the non-human members of this crew]

[sourtime]

[ Her first thought is to ask "so was the robot like the Terminator, or Johnny 5", but then she remembers that shitty little remark at the police station.

Dead killer chasing... would you say he was more, uh, Dawn of the Dead, or Night of the Living Dead?

It sucks to be disbelieved. It sucks a hundred times more when you know you would have dismissed the same thing, out of hand, just 12 hours before. Deena sucks in a breath and blows it out with a sigh, her shoulders sagging. ]

God, yeah. You can say that again. [ ... ] So, um... who are you?

[underinworld]

Erin Winters, journalist for a science magazine. Not a scientist, though, I'm just the one who chains the words together and goes on the field trips.

[Hah, well, truthfully she hasn't worked there for a whiiiiile, but that was the job before the current one, so she shelters on it as a cover for herself]

[sourtime]

Cool. Okay. Deena Johnson... two Es. [ Is she supposed to be doing a resume too...... nah she's just gonna settle on: ] Iiii'm not a scientist either.