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

Hallways

[howveryglib]

That is quite understandable. Uniform corridors can be a bit difficult to navigate if you are suddenly in an unfamiliar place.

[ah, he remembers his first castrum like it was yesterday… though, he figures he should ask…]

Are you feeling disoriented at all?

[bethorns]

Er, I don't know where I am?

[ Is that what is meant by "disorientation"... ]

[howveryglib]

No, I meant… physically. As if something is off about how you feel.

[…he doesn’t want to get too deep into it, but…]

[bethorns]

Oh! I feel healthy as can be!

[ Just confused. So, she's physically okay. ]

[howveryglib]

Ah, good. I am glad to hear it, as I have felt just a bit strange since waking up here...

[bethorns]

Oh! Really? Er, do you mind me asking how...? Are you feeling sick?

[howveryglib]

...

It feels as though there is... something wrong with my peripheral vision, perhaps?

[he can't really put his finger on it...]

[bethorns]

Did you lose a pair of glasses?

[howveryglib]

No, I have never worn them. This is entirely new.

[bethorns]

Hm...I'm afraid I'm not much of a doctor or anything...

[ And she like never gets sick so... ]

[howveryglib]

I am certain I will get over it sooner or later. I know people can have different reactions to chemicals, so perhaps those were used to bring us here…

[bethorns]

Oh, I see! I hope you feel better...maybe we should get you some water?

[howveryglib]

That… yes. I believe I will get myself some. Thank you for your concern, then—if I may have your name?

[bethorns]

Yor Forger!

[howveryglib]

A pleasure to meet you, then, Yor. Would that it were under better circumstances, but I suppose that is simply how things go.