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

[nambu]

A... what?

[ he understands carpet and bombing, but not the two words together. ]

Anyway, you're basically saying you think this is gonna be a real tough one for us, eh?

[namelesslancer]

[ he shakes his head about the first question. lucky for finn that he doesn't know what the term means, and he's not here to explain it unless they are, in fact, in some sort of warzone. something tells him that it isn't the case, so there's no reason to waste time on it.

as for the second question. ]

Yeah. Even if we were to escape, we're not sure where this place is exactly, or where the nearest point of civilization is. We could be running through a desert for days and even if we're not hunted down, we could die of dehydration or starvation.

[ he's a very cheerful guy! ]

[nambu]

Ack, you're right! [ then he snaps his fingers because idea! a very brilliant one. ] In that case, we should take the diner robot with us. You see it yet? Fancy shit.

[namelesslancer]

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Where do you think it gets the food from?

[nambu]

The compartment in its stomach or something! In the shows, they just beam stuff into existence, right? Or like, put a drop of water onto a food cube and POOF! Real food. That thing looks like it can store weeks of food in there.

[ did he mention it's his first time seeing one - ]

[namelesslancer]

[ this guy...is probably an idiot.

but sigma also doesn't want to pick a fight if he doesn't have to. especially if the man has some sort of skill that might be useful for getting out of here...and, besides, appearances can fool any person.

in other words, it's probably for the best if he doesn't piss him off, even if what he said doesn't even sound like something that would be in a cheap sci-fi film.

so... ]

Uh-huh.

[nambu]

[ the only thing bright about him is his clothes. ]

Ha, like I thought! [ take that seniors who called him stupid. ]

So we'll factor that into our plans. Plus, it can carry a lotta stuff: extra food, toilet paper, the necessaries. Maybe even you if you do that nap-in-public thing a lot.

[namelesslancer]

[ addendum: this man is probably an idiot and likes to hear himself talk.

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ah, he knows exactly who this man reminds sigma of. ]

Don't worry. I only do this when I have the chance to.

[nambu]

Who's worried? You don't exactly have the aura of a guy who needs looking after.

[ a stark contrast to his kid neighbor in this place. so far, he can't imagine sigma being fazed by anything. ]

[namelesslancer]

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he shrugs. ]

I guess not. What do I look like to you?

[nambu]

A shut-in.

[namelesslancer]

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A…shut-in?

[ what the hell is a shut-in. ]

[nambu]

Y'know - messy black hair, sleeps a lot to avoid any and all problems, has like - one and half facial expressions, and only one true fear: social interaction.

[namelesslancer]

[ that is somehow both so on the mark and so off the mark that if sigma knew how to make more than two expressions, he would probably be speechless.

he stands up from his seat. ]

I see. Maybe I am.

[ this is supposed to be a joke. ]

[nambu]

Hey, now. You asked what you look like to me - [ so that's to say he wasn't making as joke before. points for brutal honestly though?? right?? ] - and what's the phase, "don't judge a book by its cover"? You could be something completely different on the inside.

I think maybe you are. [ layers. onions. ]