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

[theinstigator]

[ Ruby does chuckle a little at that, but she's more interested in what Erin said earlier. ]

Sounds like you had a real crew. Which magazine did you write for? Maybe I've read it.

[underinworld]

New Scientist. 'You don't have to love science to work here, but it helps', was the slogan. Ever heard of that magazine?

[theinstigator]

[ well science is cool, so! ]

Nah, but I know Amateur Broadcaster. New Scientist might be a bit more generalist for me, I never studied that stuff anyway.

[underinworld]

We did dabble in a little of everything. Ranging from maths to cryptozoological debunking. You're not missing much.

[Erin is half-convinced she was scouted because she was from a town that's a known hotspot for supernatural activity. Well, a job is a job, and the pay was better and got out of that town, so of course she took it]

[theinstigator]

[ Aw, it sounds fun, though. Ruby offers a nearly smug half-smile. ]

Cryptozoological debunking? Come on, surely you've got researchers out there looking for the Insulindian Phasmid.

[underinworld]

Oh, not that one exactly, but we did send a scout or two when we heard about something particularly promising. The thing about science magazines is that they get piles of mail claiming to have the next big cryptic and suggest as proof sizable ordure and weird tracks in the woods. The poor intern in charge of sifting through the incoming mail should get a raise.

[Thankfully she was never tasked with browsing the pointless mail, hah]