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

[sourtime]

[ Oh, a red panda!







Wait. ]

Wait, are you—

[ She has no idea how to finish this sentence! ]

[pottedplant]

[For once, he can actually get it.

Maybe.

At the very least he's pointing to himself as he nods and speaks again.]

Red panda.

[sourtime]

Jesus Chri— Okay. Red panda, I got that.

[ Another too-long awkward pause ensues! She's still staring a bit. ]

Oh, uh— [ Finally, she indicates herself. ] ... Human.

[pottedplant]

[A nod.]

There's a lot of humans here. I don't really know what to think about it.

[Like?? So many weird monkey-like things??? What should he feel about this, he genuinely doesn't know.]

[sourtime]

Yeah, we're... the only species that talks. [ ... ] I thought.

[pottedplant]

[Hm.]

Not on my Earth.

[...wait-]

Are you from Earth?

[Or is he dealing with a bunch of aliens?

...he doesn't know if that would make him feel better or not...]

[sourtime]

... Yeah, I'm from Earth.

[ She's been thrown so off-kilter by the whole situation that she can't quite conceal the "duh" in her voice, even though given the circumstances there's really nothing obvious anymore about aliens not existing! ]

So, your earth, is it all red pandas? Or is it like [ a saturday morning cartoon ] a bunch of different animals?

[pottedplant]

...hm.

[If he's offended at all by the 'duh' tone, it doesn't show. Just sort of...thinking about this whole thing.

So many thoughts, not a word of it leaving his mouth. Only an answer to the question.]

The latter. I have a coworker who is a pallas cat. Another is a giraffe.

[sourtime]

Whoa. [ For whatever reason, this is what snaps her out of being deeply perturbed and into actual curiosity! ] Are they, uh...

[ she's absolutely just raising one hand way above her head and kind of miming the implications of a big ol' giraffe neck ]

[pottedplant]

[Nods]

Yeah, they're pretty tall.

[He's...pretty sure that's what she's asking...]

[sourtime]

Cool.

[ She says it kind of automatically, then seems to pull herself together before continuing in a more present, apologetic tone. ]

This is... probably really goddamn weird for you too, huh?