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

[picnicked]

[Grimmer pops what is by now a lukewarm at best tater tot into his mouth.]

I've never eaten war rations so I can't really compare, but it tastes good to me! Maybe it's flash frozen? Then it wouldn't be too difficult for a robot to prepare.

[underinworld]

Getting robots to cook for you has been one of humanity's wishes. It's going to be laughable if it's possible and it's used in a post-apocalyptic aesthetic shelter, of all places.

[Erin is the spirit of positive thoughts and good vibes, as Grimmer can clearly see by her foul mood, hah. Not even trying the sweetest stuff she can find seems to improve anything. She's a naturally waspish woman, haha]

[picnicked]

It does feel like a weird choice for the theme here. So much of the decor feels dated, even if you're not comparing it to the futuristic robots.

[underinworld]

It really makes you wonder what kind of person set this place. A mad historian. A traditionalist homeowner. A fan of vintage.

[She's picturing a senior person, definitely, hah]