vault113 | INTRODUCTION

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

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I--Huh? What badge?

[Nick absolutely does not have a holster on hand, but for whatever reason, he still opens up his coat, looking for the non-existent badge Deena mentioned. After a brief pause, he looks back up at her with a blank expression.]

Oh. You think--no, I'm not a cop. I'm a private investigator. And I'm not even on the job right now. [He huffs.]

[ Made him look!!! Well, on the bright side, he doesn't have a gun for her to try and steal. ]

Isn't private investigating just what cops do after they get fired?

What? No. I mean, yes, I guess, but we didn't--I didn't get into the business because I was a cop, okay? I was a writer before that.

[It's hilariously easy to knock him off-script. He lets out a frustrated noise, running a hand down his face.]

Can we get back on topic? I'm the one asking the questions here.

When did I say I was answering?

[ she doesn't have a bully's soul but something about this is simply Undeniable ]

But right, yeah. Totally. What was it you wanted to ask?

[bullying nick is many people's full-time job, and deena is welcome to become employed]

I wanted to ask if you recall anything suspicious or out of the ordinary before you found yourself here. Anything that might indicate the parties responsible for this.

[ Her mouth twists in an expression that's neither a sneer nor a grimace, but has the vibe of both! The line of questioning is so not funny that it comes right around to being mildly hysterical. ]

Jesus Christ, where do I even start?

[ He's not going to believe her, so it's probably a moot point. ]

[He quirks an eyebrow at that, looking at her with an otherwise flat expression.]

So...bad, huh?

I dunno, does "a bunch of undead murderers were hunting me and my friends down" count, or are you going to tell me I'm full of it?

[ don't question the switch between full on cursing and not even saying the word shit, nick! the movie itself sure doesn't! ]

[He pauses, a mildly surprised expression on his face.]

Actually, I think you're the first person I've talked to who's made any sense so far.

[Concerning!]

But do you think the undead murderers were responsible for...uh, this? [He kind of gestures broadly around him.] Or--well, I guess the better question would be why there were undead murderers running around to begin with. If...If you know.

[ She looks at him without certainty, thinking it over before she decides to answer. ]

If my nerdy little brother is right... and he is, it's a witch who died 300 years ago. Sarah Fier. Every generation, she possesses someone from my town and makes them a psycho killer, and...

[ My girlfriend bled on— ]

... And we disturbed her bones. So, uh, unless you also found some old-ass skeleton in the woods off Highway 5, you're probably good.

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cw just a light soupçon of slasher movie ableism