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

[modularized]

[ hate that she isn't particularly fussed by the tail, but it's definitely not something she hasn't seen before, so.

the robot ... makes a few halting movements towards the door? jerkily, like it's unsure. before it actually does end up tottering towards and through the doorway to the kitchen proper, sopmod just staring after it and looking like she's thinking hard about something...

before she shakes her head, blinks, and slaps herself on the cheeks to wake up. okay! what was she... oh, yeah. ]

Do you think they'll actually make a good sushi bake...?

[ do these robots know what one is? ]

[moodwinks]

[Looks at Sopmod's entire design and outfit, she may as well be screaming chuu2 from the rooftops or at least cyberpunk something, this is sci-fi🤝fantasy solidarity-- Belphegor blinks when he hears the clap of her hands, looking back at her quizzically from where he was also staring longingly after the kitchenbot.

Unlike a lot of people he doesn't bother to expend the energy to try and get into the kitchen; he's a picky eater but it's not actually all that easy to mess up a demon's stomach, though he may be riding on hubris here. Still.]

Uh. Nothing ventured, nothing gained? [there's some rather worrying clanking noises coming from the kitchen now, but surely that's also nothing out of the ordinary] It's not that complicated, so it should still come out as food...

[.... shouldn't it?]

[modularized]

[ the concerning noises continue. at some point there's a ding? maybe multiple?

when the dinerbot reappears some time later, wheeling out its bounty, it proudly(?) removes the cloche to reveal ...

some sort of rice? platter? topped with crisped up, baked anchovies, canned tuna, and sardines. it seems somewhat unsure whether it wanted to be a casserole or more individually portioned ... ]

... Um, I don't think it's supposed to look like that. Is it?

[moodwinks]

..... It's not, but it looks a little like what you'd find at the convenience store. I think??

[The second question mark is audible as Belphegor unceremoniously liberates a fork from nearby and sets about systematically separating out the different kinds of fish with the rice. It's not really supposed to be some sort of deep dish seven-layer fish casserole. He has Regrets.

But nevertheless, it still looks like food.]

So, kind of food. [victory????] ............. I might just eat the rice.