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

[pottedplant]

Ah.

[Letting his hand flop back onto the counter.]

Sorry.

[bethorns]

I don't think it's your fault??

[ Unless he's the kidnapper! ]

[pottedplant]

Still. It's annoying.

[sigh]

Can't even get a coffee.

[bethorns]

Oh! If you ask the robot, it should get one for you?

[ ...UNLESS THEY DON'T SERVE COFFEE ]

[pottedplant]

[There's almost a sparkle in his eyes.]

Really?

[bethorns]

Well, they gave me fries when I asked. So I don't see why coffee wouldn't be possible!

[ Is she committing a crime telling him this... ]

[pottedplant]

[Unless you consider the amount of coffee he'll go through on his own a crime, no.

But maybe you should.

Turning to the robot, looking it in the eyes, or the closest it's got to eyes, he'll say only two words.]

Coffee, please.

[bethorns]

[ Presumably...it should work? That's a pretty simple order. The robot zips back into the forbidden kitchen to retrieve a drink. ]

Looks like you're in luck!

[pottedplant]

[A sigh, but a relieved one this time.]

It probably won't be canned, but I'll take it.

[Better than nothing.]

[bethorns]

Is there a difference for the canned kind?

[pottedplant]

Little things.

I just prefer it in cans.

[When the robot comes back, placing a cup of coffee in front of the red panda man, he doesn't hesitate to take it and down...about half the cup.]

That's better.

[bethorns]

I see! I like tea better myself.

[ But she likes making coffee! ...Not the best coffee but she tries. ]

[pottedplant]

Fair. Tea is good too.

[Probably would've been his second choice, if he couldn't get coffee.]

[bethorns]

Oh, by the way, what are you?

[ BEFORE SHE FORGETS - Yor that's...direct... ]

[pottedplant]

Red panda.

[If the directness could've been rude, he doesn't seem to react like it is.]

What are you?

[bethorns]

Human!

[ A human adult woman? ]

[pottedplant]

[A small nod.]

I've never seen humans before this. I wasn't sure if you might've been something else.

[Another sip of coffee.]

[bethorns]

Oh, like what?

[ Assign her a fursona ]

1/2

[pottedplant]

[Sorry to disappoint, Yor, but that's not really where his mind went.]

Humans look a lot like monkeys, but with most of their fur shaved off. If there were any, I think it'd be rude to assume anything.

[Another coffee sip.]

2/2

[pottedplant]

Also there's an alien. So maybe keeping an open mind is good.

[Said like it's nothing, despite...you know, it's not.]

[bethorns]

I've never met an alien. Do you think there's one here?

[pottedplant]

Yeah. Talked to him.

A cybertronian. Looks like a robot.

[Please don't ask what his name is, he completely forgot to ask.]

[bethorns]

Cyber...tronian...?

[ She's totally not gonna remember that. ]

[pottedplant]

I think that's what he said.

[He's partially surprised he remembered.]

You can ask him if you see him. Tall. Robot-like. Can't miss him.

[Yet another coffee sip. Seems like he's almost out.]

[bethorns]

I wonder what robot aliens eat?

[ Do they drink motor oil? ]