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

[howveryglib]

…

I have no idea where those places are, so that likely explains why I have not seen anyone like you before.

[pottedplant]

[That...sounds weird, but if he wants to confirm things...]

Where are you from?

[howveryglib]

I hail from Garlemald.

[which like fucking everyone’s heard of pretty much outside of maybe Meracydia and the New World…]

[pottedplant]

...

[...]

Is...that a town? Or a city?

[Asked with a head tilt. Another part of him is tempted to ask if it's another planet, but...maybe wait another minute before asking an alien if they're an alien.]

[howveryglib]

…it is the capital city of an empire spanning two continents…?

[pottedplant]

[...

...

...]

You're not from Earth, are you?

[Because that is...some whiplash of a concept...]

[howveryglib]

I suppose not.


…

They just call it “earth?”

[pottedplant]

[Nods]

Yes. It's named after dirt.

[He has seen enough sci-fi to know aliens tend to call dirt earth, probably.

And if he's wrong...well, wouldn't be the first time he's looked foolish.]

[howveryglib]

…why, though?

[pottedplant]

[I hope you weren't expecting anything more complex than a shrug.

Because that is literally all you are getting, Gaius.]

[howveryglib]

… I see. I suppose not everyone would know, even if it is odd.

[pottedplant]

Some people are just weird, I guess.

[like you are one to talk, hairball]

[howveryglib]

[…he nods. That is true.]

Well, in any case, this is a rather unique experience, even if the circumstances could be better.

[pottedplant]

You're not wrong.

[Cool to meet you, but what is going on.]

[howveryglib]

I am sure we will find an explanation at some point, at least. I only hope it is not as dire as it seems.

[pottedplant]

I hope so too.

[A breath in, that he lets out as a sigh.]

I'm worried it will be, though.

[howveryglib]

Even if it is, I imagine it would not be impossible to overcome whatever we are up against. Just be cautious.

[pottedplant]

I guess.

[And he nods at the latter statement.]

And I will.

[howveryglib]

[He nods.]

If you remember anything helpful about what might have brought us here, I would like to hear it, but I imagine you do not. If that is so, I believe I need to keep moving to look for information--but if you encounter trouble, simply seek me out.