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

[jiwoonhak]

[ ...flotsam? ]

It seems all-inclusive to me -- don't tell me they made a pretty girl like you pay for a drink. Maybe you missed your chocolate. [ His fingers run deftly through his hair before he offers the hand to her, his expression coy and playful. ] I could help you look sometime.

[discodancer]

[ Klaasje sets her hand in his daintily, sly amusement shaping the lines of her knowing smile. She knows he knows that she knows what sort of game this is, playful and yet - under these circumstances - charged with something more reckless, dark electricity under the skin.

She can't quite put her finger on it. She wonders if she'll cut herself when she does. ]

A cavalier in lapped armor. Aren't I lucky? [ She so often is. ] If I'm going to be your damsel in a tower, you should call me Klaasje.

[jiwoonhak]

[ Ji-Woon turns their hands so that he can bow his head and place soft kiss to her knuckles. He's enjoying the dance of it all, and even with the promise of death hanging in the air around them, she's proving to be quite the terpsichorean. She exhilarates him.

He doesn't come quite all the way up when he lifts his face again, looking up at her with an expression of endearment... and something else simmering just under the surface. ]

Ji-Woon, my lady of the vault. [ And with a subtle wink. ] But you're no damsel, are you?

[discodancer]

[ It's been a while since she's been handled so deftly. The last few months, it's been all beer breath and work-calloused hands fumbling at her, while there's been pleasure in that, this is as luxurious as clean, smooth sheets and that imaginary chocolate on her pillow.

She lets her eyes go half-lidded and heavy, tilting her head at an angle that accentuates the lean line of her slim neck. She bestows on him the fullness of her attention, just long enough for him to feel it, before she retracts it to the more socially appropriate distance of interested flirtation. ]

Oh, no. [ She sharpens her smile, hand still resting carelessly in his grasp. ] I'm too worldly to be a damsel. Most women are, as soon as we're out of knee high stockings and pleated skirts.

But it's fun to pretend.