WEEK 1 MINGLE

[vault_tech]

'cuz it's a sin to tell a lie.

Week 1

As you sleep, you find your mind plagued with strange dreams. You’re still trapped, of course, there’s no way to avoid that, even in the comfort of your own mind, but you’re alone. Utterly alone. The radios and jukeboxes scattered around the place all spring to life, as if they’re speaking to you directly. On the other end, you see people talk about you. From your own perspective, it can’t have been more than… 48 hours since you were taken. From the perspectives of those on the outside, the times don’t match up nearly so well. It might have been days. It might have been weeks. It might have been months.

The voices discuss you. They discuss the way things have changed. They talk about how you just suddenly disappeared without a trace. Maybe they’re glad, glad that you weren’t around to see what happened without you. Or maybe they’re angry. Maybe they know that it was your fault. If only you’d been there, none of this would have happened. If you’d met up with that friend, they wouldn’t have died. If you’d been there to save her, things would have been different. If you had apologized, maybe… or if you hadn’t abandoned your responsibilities…

You don’t get the specifics either way. Your dream - or vision, it leaves your imagination to do all the work. But there’s one thing you can be absolutely sure of.

You are running out of time.

Well, what’s there to be glum about? The vault is your home now, lovingly prepared by Vault-Tec™! Who cares what some ghosts from the past have to say about you, eh? It’s not like you’ll ever see them again.

And no matter how deeply you were sleeping, The Overseer’s voice sounds out on the intercom and seems to wake you immediately.

“Hello, lovelies. We’ve decided to be extra generous to all of you, so we bring some good news for a change. I’m sure in the last few days, you’ve gotten pretty sick of that walled off little cellblock you’re cramped in, so you’ll be positively giddy to learn that we’ve prepared and unlocked the rest of the first level for you all to explore to your heart’s content. If you’ve given up on ever getting out of here, make yourself at home. If you haven’t, well, there’s plenty of fun and interesting tools to integrate into your work whenever you decide to take advantage the former group’s complete lack of initiative or willpower.

Oh, and before I forget… check the common room before you go.”

With that particularly nasty announcement, you will find that the doors that locked the rest of this floor off to you have all been opened up. And in addition to that, the profiles have been made public, joining the rules as framed pictures in the common room.

And if you wish to contact your Overseer or her robotic assistant, you are free to stop for a chat.

NAVIGATION

Vault 113: a short-run murdergame

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TUESDAY

[vault_tech]

investigation

[howveryglib]

[Well, okay. It is time to work on Doing Things to Get The Hell Out of This Place. Unfortunately, Gaius is having some... problems. He noticed it earlier in the week but now he's making more of an actual attempt to take note of things. As he goes throughout his day he keeps... accidentally shoulder checking door frames and stumbling over chair legs. He might accidentally shoulder check you? At least if he does, well...]

Ah--forgive me, I am... feeling somewhat off balance.

[first the shadowhunter thing and now this... he's feeling so cringe. admittedly he has felt like that ever since he blew up his own castrum. but you know. he should probably make himself useful and investigate... so he'll check out the storeroom, both to see what they're working with and uh... to take a much closer look at things given the fact that it looks like something Happened here.

After that, he's going to try and get a shower because he is in... 'civilization...' and should therefore try and keep himself clean and presentable. Communal showers... now that's a blast from the past. It also becomes apparent why he's been keeping his arms all bandaged up because they're covered in horrible looking burn scars! The left is way worse than the right, but they're both kind of bad... at least no one is probably going to be weird about it. Probably.]

throughout the day

[theinstigator]

[ Gaius does shoulder-check Ruby, but she doesn't really stumble much or anything. ]

No worries.

[ And she would leave it at that, and go about her business, except that she doesn't really have anything else to do, and this isn't the first time she's seen him bump into things. ]

...You all right? Do you need any water or anything?

[howveryglib]

I do not feel ill, simply…

[he thinks about it.]

…

I wonder what precisely counts when they are talking about “powers.”

[theinstigator]

Well, you're supposed to get them back. [ apparently. according to the rules. ] But I'm not really sure. That's the stuff in stories, right? Flight and laser vision and whatever.

...Don't tell me you can fly?

[ ianthe showed up in a pool of blood. anything's possible, ruby supposes. ]

[howveryglib]

Oh, absolutely not. It is simply…

[he kind of taps his head next to his weird forehead doohickey.]

My people have what some might term an alternative set of senses. Unlike those who have the ability to manipulate aether, we have somewhat enhanced spatial perception. That has not exactly been my strong suit for the past few days…

[theinstigator]

[ That's the coolest thing Ruby has ever heard. Manipulate aether? Enhanced spatial perception? Like -

A ship out at sea. And flanking her, the soldiers. ]

What do you see? I'm sorry they've cut you off.

[howveryglib]

It is less about seeing, necessarily—I imagine our vision would be about the same, barring the fact that very few can understand what it is like to see the world through the eyes of another. But it was far easier for me to understand where things were in relation to me without necessarily looking at them prior to my arrival.

I imagine you have habits based on your lived experience that give you a more limited form of it, given that I do not see other peoples tripping over everything they do not actively spend time looking for.

throughout the day

[anarchia]

[A shoulder check into Carnivac is no problem for him, it’s probably worse for Gaius to be walking and suddenly met with metal.]

Are you alright?

[howveryglib]

[…yeah ouch : ( well, he’s not going to complain because he’s cool okay.]

I believe I am fine—simply a bit disoriented. I should get over it in short order.

[anarchia]

[Well he’ll trust the organic to know more about this than he does, but still it’s a cause for mild concern. Can’t have him falling about the place, now.]

Do you know of any reason why?

[howveryglib]

I think one of my senses may have been deemed a “power” for whatever reason and has been deliberately impaired.

[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE…]

[anarchia]

That sounds like a significant adjustment to make.

[Losing a whole sense is no small deal!]

It begs the question whether these restrictions are truly meant to level the playing field, or just another form of punishment.

[He's mad because he can't go woof mode.]

[howveryglib]

I imagine it may have provided me an advantage, given that it makes it a bit more difficult to ambush. Nevertheless, the fact that I have lived with it my whole life makes not having it... difficult.

[anarchia]

And now you’ve been made an easier target. It’s far from fair.

[Said with a great load of resentment for the situation.]

Will you need any assistance?

Investigation, sorry for the delay!!

[vault_tech]

[ Going into the destroyed part of the storeroom gives the impression that someone has made an attempt to clean up and then quickly realized that the destruction was too much for that. The area smells.. bad. Someone's made an attempt to scrub the scorch marks off the floor (not successful), but the air still remains heavy with a lingering scent of sulfur.

The epicenter of whatever happened here appears to be back left corner of the room.

What's Gaius checking out specifically? The marks, the remaining shelves? ]

[howveryglib]

[He's going to start with the marks because such devastation...]

[vault_tech]

[ It's the center which has seen the most of the cleaning effort and if Gaius examines really closely, he'll be able to still detect a lingering scent of detergent through all the sulfur. The clean-up wasn't that long ago.

Following the mess to the edges, the marks are less frequently disturbed by cleaning attempts. It makes it obvious that they are speckled with the occasional red smudges... Blood. ]

[howveryglib]

[HM. HOW... OMINOUS... such devastation looks like it was someone's intention.

let's start checking the surrounding shelves then. is there anything that might provide more clues as to what happened here?]

[vault_tech]

[ There is nothing noteworthy on top of the shelves. The random assortment of items looks as haphazard as it always has. But since he is examining more closely, Gaius may notice that there is something under the shelves closest to the site of the destruction.

Bottlecaps. There are bottlecaps under the shelves. ]

[howveryglib]

[bottlecaps? why bottlecaps.

he'll... check 'em out. do they seem to be any particular kind of soda? (oocly i know what's up but gaius doesn't.)]

[vault_tech]

[ It's Nuka-Cola™, of course! ]

[yuritrash]

[ Nio has settled into a sort of rhythm surprisingly quickly here! Insofar as there's a rhythm to settle into with so much downtime. She's not used to having so little to do with herself, so she spends most of her time wandering and observing the others. What's she supposed to do, sit around in the common room and read a bunch of comics?

Oh wait, she's doing that. ]

So these are the kinds of comics they like in America, huh?

[ Okay, well, later on she's actually back by the laundry room, just sort of. Waiting for her jumpsuit to wash. When you have two outfits to choose from, you have to alternate! So she's sitting on top of the washing machine, flipping through a book. If anyone comes by, she'll wave. ]

Do you think we could ask for more outfits? I'm a little tired of doing laundry every day already.

[ And much later on, like at three in the morning or something, she can be found leaving the showers! She's toweling her hair off, but the showers are empty behind her. ]

Hey there! Still up, huh?

laundry room

[nambu]

[ REAL. though finn hasn't tried the jumpsuit yet, so he's basically washing the same suit everyday at some ungodly hour in the morning. ]

Have you tried having a talk with Ianthe about it?

common room let's go it's GROGNAK TIME and stuff

[moodwinks]

America...?

[Belphegor is normally found in the common room when he isn't roaming about -- he's either bedded down in his own place or here, but given the couches are comfortable and there's plenty within arm's reach, he doesn't mind spending some of his waking (and napping) hours here.

So Nio reading doesn't disturb him from his lazy doze, but her talking does; it prompts him to roll over and squint at her upside down, which looks funny given that his horns are now digging into the couch cushions.

Blink. Blink. Hmmm.]

Sure. If you believe the witch. I mean, these types of comics are pretty popular anywhere, but the movies... We're talking about the hero stuff and not Grognak, right.

[He did sort of. Rifle through? He's been in here enough. But he's not really gotten hooked on anything in particular.]