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

RULES

GAME INFO

LOCATIONS

PROFILES

IC RULES

MURDER

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Comments

[moodwinks]

Most of us have more than three or four skills, and I'd hope those didn't get taken away same as powers. You sure you still have them?

[Belphegor is definitely just curiously moseying here and there amongst the profiles, taking advantage of the fact that people are judging their own and everyone else's to... collect more information? He's totally here for informational purposes and not because he thinks people's expressions are funny.]

[verghese]

[He pauses for a moment, frowning.]

I wouldn't know, actually. Unless you showed me a corpse.

[And he looks at the profiles again, trying to figure out which one is...ah. Okay.]

You're not...actually the demon Belphegor, are you?

[picnicked]

Come on now, that's gotta be some sort of code name. Other people's have them too, right?

[Gesturing at Sigma for example.]

[verghese]

But--I mean, yeah, but also, these ages--they're kind of, um....off?

[picnicked]

[Look he's trying to not just jump to the "wizards did it" solution just because apparently time travel is real now.]

Clerical error?

[verghese]

...Sure. We can say the robot was off by a couple million years.

[namelesslancer]

An alien...?

[verghese]

[Nick points towards Carnivac's profile.]

I mean, clearly he's been on Earth, if it says he likes Alaska.

[namelesslancer]

Aliens can come to Earth. Isn't that what all the stuff about crop circles is about?

[verghese]

I think so? But personally, I think the crop circles are just people being bored and making patterns in their crops and claiming aliens did it.

[They're getting so off track....]

[picnicked]

Frankly the age isn't even the weirdest thing about that profile...

[The weirdest is that its a robot.]

[verghese]

Do you remember what the robot at the meeting said yesterday? The--Uh, not this one, the other one, with Ianthe. They had something called the.... [He glances down at a crumpled note in his hand.] Supreme Noah's-Arc Alternative Reality Transportation. She said that's what brought us all here, so we're probably all from different planes.

[picnicked]

Planes?

[Sir do you see me here in my 90s dad sweater do you think I know that dnd jargon.]

[verghese]

You know, like...realms? [Makes a vague, wiggly gesture with his hand.] Worlds? Universes? Whatever you call it.

[sourtime]

Oh, so the robot part is totally normal?

[verghese]

Hey--I didn't say it was! But frankly, given the circumstances, there's been a lot of weird shit happening!

[sourtime]

Yeah, well, newsflash -- all kinds of weird, impossible shit's been happening. [ honestly she's still not over resasuke, which makes this both hypocritical and based in experience! ] And I, I get you want to make it make sense... but maybe you can't. Maybe you have to just go, okay, there's a giant fucking robot and he's three million years old, and that guy's a demon, and you move on.

1/2

[moodwinks]

Huh?? A corpse?

[Why does he seem more surprised by that than anything else. Well. All things considered....]

... Don’t tell me you also want to be a necromancer?

2/2

[moodwinks]

[The actual question makes him snicker, though. He is not even trying to stifle it.]

Wait, what, so you think there’s all those demons you’ve heard of, and then a bunch of demons running around pretending to be them? [...] I mean, it’s demon-like, but most demons know better than to mess with the student council.

[The student council. Yep.]

[verghese]

Well, yeah. I've-- [A pause.] No, I'm not trying to be a necromancer. Never mind, it's not important.

[It feels SO stupid to say "I can see ghosts" out loud. Especially since, up until recently, he didn't think they were ghosts.]

Okay. So Belphegor is a nickname, right? How old are you, actually?

[moodwinks]

Considering we’re here to make corpses and play around with corpses, according to the so-called necromancer, it might end up being important.

[You’re not getting off quite that easy. ☆ You are literally talking to a demon, Officer Nick pls.]

Belphegor’s just my name, you should get used to it. And I’ve already said, it’s been enough years that I’ve forgotten. Not a million, but not just a thousand.

[Shrugs in being potentially younger than the robot, does that give you a reasonable idea (no).]

[verghese]

[Sure. Throw demons into the mix. Why the fuck not? Life is already so goddamn weird.]

Well, if you are an actual demon, you're the first one who hasn't tried to kill me immediately.

[And also, only the second demon he's actually met. He lets out a huff, crossing his arms.]

It should only become important if any of us die. And, again, not a necromancer.

[Normal things that a non-necromancer might say.]

[moodwinks]

Killing people is stupidly complicated here.

[Why does he sound like he's sulking. He's definitely pouting about it.]

That witch may not be a demon, but she's got a trick or two for tempting people, so it's only a matter of time. [tilting his head curiously] So, not a necromancer, then... coroner? Cannibal? Mortician?

[verghese]

[Nick's face twists into a disgusted expression at the mention of 'cannibal'.]

Ew, no. [A pause, and then:] Let's hope we don't have to resort to that in these circumstances. Why is that where your mind leaps to?

[SIGHS. He's going to keep being badgered about this, isn't he?]

Have you watched The Sixth Sense?

[moodwinks]

It seemed like there was plenty of food, but you never know. I'm just covering my bases.

[Also you probably don't want to know what demons eat, profile notwithstanding. Maybe it's a good thing this diner cafeteria doesn't reflect the tastes of individual worlds...? He's really going to miss whatever the hell(!) was going on in the home cuisine, though.]

Something about talking to the dead... but that's spirits, not corpses, so it's more like you'd need somebody to die and be a spirit medium.