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

PCs

CHECK-INS

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Comments

[picnicked]

[Grimmer's looking a tad bit more serious today. He's looking a bit in confused as he scans the profiles.]

I feel like knowing your age is the least impressive part about this. Anyone who can access government records could know that. It's the more person things that concern me.

[namelesslancer]

Considering the situation, it doesn't feel that surprising.

[ or maybe sigma just has a high tolerance for absolutely outrageous bullshit. could be both, in fact. ]

But it does show they looked into our lives before bringing us here.

[picnicked]

That's exactly it. It suggests they were watching us all for some time before we came here. That amount of premeditation suggests a high level of planning.

[namelesslancer]

I had already figured that would be the case. There's no way to orchestrate this with just pure dumb luck. This confirms it.

[ ... ]

A lot of us have fighting knowledge.

[picnicked]

[Why're you saying that to me I hate fighting and definitely have never killed a man!!!]

I suppose so! They're kind of giving mixed signals with the choices they're making.

[namelesslancer]

Does it? To me it seems very obvious.

[ sigma tilts his head owlishly, staring up at grimmer ]

It seems they're setting up a pool of possible easy victims like bait for a fish. Though considering The Overseer's personality, she's most likely thrown a couple wild cards in the mix to surprise us.

[picnicked]

Mm, this definitely suggests that, but if that was the goal, why take people's weapon's away?

[namelesslancer]

There's two possibilities, both of which I believe are true.

[ he holds one finger up. ]

If we have our weapons, we may be able to kill her and take over the machine that supposedly brought us here.

[ he holds a second finger up. ]

She's crazy. Me hypothetically pulling a gun out and killing someone in their sleep is too easy, and therefore boring.

[picnicked]

That's assuming she's behind all of this, which I'm not entirely convinced is the case. She doesn't seem the type to pull off a prolonged surveillance period.

[namelesslancer]

She doesn't have to be. Even if she's getting direction from someone above, that doesn't mean that she doesn't have the leeway to decide how to run...whatever this is.

[picnicked]

That's true! Well. Regardless of her reasons, I can't exactly complain about it. The fewer weapons that are lying around here, the better.

[namelesslancer]

That just means that they'll have to be creative to make a weapon.

[ it's not impossible, actually. ]

[picnicked]

Sure, but that still makes it less likely that someone's going to act. Or at least, it'll take longer. Gives us all time to get a sense of each other.

[namelesslancer]

That's an optimistic way of looking at it.

[ when there's a will, there's unfortunately a way. ]

[picnicked]

When you're in a tough situation, sometimes staying optimistic is the most important thing you can do, I think!

[modularized]

I bet some of this information is super classified even then, though. So not just anyone who can access government records, but the extra secret shady stuff too?

[ or they got the info some other way. ]

[picnicked]

Possibly, yeah. Which given that we're all from different places, seems almost impossible.

[HRM.]

[modularized]

Maybe it's someone really good at hacking and electronic warfare stuff...?

[ doubt. ]

[picnicked]

That would require everyone to be from places where all records have been digitized.

[modularized]

[ ... ]

Magic is way too much. I don't like it.

[ this, presumably, is both the most viable option and the one that sucks the most. ]

[picnicked]

[He laughs.]

It certainly feels like it's making this whole situation more complicated!

[modularized]

What even are the rules to magic? It's not fun when you don't know what is or isn't supposed to happen!

[picnicked]

[He laughs.]

Yeah, you can't really come up with a counter strategy without knowing what rules your opponent is playing with.

[moodwinks]

There's a witch and a robot in charge. And that's just the ones we can see.

[He is taking this in stride. It's annoying, but also, gestures at his all of him, and everything.]

[picnicked]

That's true. Honestly I wouldn't even believe that much if I hadn't seen Ianthe appear the way she did.

[So he defaulted to normie logic.]