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

[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....]

[modularized]

Maybe they'll discover the secrets to alien technology under the ground someday.

[namelesslancer]

That's...what Atlantis was, right?

[verghese]

Atlantis is underwater. Not underground.

[yuritrash]

No, I think that's Journey to the Center of the Earth... Atlantis is in the Bermuda Triangle, right? It's underwater.

[picnicked]

You're thinking of Agartha I think.

[moodwinks]

Oh, I remember that from the plot of So I Drowned In A Freak Accident And Was Reincarnated As A Dragon King But It Turns Out My Sister Was Ruling The Underseas Kingdom The Whole Time And Now I’m The Pretender To The Throne But She Secretly Wants to Marry Me?!

... I was forced to watch it.

[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.

[picnicked]

Ah.
[Well.]

I guess, but the idea of them actually being real is still pretty new to me. You mean to say you think that there's people here from universes where magic is real?

[verghese]

[Nick can't help but let out a short "HAH!". He tries to return to a neutral expression.]

Yeah, I would wager as much. Or places where your average Joe doesn't know that magic exists.

[He rubs the back of his neck, looking back towards the profiles.]

[picnicked]

People can be pretty monstruous even without magic, I don't want to think about what sort of things happen in worlds where it exists.

[A pause.]
... I guess this is what happens.

[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.

[verghese]

...but I want to ask questions....

[sourtime]

Yeah, I can tell.