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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Comments

[justlikemob]

...I thought you were in high school.

[Now Mob feels a little embarrassed.]

I think they're accurate, judging by mine. I...do like milk.

[picnicked]

[Oh this is just a little lad.]

Yeah? I'm sure you'll grow into a strapping young man if you're drinking a lot of milk.

[justlikemob]

Oh, you...you think so?

[Mob scratches at his nose, a little embarrassed but flattered.]

I mean, I have been working out hoping I'd get a little stronger, so...that'd be nice.

[picnicked]

Yeah! As long as you don't push yourself too hard, that should have you good and ready for a growth spurt soon enough.

[The way Grimmer says this it sounds entirely sincere. I guess he would know since he's very tall.]

[justlikemob]

Ah...that's great...

[Mob is picturing it now: a very tall, buff version of himself. One of these days.]

You're...Grimmer-san, right? You're an investigative journalist?

[picnicked]

I am. The place I'm from was pretty turbulent politically for the past few decades, so I want to make sure the truth about things that happened doesn't get buried.

[justlikemob]

Whoa...that sounds like an important job. You must be pretty brave to do something like that.

[Mob doesn't fully understand history or politics, but he does know that telling the truth about things people might not like is one of the hardest things to do. So Grimmer seems like a strong person, he thinks.]

[namelesslancer]

Don't worry about it. I just stopped growing early.

[ shrugs. let's not talk about why he stopped growing early in front of the young child. ]

Milk is good. Keeps your bones strong.

[justlikemob]

...that can happen to people?

[Mob can't help but fear if someone can stop growing before they're officially an adult.]

Right, I...hope it keeps doing that.

[namelesslancer]

Sometimes. But I'm a bit of a special case, so I'm sure it won't happen to you.

[ anyways, ]

You...like watching the sky?

[justlikemob]

[Man, poor Sigma. Mob hopes it hasn't been too hard on him to stop growing.

Anyway, he gives a small nod to the question.]

Yeah. It's kind of relaxing.

[namelesslancer]

[ sigma nods again, thoughtful. ]

I think it sounds like a nice way to take a nap...on the grass, while watching the sky.