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

[howveryglib]

...ah.

[he. he went through all of the previous day introducing himself as Shadowhunter... and now his name's just... right there...]

...I see.

[...it IS accurate, too... he feels a little self-conscious now. He picked it because it was accurate but it also sounded kind of cool, but now it feels a little like he was trying too hard...]

[picnicked]

Something wrong?

[Dude there's no way anyone thought that was your actual name.]

[howveryglib]

...I doubt it is an issue.

[he sighs and shakes his head. he didn't expect anyone to believe it and was clear that it was an alias, but...]

I was, perhaps, a bit overly cautious about my identity for no real reason...

[ocenon]

[ Whatever awkwardness Gaius is feeling is completely ignored as Richard gets a good look at his profile. ]

Are dragons common enough where you are that being "jumpscared" by them is something that occurs often?

[howveryglib]

...

The term is unfamiliar to me, but they mostly reside in Dravania. I simply had the misfortune of being caught off guard by the father of dragons and an eikon in the form of a massive wyrm...

[ocenon]

[ He's standing there, barely containing himself as he vibrates with the excitement of the mere idea of fighting the father of dragons. ]

What is an "eikon?" Some sort of spirit?

[howveryglib]

Indeed. If you are unfamiliar with them, more's the better--they are false gods summoned through zealotry and massive amounts of aether. Their effects on their surroundings would be enough of a problem, but they are capable of enslaving mortals body and soul and brainwashing them into fervent believers, to the point where the only true resource for such victims is death.

[ocenon]

[ oh, kind of like the fake rider! that's fun. ]

And one came to you along with – was it the father of all dragons? That must have been a legendary fight!

[howveryglib]

They were separate instances. I was the head of an invading fleet of airships when Midgardsormr arose from Silvertear Lake to decimate our forces and destroy our massive new flagship…

[SIGH…]

The incident with Bahamut was years later and its impacts were far more destructive.

[ocenon]

[ KYAAAAAAA, GAIUS, YOU'RE SO COOL.~~~~ ]

And were both dragons dealt with, in their separate times?

[howveryglib]

Yes, though with Midgardsormr it was more of a mutual loss. Bahamut was only defeated after he had caused massive devastation to the realm, but he was defeated in the end.

[yuritrash]

[ Eyes shining: ]

What's a gunblade?

[howveryglib]

[huh, they don't have them everywhere? this shard stuff is weird.]

It is both fairly self-explanatory and more complex than you may think from the name. It is effectively a gun barrel combined with the hilt of a sword, and the bullets can be used both in their standard purpose and as a means of enchanting the blade. The Hrothgar of Bozja are able to imbue their bullets with their own aether, though we Garleans use various ceruleum concoctions for that purpose.

[yuritrash]

Whoah... sounds like something out of an anime or something! How cool!

[howveryglib]

...I am not entirely sure what that is, but they are quite versatile, yes.

[is this something the kids like these days... maybe on other shards???]

[yuritrash]

Where I come from, you have to pick between a gun or a sword, which seems inconvenient when you think about it. No wonder no one uses a good sword anymore!

[howveryglib]

It does seem like a shame, yes. Granted, there are those who only use guns or swords back home as well, so there is still a matter of personal preference as to which discipline you wish to pursue.

[yuritrash]

Huh! Fighting's not really my scene, but it's still interesting to hear this sort of thing.

[howveryglib]

Ah, I am glad I am not boring you, then. I have been told I can be a bit long-winded at times.