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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[magician_0f_words]

[There, on the other chair, is Keiichi Maebara, in the jumpsuit given to them all. He's been watching his own clothes spin in the other machine, silent for a while, not exactly ignoring Ji-Woon, but just being quiet. They're like two posts on a fence, Keiichi thinks.

Of course, he can't keep it up for long. Shifting somewhat uncomfortably, he turns to Ji-Woon. Fenceposts are meant to be connected, right? Maybe words can be like chain links.]

...do you mind if I ask you something? It's gonna be kind of a weird question, though.

[jiwoonhak]

[ Ji-Woon's head lolls towards the noise. His eyes slide from the machine to Keiichi as his hand comes to sweep stray strands back from his forehead.

( Anxiety is rolling off this kid. ) ]

You're not so fond of the prison garb either, hmm?

[magician_0f_words]

[...that doesn't answer his question. The fenceposts remain unconnected.]

It's pretty tacky, isn't it? I'd rather wear my uniform.

[jiwoonhak]

Is that your question? That it's pretty tacky?

[magician_0f_words]

[...]

It's not. My question is... have you been having... strange dreams?

[jiwoonhak]

[ ...

Ji-Woon considers him, and then offers only: ]

Yes.

[magician_0f_words]

...I've been having some too. They didn't really feel like just dreams, you know? I knew they were real.

[Briefly, his eyes go cold and dead and angry, but it goes away as he runs a hand through his hair.]

Sorry. I told you it'd be a weird question.

[jiwoonhak]

[ His fingers drum across the plastic once more before he becomes uncannily still. ]

Give me more to work with.

[magician_0f_words]

[Maybe Keiichi should be more closed off, but... he's already this far, so he might as well drive his fence metaphor the rest of the way into the ground. That's what you do with fenceposts?]

I've been dreaming of home. Of what's been happening without me. [Fists? Clenched.] Everything's going to hell.

[jiwoonhak]

And you believe it?

[magician_0f_words]

I do. I completely believe it.

[He maintains eye contact. Chain links... constructing!!!]

It's not the craziest thing to happen, right? There's a giant red panda and a robot that's three million years old, we're all from different worlds and been dragged to some kind of apocalyptic version of America, and I've even gotten hit with some kind of magic spell when I tried to kill her.

[He manages to pack a whoooole lot of hate and murderous intent into a single pronoun.]

How couldn't I believe it? It just makes too much sense.

[jiwoonhak]

[ …Motherfucker, he just keeps going. The chain links are binding. Keiichi’s just too funny. ]

You believe all that is possible, but not that our dreams are manipulations? We’re sitting ducks in a killing game, Keiichi, and no one has fallen yet. Don’t you think it’s natural for her to send out a little… encouragement?

[ Ji-Woon breaks their eye contact, turning his attention again to the spinning display of water and color. ]

It doesn’t really matter, does it? Someone will die soon.

[magician_0f_words]

[Keiichi looks at Ji-Woon for a bit longer, and then turns back to his own clothes spinning in the other machine.]

...yeah. [He lets out a breath. Not a sigh, just an exhalation.] You're right. Someone's definitely going to die soon.

[jiwoonhak]

[ With a dull interest: ] Any guesses?

[magician_0f_words]

Nick or Wolfgang. Maybe both.

[jiwoonhak]

[ His smile is lazy and mirthless. ] Why?

[magician_0f_words]

They're two of the people listed down as having investigative skills. Why them in particular...

[The sound of the washing machines is kind of deafening, isn't it?]

Nick acts like a cop, which is basically asking for it, and Wolfgang is good at getting people to listen to him, so if he's dead he can't help organize the investigation.

[jiwoonhak]

And your theories as to their perpetrators?

[magician_0f_words]

I don't have any. It could basically be anyone, couldn't it?

[jiwoonhak]

Even you? [ Why is it this that makes the smile reach his eyes. ] Even me?

[magician_0f_words]

[He nods.]

Yeah. I don't think we would've been brought here if we weren't... [1500 seconds.] ...deemed capable of murder.

[jiwoonhak]

Mmm. [ The noise curls deep in his throat. ] You aren’t new to considering yourself capable, then.

[magician_0f_words]

[He glances away from the washing machines, and back to Ji-Woon. He's struck, suddenly, by the realization that he's been having this conversation with a man who's wearing only a towel.]

I'm not, but neither are you, right? You've been talking about all this way too casually for the idea to have never occurred to you.

[jiwoonhak]

I think anyone trapped here who denies it is marking themselves an obvious liar. [ Ji-Woon gestures, vaguely. An inviting go on. ] What was your personal epiphany of capability?

[magician_0f_words]

[Keiichi crosses his arms, looking back to the washing machines. Speak, or don't? Share, or keep a secret? His mouth opens and words flow.]

A friend of mine was being bothered by someone. [An understatement so massive it makes Keiichi want to claw out his own throat.] The rest of us didn't know how to stop him, but I realized that we were all overlooking a pretty simple fact. That he was only alive because we were letting him live.

[1500 seconds. Tick tock, and the sound of closely following footsteps echoes in Keiichi's head.]

And we... I could just decide not to.