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

[verghese]

[Nick's face twists into a disgusted expression at the mention of 'cannibal'.]

Ew, no. [A pause, and then:] Let's hope we don't have to resort to that in these circumstances. Why is that where your mind leaps to?

[SIGHS. He's going to keep being badgered about this, isn't he?]

Have you watched The Sixth Sense?

[moodwinks]

It seemed like there was plenty of food, but you never know. I'm just covering my bases.

[Also you probably don't want to know what demons eat, profile notwithstanding. Maybe it's a good thing this diner cafeteria doesn't reflect the tastes of individual worlds...? He's really going to miss whatever the hell(!) was going on in the home cuisine, though.]

Something about talking to the dead... but that's spirits, not corpses, so it's more like you'd need somebody to die and be a spirit medium.

[verghese]

You got it. Though...uh, not so much channeling them, more sort of seeing them as they died and having a conversation.

[He shudders involuntarily.]

Believe me, not exactly the most pleasant thing to experience.

[moodwinks]

I guess not? It's pretty normal down where I'm from.

[Demons? Human souls? The nine circles of hell? (Maybe not that, what's sane worldbuilding in a demonic otome game, I ask of you.) It's said more matter-of-factly than anything, though, human mediums kind of run the gamut from poor suckers who stumbled into it right on to professionals and professional swindlers and necromancers and even worse things.

Belphegor nods a little, though, turning things over in their own little hell box.]

No wonder she decided to seal pretty much everything. Messing around with the dead and the ghostly and everyone would make it way too easy. She wants to be the only one with a front-row seat.