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

etch-a-sketchy let's go

[moodwinks]

[Belphegor spends a decent amount of time in the common room, all told -- the couches are comfy, the reading material isn't The Worst even if it's as outdated as everything else and if he's feeling lazy there's even audio dramas; moreover, if he's feeling like entertainment all he has to do is open his eyes half the time. Case in point.

That said, he's been more reclusive since the week started; while he's not the only one, it does mean he wanders in through the door instead of having already claimed a couch, and manages to spot the Ianthe portrait first of all.



He spends a good deal of time adding what looks like either a very large shrimp or a very small replica of Jupiter to the top of her head -- it's frankly impossible to tell in the scribbles -- and he still isn't done by the time he picks things up and comes over to see what Theo is working on.]

Oh? Are you going to draw portraits of everybody and just scatter them around for everybody to do what they want? I thought we already had those.

[He means the profile frames. Of course, Ianthe is lacking one, so that one makes perfect sense. ☆]

[laughingfox]

[That sketch sure is getting some mileage what with how Belphegor is going at it. Either way, Theo is pretty content to let him do his thing as he continues to work on his sketch (those horns are still really weird to him no matter how many times he sees them though), up until the point where he's actually approached. It takes him a moment to get what Belphegor is getting at, but once he does he just shrugs as he peeks up from the notebook.]

Huh? No, I'm just doing these because I want to. It's not like there's much else to do around here, and playing these games on your own would be pretty sad.

[moodwinks]

Hmm. I wouldn't have pictured you as an artist if I didn't see your profile already.

[Theo just doesn't seem the type, really, maybe it's the energy or the rudeness or just that he's way too used to either jocks or nerds and very little in-between; the Devildom is a place of extremes. Belphegor squints at the portrait of he himself.]

But you're not bad. [he adds another leg to the Jupiter shrimp that is rapidly evolving into some kind of millepedal monstrosity] I don't miss sitting for portraits or anything, but it was kind of funny to see what happened depending on the artist... I think the tail is too small.

[To be fair, the tail is way too hard to fit into the profile frame. He swishes it; it's always longer and swishier than expected.]

... Are there any recognizable games?

[laughingfox]

[Just a brief glance over at Belphegor working on his spectacular space shrimp masterpiece on Ianthe's head. What the hell is he looking at... but then he's distracted by the tail swish because it's a good reminder that Belphegor's whole thing is not actually a weird costume he put on for shits and giggles!!]

Well sorry, but I don't usually run into people who run around with tails. [Although there is a cat at their barracks that he sketches occasionally, but Belphegor doesn't know that (probably).]

I dunno, there's cards? I didn't bother looking through most of the board games because I wouldn't know the majority of them anyway.

[moodwinks]

Then you should probably practice.

[Yeah, his tail is real!! Be grateful for his generosity as he focuses on his drawing (as much focus as it needs, really, which is apparently a lot because scribble art is Hard), but also sneaks his tail over to tap meaningfully on the notebook. The end is actually large and fluffy enough to cover the entire notebook, so he just uses the tip, apparently not caring if any color gets on it.

He eventually retracts it when he looks up again.]

Board games usually come with the rules, I don't know if Devildom card games would work with the decks here... Hmm.

[Seems more like idle musing than a real hankering for game night, but he does lazily scan the shelves.]