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vault1132023-04-10 05:36 pm
WEEK 1 MINGLE
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.
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... But, yeah. You're right. How long have these assholes been watching us?
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[ Deena's attitude rolls over Klaasje like a hissing wave over smooth, implacable stone. ]
Longer than we'd probably want to know about.
I could ask, if you want.
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[ She smiles, like it's funny. ]
And I'd ask her secretary first.
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[ Deena's expression stays dark. The storminess isn't necessarily directed at Klaasje, or anyone in the room for that matter -- it's just a general discontent that might be reflected outward at practically any stimulus. ]
You know what? Fuck it. If you're going already, sure.
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Anything else you want to know? Saves time, clustering questions.
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[ Her office, her problem. She's not a fan of Kanon either, but Kanon didn't allow her to keep doing her dumb dramatic teen threats at her over a mistaken identity, so Ianthe is getting the most heat for now! ]
... Why us?
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[ There's a tinge of empathy in Klaasje's eyes. Not too much, though. That's a way to stung on these particular prickles. ]
Looking at these...it feels arbitrary, doesn't it? What do we all have in common?
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Yeah, I have no idea. We're not even all human... apparently. But how would they have this wall if we'd actually showed up at random?
[ The profile wall appears to have been done overnight, but thanks to her time period and lack of internet interest she's picturing research that involves actual legwork and conversation with others. It would be a huge undertaking to do for 25 people. ]
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I don't know.
[ She has a few guesses. That's all they are. ]
It is shitty luck, whatever the answer is.
Most of you don't seem that bad.
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[ She continues in a louder tone of voice. ]
... Thanks, I guess. For passing it along. And for putting yourself alone in a room with that creepazoid.
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[ The sad old state of the world. ]
You're welcome.
As for her, I don't know. I've seen worse. [ A sly twist of her mouth. ] I used to work at a bank.
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She half-recognizes the look on Deena's face. She'll take it for the victory it is. ]