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Vault 113 Mods ([personal profile] vault_tech) wrote in [community profile] vault1132023-04-10 05:36 pm

WEEK 1 MINGLE

'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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sourtime: (the best friend)

[personal profile] sourtime 2023-04-11 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
No offense, but the best case scenario for my business being blown up on a wall is still pretty goddamn worrying.

... But, yeah. You're right. How long have these assholes been watching us?
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[personal profile] discodancer 2023-04-11 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
No offense taken.

[ 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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[personal profile] sourtime 2023-04-11 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
You mean in her office?
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[personal profile] discodancer 2023-04-11 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
We're not exactly on housecall terms.

[ She smiles, like it's funny. ]

And I'd ask her secretary first.
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[personal profile] sourtime 2023-04-11 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, totally. You wouldn't want to be rude.

[ 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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[personal profile] discodancer 2023-04-11 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It makes sense. Who could expect a teenage girl to tolerate all of this with aplomb? ]

Anything else you want to know? Saves time, clustering questions.
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[personal profile] sourtime 2023-04-11 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
You mean, like, besides what the hell her problem is.

[ 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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[personal profile] discodancer 2023-04-11 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a good one.

[ 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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[personal profile] sourtime 2023-04-11 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Shitty luck?

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. ]
Edited 2023-04-11 23:52 (UTC)
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[personal profile] discodancer 2023-04-12 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ The fastest means of communication where Klaasje comes from is the radio wave, and that only extends so far, can carry only so much. What she's picturing is closer to Deena's imaginings than some other people's might be. ]

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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[personal profile] sourtime 2023-04-12 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Well, bad things happen to good people.

[ 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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[personal profile] discodancer 2023-04-12 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
And good things to bad.

[ 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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[personal profile] sourtime 2023-04-12 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Deena lapses into silence at this point, but, for a little while after the last remark, her features relax. Its about as close to a smile as she's going to go, under the circumstances. ]
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[personal profile] discodancer 2023-04-12 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Klaasje slips back into reading the profiles naturally, letting the conversation rest at its natural stopping point.

She half-recognizes the look on Deena's face. She'll take it for the victory it is. ]