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.

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Vault 113: a short-run murdergame

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Comments

[laughingfox]

[okay, there’s an amused snort at that remark about the accuracy.

an artist though… hm.]

Ah, kinda? It’s something I picked up because I found it fun. [a shrug.] There usually wasn’t much else to do when we weren’t on a sortie, so I had a lot of time to practice.

[theinstigator]

Then you're more of an artist.

[ That's what Tommy would say, at least. Thinking about him makes her chest tighten in a way that has nothing to do with this week's dreams, Ruby tells herself. It's just hard to say goodbye sometimes. ]

You're doing it for fun, not for money. Can I see what you're working on?

[laughingfox]

...Is that how it works?

[Being an artist to earn wages was certainly his first thought, but even as someone who drew for fun, it still felt weird to have the title of artist appended to him. There's a blink at the question though, before he shrugs a little and tucks the pen behind his ear.]

Sure, I guess. It's mostly been pictures of people so far, but maybe I'll swap to something else later when I get bored of this.

[He'll tilt the notebook over in her direction, showing a rough sketch of her as she tinkers with the radio. It's fairly detailed, all things considered, but there's probably also a sense that he was focusing more on capturing her pose rather than the more minute aspects.]