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

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Comments

[nambu]

I gave it one. [ heh, and he's pretty proud of the name. ] Patience - you know the game? Also called solitaire in some places.

[howveryglib]

I do not believe I do, though it may exist where I am from under a different name.

[is it anything like triple triad...]

[nambu]

Sure, probably. It's common enough - one of those card games you play by yourself if you need something to do with your hands while you think - or just, I guess, a quiet moment.

[ not something he does a lot still, but it helped when he was newly orphaned and lonely. ]

There are some cards in the armory, but I couldn't find even close to a full deck. They look something like this - [ he takes out his 2 of Spades. ]

[howveryglib]

Ah, I see… I do not believe I am familiar with those kinds, no. I imagine you would need a full deck to learn how to play, then…

[nambu]

For a legit experience, sure. But who cares about that here, right? Just make do.

I’ll - [ he pauses for a moment, thinking. ] Uh, I can ask someone who’s better at wording things to write down the rules and how to play. If you want? In return, tell me something you do in your spare time.

[howveryglib]

It certainly could not hurt to have an extra way to pass the time.

[speaking of… hm. That’s kind of a tough question…]

I cannot say I have had much spare time of late, though I enjoy listening to the radio. I did enjoy putting together model kits in the past, but there is little point in doing that while traveling…

[nambu]

Model kits? Ah-ha, you mean like building mini-Patiences and Kanons. That’s kinda neat.

[howveryglib]

Something of the sort, but my subjects tend to be larger. I have known many engineers in my life, so it was difficult not to get at least a bit interested in machines, even if I leave the actual engineering to them.

[nambu]

Larger? [ uh kanon is pretty big. ] How large are we talking here?

[howveryglib]

Ah, the size of vehicles, mostly.

[nambu]

[ put together by one person??? by hand??? ]

Oh - wait, those the "Warmachina" on your profile thing? I thought they were something else completely.

[howveryglib]

Ah, basically, yes.

[though, he’s thinking…]

…what were you thinking, exactly?

[nambu]

Y'know, actual war machines. Stuff for combat and uh, killing?

[ he's not judging or anything. ]