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

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Comments

[namelesslancer]

[ this is such a weird game? ]

What happens if it's game over?

[magician_0f_words]

Depends. Sometimes nothing, but I think we should have a penalty game for everybody who loses. I dunno, maybe if you lose you have to talk like a maid for the rest of the day or something?

[Not having Mion's holy artifacts (cat ear headbands and other novelty costume items) really lowers the stakes.]

[jiwoonhak]

…so then, a game that punishes the player for having life experience?

[magician_0f_words]

If you want to look at it like that, then I guess so?

[He crosses his arms.]

But what really matters right now is whether you're in or not.

[jiwoonhak]

I’m in if you come up with a better penalty.

[magician_0f_words]

[Now he's really feeling the loss of the holy artifacts.]

...it'd be easier to come up with something if we weren't stuck in this stupid vault. Does anyone else have any ideas?

[namelesslancer]

Come up with it yourself.

[ instead of making the 14 year old do it???? ]

[jiwoonhak]

Why not let the winner choose the losers' fate once the game is over? We'll all be victims to their whims and none the wiser until it's too late.

[namelesslancer]

Too broad.

[jiwoonhak]

[ Coward. ]

[picnicked]

We could modify it to just play as long as you like, since there's no risk of alcohol poisoning!

[picnicked]

What does it mean to "talk" like a maid?

[idecidethetruth]

Welcome home, Master!~ How may I be of service to you?~ [ He says in a saccharinely cute voice... that makes even him cringe a little at the zeal of his own performance. ] —Ahem. Something like that.

[picnicked]

[Ah.]

I don't think we need to be making anyone do that especially since several of you are still kids.
[Akechi that includes you.]

[namelesslancer]

We'll figure it out when we get there.

[nambu]

A maid?? You already into that stuff, Keiichi?

[magician_0f_words]

Usually, I'd say yes, and that at the heart of every man- no, every human, regardless of gender, age, or nationality, is a desire for maids...

[He shakes his head, with a kind of resignation.]

But no, I've met someone who's into maids. I don't even approach that level. I was just trying to think up an example of a penalty.

[nambu]

[ he places his hands on keiichi's shoulders. very, very seriously: ]

Good. Don't end up like that.