vault113 | 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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[Keiichi can feel the seriousness, hairs pricking on the back of his neck. This is, without a doubt, the most dire straits he's found himself in thus far.]

I'm... I'm getting the feeling that the answer you're looking for is nothing?

[ WRONG ]

A free hotdog. And what's even better that is being treated to an awesome hotdog by your very own buddy Finn.

[ he turns to patience. ]

Another one for the kid, Patience.

Edited 2023-04-13 22:43 (UTC)

[Keiichi watches the robot- watches Patience go and make him a hot dog, and turns to Finn. The look on his face is one of the most serious expressions Keiichi has ever made in his life, probably.]

You know, I get what you're saying, and I agree in some sense, but disagree in another. The best kind of food is food given to you by a friend. It doesn't matter if it's a hotdog, or a burger, or even just plain rice. Even if it's terrible, even if it's charred completely black... the intent shines through.

[There's an authoritativeness in his voice, a kind of confidence usually only heard from experts. He's thought about this specific topic a lot, it's apparent.]

So yeah, you're right. The best kind of hotdog has to be the one given to me by my buddy Finn.

Edited 2023-04-14 04:42 (UTC)

Heh. I’ll keep that in mind the next time I come across weird canned goods.

[ as someone who would 100000% eat canned hotdogs… ]

So you often get treated out?

Pretty much. Outside the Vault, my friends and I would always share our lunch. It'd kind of be a game in its own right.

[Keiichi has no right looking this nostalgic at his age, over something that isn't even 2 full weeks ago.]

We'd push our tables together, and it'd be a total free-for-all for who can grab what from the gathered food.

[ that sounds great, actually. finn nods along, his own nostalgic memories coming to mind as he listens to keiichi. he remembers the chaotic lunches at the orphanage, where everyone is family but when it comes to that last slice of lindsey's pie... ]

That's the stuff you'll remember for the rest of your life. [ maybe keiichi's right and that it's something so much better than simple hotdogs. but also sharing a lunch of hotdogs is also the shit, so finn's not wrong either. basically a table of winners here. ]

[Keiichi nods, and Patience returns with his own hotdog! Which, something about it prompts him to smirk?]

Actually, that just made me think of something even better than a hotdog given to me by you, because the best spice...

[Keiichi will, at this point, attempt to snatch Finn's hotdog.]

...is crime!

[ which would work if finn wasn't a pro at sneakily, swiftly, temporarily borrowing things without permission. in a blink he has both his and Keiichi's hotdogs. he promptly shoves one in keiichi's mouth.

which one? :clown: ]

Noooot wrong, but you need stickier fingers than that. [ actually... hm. ] Maybe I should teach you in case you get attacked? Ehhh.

[Keiichi gets a mouthful of hotdog! He is not swift enough to avoid it! He takes hold of the hotdog with his hand, takes a bite, chews, swallows, and continues.]

Wait, for real? [Keiichi has almost visible stars in his eyes. He thinks this kind of crime is very cool, it's an important personality trait of his.] Could you seriously teach me that?

I could teach you, but the problem would be how you'd practice?

[ finn isn't the problem that pickpocketing is a crime - ]

Maybe... on one of the robots? Or you got a practice person in mind?

WEEK 1 MINGLE

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