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WEEK 1 MINGLE
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.
Never have I ever gone swimming in the ocean!
Aaaaaaaaaagh, come on! Are we just gonna sit around talking about it all day, or are we gonna play?
[ apparently while everyone else was preoccupied sop2's taken it upon herself to bustle off to the bar and come back with an armful of fizzy and bubbly- various colorful nuka-colas and actual alcohols both. ]
If no one else is going to go ahead and do it, then fine, I'll just have to start!
[ anyway, see topic header. ]
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Is there not an ocean nearby where you're from, Sopmod?
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Yeah, didn't you say you were on the coast of the Baltic Sea before you came here?
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Oh, where on the Baltic coast were you, Sopmod?
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[ maybe people can avoid hypothermia with willpower and practice or something? ]
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Only recently did I go anywhere near a beach, and um, I was too busy with other things to actually go swimming.
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Good start.
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I don't like to very much, but you don't find out you don't like something by not doing it.
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I have far more experience with freshwater, admittedly.
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[No drinking!]
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[You're a peach, Sopmod. He's totally grabbing some alcohol, though he's also taking the laziest tiny sips like a cat.]