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nolandspam2020-07-18 03:17 pm
TEST DRIVE MEME
IF BOTH CHARACTERS APP IN AND AGREE, THREADS USING PROMPT 1 CAN BE COUNTED AS GAME CANON.
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You awake laying on your back in an, admittedly comfortable, pod. You can't move anything but your eyes, can't even feel your body yet. How you got here or why is a blank. You may have been in the middle of your day, asleep, or even- for what you remember- should be dead. Then a screen directly in front of your face flickers to life and in crisp, black and white displays: DON'T PANIC. The following video then plays:
The screen flickers again and reads: CONGRATULATIONS ON PLANNING FOR THE FUTURE! WELCOME TO VAULT LIFE, CITIZEN. WELCOME TO YEAR: [ERROR]. YOUR PERSONAL BELONGINGS ARE LOCATED IN [FILE CORRUPTED. SEE SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR]. ENJOY YOUR STAY AND THANK YOU FROM YOUR FRIENDS AT VAULT-TEC.
The pod then unseals and you are able to, unstably at first, climb out of the pod. Your body may feel foreign for a moment- perhaps entirely foreign if you suddenly find yourself a human, ghoul, or super mutant for the first time. But whatever your form, you have two items on: a bright blue jumpsuit with the number 66 in yellow on the back, and a mechanical device known as a Pip-boy sealed onto your arm. If you click on the buttons it takes you to an instruction screen.
You look around to find yourself in a room of other pods. Some are just opening, other people looking as confused as you climbing out. Others remain closed with the status of 'STASIS' on the screens attached to the pods. The rest of the room is less than impressive. Computer systems that seem out of place compared to the technology level of the pods are scattered across the room, apparently running the chambers. Trying to access them, even for the most talented hacker, will simply result in SEE OVERSEER being displayed. There is large metal door leading to the rest of the vault, a lever on the wall next to it that will cause it to open.
Welcome, dweller, to vault 66.
The living quarters of the vault leave something to be desired. While the current occupants of the vault have made some improvements, it's hard to ignore the pile of skeletons placed into storage (it’s a pretty impressive pile) and the mildew on the beds. It's clear that whatever happened to the last occupants of the vault, whoever they were, it wasn't exactly a peaceful end. The medical wing has some of the worst blood splatter...but that at least you can pretend was from needed medical interventions. Right?
Thankfully, the Vault has power at least. The juke box in the recreation area cheerfully pumps out some jazzy tunes and the refrigerators are happily humming along. There's also clean, if very mineral tasting, water in the sinks, toilets, and showers. There's a pool table if someone can relax enough for a game and doesn't mind the fact it looks like a pool cue shoved in the eye socket may have caused the death of a couple of the previously mentioned skeletons. Further, the kitchen is stocked with some food! It's all pre-apocalypse or some newly collected ‘meat’ (ask the current residents if you want to know), hyper preserved canned goods and sugary cereals that somehow haven't gone bad yet, but it's something.
Today all the local robots have been recalled by the newly found ‘Captain’ to undergo mandatory repairs and maintenance. They’re locked away in the Overseers office, leaving only the human residents to great the newly awakened dwellers. Or to do any of the other day to day tasks in the vault, like make food or keep things tidy. The pool table was cleaned before Louis took off, leaving a fine game open for people to try.
The Vault opening earlier in the month lead to a few unintended side effects. First, of course, were the giant mirelurks and their young that had to be fought off. A few weeks later, though, there's a new one: frogs. In the now standing two feet of radioactive water in the entrance area, what used to be eggs in the water turned into tadpoles, then turned into frogs. Not super huge killer frogs or ones that shoot acid, mind you. Just somewhat ugly frogs, occasionally ones with two heads or eight legs or some other small mutation. And without their normal predators around (radroaches don't swim), they're starting to venture into the vault at a somewhat biblical plague level.
Dwellers can find them everywhere, in the food stores, in their beds, merrily croaking in the toilets. Sometimes they can gang up and take out a radroach or two (good for them), but more often or not the roaches will win, meaning even more of these insects are venturing into the open to snatch up these free meals. So the occasional radraoch in the bed may be happening too as they chase down a froggy snack.
Captain Simmons has requested the frogs be herded back into the entry way and that dwellers start working on a way to drain the radioactive water out of the area, but it's not much of a priority. For now, enjoy the newest Vault pets- or eat them, race them, or just get used to waking up to them bouncing on your pillow.
Post text or audio messages to the pip-boy network to get to know your fellow dwellers!
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What Azula would see would be a woman of slightly above average height. Fit, but not obviously muscular. Blond hair, blue eyes - for all the world she would look like any number of women from Earth. So much like a woman in fact that she could fool all but the best medical scanners. She supposed she was actually a woman, if indeed an artificial one. She had a spark of something more than a droid, she knew that much.
"I am Guri," she replied, taking in the room again, hands folding behind her back, out of the way. "But yes, I believe you can help me. What planet is this?"
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"From what I can gather it's called "Earth" though we are in a place called "The Vault." Some kind of dwelling meant to protect us from a war that destroyed the surface. I believe you may have seen a video in that pod?"
At the time Azula hadn't understood much of the video but looking back on it now the pieces were coming together.
"Are you familiar with the energy called "Radiation"?"
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But she had seen the video, though it made precious little sense to her. It had been so...routine about the idea of their world ending. It implied there was profit to that ending. Strange.
She leaps up on top of one of the pods, to get a closer look at what she thinks is a camera, long, well-formed legs appearing around her skirt. Her clothing is clearly designed for her to move. She answers from up there, poking at it, to see if anything happens.
"And I am familiar, yes," she says, unconcerned. It might, might affect her skin after some time - but the rest of her could go until her internal power runs out. Which, unless the thing on her arm has made any changes, would take a year, if she conserves. Presuming she doesn't hook up to a power supply.
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"Curious. The rest of us woke up in these jumpsuits. Perhaps they ran out when it came time to put you in your pod." She noted thinking about the rows and rows of jumpsuits down the hall in storage. She preferred trousers to skirts herself but none of the clothing down here was to her standards.
"In my world we'd never heard of it, but apparently this world is full of it." She held up her arm which had a device that matched the one on Guri's arm.
"This device can warn you when the levels are too high which is often. It also has a number of useful little features you might enjoy when you take some time with it." She toggled a switch a few times till music started playing from her Pip-boy. She turned if off after a moment.
I botched the clothing thing, thanks for rolling with me on it, I hadn't noticed. :P
"Possibly," she responded, thumping back down to the floor, legs not bending as they ought to, really, from such a height.
"Such as?" she asked, referring to the other features - radiation not being terribly much of a concern for her. Then she tilted her head. "What is that music?"
That's ok, I figured you just needed a nudge.
"The music is one of the features this device has. Another is a communication network with the others who live here. You'll figure the rest out when you're ready I'm sure."
Mostly because Azula knew that her understanding of technology was limited. The less she had to explain the better.
"There is another music box in the common area we all share. I have been informed that despite appearances there are no tiny men inside the device singing these songs we can hear. It's all electric somehow."
Nailed it Azula. 10 points.
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And ah, not from a technologically advanced world, unless the stereotypical jokes about Agamar were true, at least. But that reminds her.
"I was on my ship," he says, "the Stinger. I was traveling between worlds...do you know what happened to it?" She then adjusts her aim a little bit, just in case. "It would look like a pod, but bigger, then with a body attached. Shaped like a quasi-flattened wine barrel?"
It's as close as she was ever going to get on that one.
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"Most of our personal effects have been taken from us. Either hidden away or removed completely. You'll have to start over until we figure out how to return to our homes."
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She finally properly approached Azula, prodding about at the Pip-Boy.
"So the objectives must be to find out who is responsible, then see if they have my ship."
She is very much a mission-oriented sort.
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If that was the way this new girl wanted to look at things? So be it.
"A simplistic goal like that might be easily misled. For the time being Vault Tec can be blamed for our situation until we find proof of someone specific.
Instead, our objectives are to continue to explore our surroundings, expand out power and dominion over the area, and use that power to find a way to return to our previous lives."
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"Perhaps, but I've been active for less than five minutes."
This one bore watching, definitely. She really, really hoped she wouldn't have to deal with anybody here. Using violence to solve her problems was yesterday's Guri.
Not that she couldn't, when her punch was like being hit by a concentrated freight train, but it wasn't preferred.
"Give me an hour to survey the vault, I can respond accurately."
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She gestured to the door allowing Guri the chance to lead them from the room if she so chose.
"While you explore, be sure to chose a room to your liking as well in the dorm area. We've cleaned some of them, removed the bodies and such but if you find one we missed you can move it to the "trash" room."
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It absolutely isn't.
"To clarify: these bodies were already there, or...?"
Because if she's trapped in here with a homicidal lunatic, things are going to get interesting very fast.
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She was comfortable taking the lead though once she had the newcomer behind her she tensed up as if expecting to be attacked.
"The former residents of this vault in theory, had a disagreement with each other over what this place should be used for and killed each other off in the conflict. All we did was move their skeletons to a room out of the way."
So how's my driving so far? I've never really done a game test drive. :P
"Don't humans usually have elaborate burial rituals? Granted, if you're trapped in here, I can see how that might have been put in abeyance."
There's a telling word in that sentence, really.
Slid into your DMs with a response but I think you're cool :D
"We do normally yes, though I've never been particularly interested in them I know the rituals of my nation and how we honor our dead. These people however were not of my Nation." After a pause she added "Also we couldn't leave the vault until recently so there wasn't really anywhere to put them to rest."
And no one really seemed interested in it.
"For the record, am I to infer that you are something other then human? You wouldn't be our first but it's just nice to know."
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"But I see - even in this setting, I must say that I expected them to form at least some sort of crypt. The lack of which would infer a dire situation indeed."
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It was honestly one of his better traits.
"While I can't speak for the dead or those who built this place, I can say by the time I came out of my pod they'd already established a designated room for bones. I suppose you could call it a crypt for now."
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Besides, there were a lot of species - a lot of them - who had issues with non-organic life.
"Welcoming and soft," she repeats. "I presume that is not a compliment."
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As for the second part she glances back at Guri over her shoulder.
"Perhaps not, but it depends on how much value you put on such things. I think it suits them."
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"And how do you mean?"
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She rounded a corner and led Guri up some stairs.
"If you're concerned though I can at least say that despite how welcoming they are, most of them have some basic self defense skills."
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But something in her attitude might suggest more than it just being good to have them in a hostile environment. It might be a fun challenge for her. If they're up to it.
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"I'll be heading to the Rec Room for a drink and to relax, but I'll let you choose your own path from here. The female dorms are that way." She gestured casually "And The Male Dorms, my training hall and the Medical Wing are further along the hallway. You'll find them easy enough."
This one was interesting at least, and these days Azula was starved for entertainment "Any other questions?"
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She began to walk away before calling back over her shoulder.
"But thank you, I will remember the kindness."