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nolandspam2020-04-04 04:35 pm
TEST DRIVE MEME 1
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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. Like non-moldy bedding or fewer skeletons and less blood on the walls. 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?
At the moment, the entire vault is run only on emergency generators, creating dull, flickering light throughout the underground base. None of the computers are working yet, and what appear to be three robots are powered-down in various corners of the vault. There's only you and the people that woke up with you now.
Despite this, there's some hope. There's 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 skeletons laying around. Further, on exploring the kitchen there's even some food! It's all pre-apocalypse, hyper preserved canned goods and sugary cereals that somehow haven't gone bad yet, but it's something.
Those willing to explore a little more will find they are not alone in the vault. In the shadows created by the flickering lights or outside of the range of the light of your pip-boy, there is skittering. The noise isn't noticeable when there are groups of people, but get down to three or two and it's impossible to ignore. If you don't run away, you'll eventually come across groups of foot long radroaches, gigantic cockroaches that are ready for some fresh food for once. And it looks like you're on the menu. Hopefully you've got one of those pool cues or found a wrench or some other weapon, because it's gonna take more than a stomp to take these guys out.
It's been a few days since everyone got out of the pods and started settling in. Louis, the 'Mr. Handy' robot in charge of cooking, can power up for whole hours at a time now. While he's recharging again now, he did make quite a feast beforehand. A whole cake, some tasty cola, and even grilled meat (if you helped kill the radroaches, you know where that meat came from). He even found some old party decorations that, once upon a time, were supposed to be used when the vault was unsealed and everyone allowed to leave. Everyone waking up is close enough, the robot had claimed, and hung the streamers and balloons throughout the rec area. There are even party hats, for the particularly festive.
The party lasts a good hour before the price for relaxing is paid: the emergency power flickers once, twice, then shuts down. Worse, the constant hum of the air vents you hadn't even really notice until now stops, leaving the vault in total silence and darkness. Only the pod room has any energy left, and all of that must be used to keep those still in stasis alive.
Repairs are going to have to be made.
((OOC: feel free to make assumptions and go wild with repairing the reactor or the emergency power supply. It's a TDM, mod approval not needed for anything)).
Post text or audio messages to the pip-boy network to get to know your fellow dwellers!
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[More and more, Peggy was getting the feeling that whatever was going on here, it was stranger than even she'd anticipated at the beginning - and it had barely been minutes since the beginning. If there was one thing she'd never been quite fond of, it was being without answers. But the pods, Vault-Tec, Rotty. She'd half-suspect that this was some sort of fever dream, only she knew that wasn't the case. Dreams consisted of things you'd seen or experienced in life, and this was all too new for Peggy.]
I'm not sure love is the right word I'd used in this situation, but I do find it all rather a bit intriguing.
[She does love a mystery, after all.
Peggy watches as the lever comes down with a creaky, rusty crunch, and the door swings open, revealing...]
Goodness, Mr. Jarvis would be horrified.
[What lay beyond the door was a rather large, incredibly dirty room, with more skeletons than even Peggy was comfortable with.]
What bizarre world did we wake up in?
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[ Rotty had never actually thought about it before.]
Let's see...maybe my brothers told me my name first? It couldn't have been Shantae...oh hey look more dead guys.
[Rotty turns the corner to look at the mess they've come across, gingerly stepping over a rib cage and scooping up a skull peering inside and looking disappointed there was nothing inside.]
Looks like we missed the party, I dunno if that's a good thing or a bad thing though.
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[Peggy gingerly squats down to take a look at some of the skeletons, eyes roving over them. They've been like this for awhile - or they simply decayed very, very quickly. Though she's spent a lot of time with scientists, she's not a scientist herself, but everything here does seem quite impossibly old. Were these skeletons of people who had awoken the way Peggy, Rottytops, and the others had? Or were these skeletons of people who had worked in this vault and were supposed to be there in some capacity for them? Either way, they were gone now, but some answers would be nice.
She stands up, dusting herself off, and turns in place, inspecting the corridor that they're in. She sees an open door off to the side and approaches it with caution. Turns out, it's a storage closet, with cleaning supplies.]
This could come in handy.
[She takes a broom in her hand and inspects its balance. It's not an ideal weapon, but it's the best she'll get in this situation. She grabs some of the bleach and dishwashing liquid as well.]
I'm not planning on tidying up, but these might come in handy in case we come across anything or anyone we don't want to come across. You might want to grab something as well - at least to fight someone off, if we must.
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[Rotty then appears to lose her mind for a moment as she stands on one foot extending her left leg into the air, grabs it by the ankle and demonstrates a surprising amount of flexibility as she yanks her leg roughly once, twice, three times as if she's trying to rend it from her body. The end result is she tumbles backwards with a yelp and lands on her rump.]
Ow! That...is not what I was expecting to happen.
[Curious she rolls up her pant leg as high as she can which is only about to the knee, poking at the green decayed looking flesh before she makes another attempt, this time putting both hands on her head and pushing hard.]
Come on you...just...pop...off!
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Rottytops, stop. Don't injure yourself, please.
[She reaches down to give Rotty a hand up.]
Was that something you were able to do before - tear your limbs off your body?
[She hopes that's the case, and not something like Rotty just going crazy...because if something unseen is affecting everyone's mental state here, she's in far more trouble than she anticipated.]
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Yeah of course I could! I'm like...one of the strongest zombies I know! I'm actually pretty respected for my head throwing accuracy I'll have you know.
[Her wounded pride aside Rotty begrudgingly accepts the dishwashing soap and bleach bottle muttering to herself.]
Man, my hair isn't long enough to use as a weapon, and I don't have a bird. what's left? Bolo's ball and chain thing? Pfft he wishes I was that desperate.
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I knew a man who was well known for his shield throwing accuracy. I'm sure he would have appreciated your own talents.
[Though she very much doubts that Steve would approve of someone who threw heads. Unless, perhaps, it was the Red Skull's head. No, but even then...
Peggy twists her lips thoughtfully for a second before snapping back to attention. Steve was long gone. Howard wasn't here. Neither was Mr. Jarvis. Dwelling on the past wasn't going to do her much good right now.]
I'm not certain who Bolo is, but a ball and chain can work wonders in a fight.
[She'd never used her hair in a fight, just as a distraction technique sometimes when she needed to extract information from a mark, but Rotty's experiences were fascinating, and so wildly different from Peggy's own.]
...what would you do with a bird?
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Well this girl I know...I guess we're friends now? Sky is really good with birds so she just uses them to attack our enemies. She can also use them to make platforms. I just take the direct route you know? Pop my head off, burrow underground and reform wherever my head lands!
[Very different worlds clearly.]
So if we get attached by something what do you want me to do with these?
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[Peggy's not certain how well she'd do with commanding birds to attack her enemies, but she has no doubt that the people she regularly came up against wouldn't hesitate to shoot birds down.
To Rotty's question, Peggy takes a quick look around the cleaning closet and grabs a mop. She whacks the mop against a wall a couple of times - swift, hard whacks - and once she hears that satisfying crack! she pulls the mop back to inspect it. It's cracked right underneath the mop head, which is what she wants. She breaks the head off and tosses it aside before handing it to Rotty.]
The liquids were more for a last minute save. Take this, it might prove to be a better offensive weapon should we come across anything unpleasant.
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[She takes the broken mop and gives it a few experimental swings.]
Way to smash our problem. I think I'm gonna like you!
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You seem like someone who likes to take charge - the other weapons didn't seem quite your thing.
[Besides, Rotty was small, and spry. In a fight, those attributes would come in handy, and she deserved some sort of offensive weapon.
A shadow clouds her eyes momentarily when Rotty talks about thinking she was going to like Peggy, but she pushes that feeling away. More often than not, people who liked Peggy tended to end up in trouble, but she had to keep on reminding herself that it was possible they were all in trouble here, anyway. She could ignore the burden of fearing making friends - this was a situation where they were going to need to have each other's backs, no matter what.]
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[She tries to twirl the mop handle but it's a lot harder to do when your wrist doesn't spin on it's own so she drops it and scoops it up again hastily.]
She's my best friend back home. Big hero type! But she's cool once you get to know her. She mostly fights with her hair and dancing~
[When she says dancing she shakes her hips and holds her hands like a belly dance.]
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[Peggy gives the room a once over before deciding that she and Rotty probably have all they need from here. She starts for the exit of the closet.]
Mata Hari was a spy, but she disguised herself as a dancer and a courtesan to get her intelligence. She was later caught and convicted, but it was a terribly brave thing of her to do.
[It was also easy to do. Men rarely ever suspected a pretty face until it was too late. It was one of the many weapons that Peggy used in her own arsenal - and one that women like Dottie Underwood knew how to use as well. And yet, they were still underestimated after the fact. Sometimes it was absolutely infuriating.]
Dancing can be a deadly art, after all.
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[Rotty short her a crooked grin.]
I'd love to see you dance some day then! Even if you can't use magic like Shantae can I bet it'd be fun!
[But there was exploring to be had and Rotty was just one diagnosis short of ADD so she chose a direction to start down, marching with knees high and mop handle out in front of her like a spear.]
Shantae was a half genie. Then she lost her magic for awhile...that was kind of a little bit my fault. But I helped her get it back eventually. We've even saved the world together!