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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)).
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[After all, the place has a closet full of cleaning supplies and god only knows what else. The potential, at least, is there for them to find something to fix the generator with.
Peggy fiddles with the Pip-boy on her arm, glad that she'd played around with it back in the pod room. It takes a moment, but soon there's a wan light emanating from Peggy's left wrist. The flashlight function. She shines it in the direction that she thought she heard the voice coming from, keeping the light low so as not to blind anyone.]
I'd be more than happy to accompany you. Power in numbers when facing the unknown and all that. Besides, science and electronics were never quite my forte.
[For the most part, Peggy's usually fine working alone. Unless she's with some few trusted, close friends or seasoned comrades like the Howling Commandos, she honestly prefers it to being constantly undermined and underestimated by some of the men she's worked with. This is an entirely different situation, though, and it's clear that neither Elizabeth nor Peggy are about to underestimate or undermine each other.
She reaches for the broom she'd picked up from the cleaning closet earlier and nods at Elizabeth with a reassuring smile.]
In case I need to bash something's head in and sweep it out of the way. Shall we?
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She can't imagine anyone willingly signing up to stay here now.
How is air ventilated down here? Is there enough with the generator down? They know so little about how this vault works. She flicks her own pip boy on to flashlight mode to light up area in front of them, helping provide a better view in the midst of all the darkness surrounding them.]
Thank you. Last thing I need is to be bit by one of those roaches with my back turned.
[Historically, it was the time splicers were most likely to attack. She learned to be observant and stealthy when traveling through Rapture. She needed to repair a few machines there as well. They'd get the drop in on her, and she is not exactly built to withstand hits. She pulls a wrench from the toolbox and grips it tightly. Elizabeth reaches for the toolbox with her free hand and then turns with a smirk at the way other woman puts it about sweeping it away. The green light from the pip boy just glows upon the twist of her lips in light amusement.]
I'm better at faraway combat but I can bash in a head or two when push comes to shove. [She lifts the wrench and nods, starting out of the cafeteria and away from the party.]
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[Though what she wouldn't give for a gun or one of Howard Stark's inventions to help fight them off.]
And of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. We're all in this situation together, and the best thing we can do is have each other's backs while we figure out what to do next.
[Honestly at this point, Peggy's begun to wonder if the Overseer is even still around. Answers would be lovely, but they're clearly not going to be easily forthcoming.]
I'm comfortable with both forms of combat, but I can adjust as needs be.
[In other words, she's fine getting into the thick of it with the radroaches.]
I'm Peggy, by the way. I don't believe I caught your name earlier, Miss -?
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I really hope there's not a hive. I don't want to face a queen version of those anytime soon. With bees, the Queen is at least twice the size of all the workers. Imagine the size of the Queen Roach when the roaches themselves are hundreds of times bigger than your average roach.
[She does not want to see a roach at least twice the size of the little ones scurrying around. They're easy enough to kill but the Queen would have protection. It might keep them free from roaches in the vault if they can find it. It may mean finding the exit first.
Her grip tightens on the wrench, stepping out of the cafeteria.]
Elizabeth. How did you become familiar with both types of combat? You seem experienced and competent in general.
[Peggy didn't react with any panic or surprise when the lights went down but move directly to action and to bringing others to action without hesitation.]
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Peggy pauses at Elizabeth's question. Honestly, it's not one she's used to answering - or one she's used to being asked. Under normal circumstances, these are the things that she keeps secret. Not that these are, in any way, normal circumstances. Still, telling someone that she was a spy or a secret agent out loud didn't quite seem like the right thing to say.]
I, well, thank you. I assure you, that wasn't always the case. I work in military intelligence.
[She had, after all, been a member of MI-5 before joining the Strategic Scientific Reserve.]
Knowing how to handle oneself both off and on the field is one of those necessary skills an agent must learn. Comes with the territory. You never know when the enemy is going to sneak into your home and murder your roommate, after all, before attempting to murder you. For example.
[That was the hard thing, though. That was always the hard thing. The deaths always stayed with you.]
Although, you seem like someone who knows how to handle herself in unexpected situations as well.
[She nods at the wrench.]
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That is a rather specific example. [Elizabeth's expression quiets, darkens even as she accepts it for what it is. They've only just met. She won't push even if she wonders and worries.] I'm glad to have someone with the experience and training you must have at my side.
[Elizabeth means that genuinely. She's so far removed from the kind of training and experience spoken of here.]
...I've had to learn how to handle myself. I wasn't trained or taught, not for... this.
[She glances at the wrench with a grimace.]
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Peggy gives Elizabeth a nod of understanding, a slight smile of solidarity.]
And I'm glad to have someone as brave and as willing to adapt to new, unseemly situations at my side as well. As I'd once told a friend, our world has changed. All we can do is our best.
[Her eyes tick down to the wrench in Elizabeth's hand. Peggy caught that grimace.]
If you'd like to talk about it, I'm more than happy to listen, Elizabeth. I fear that keeping things inside and bottled up may not be the healthiest thing for any of us - especially not in this strange, new environment.
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It's the best way to face an uncertain future.
This world is not the worlds we came from.
[It is different in so many ways. There is much adapting to still be done. She quiets as they continue down the dark hallway with only the green glow from their pipboys to guide them. She has never really spoken to anyone about her life except for Booker (her only friend). It was short-lived.]
I don't know if I know how to. [She became cold and distant between worlds.] I'll keep it in mind for a time when we're not wandering through the dark searching for a generator.
[Can she learn to trust again and to open up again? It's difficult to envision but not impossible.]