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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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It's short for Margaret, actually. Margaret Elizabeth Carter. Most people call me Peggy...some people I have a dislike for tend to call me Marge. Please don't use that one, though.
[She smiles easily at Sandy.]
Sandy, are you alone here?
[Because she's clearly under eighteen, and these are the important questions that need to be asked. She's not talking down to Sandy, but she's making a mental checklist of those who might need support or to be protected. Sure, she's met lethal, deadly teens who could take care of themselves, but they're in a terrifyingly brave new world at the moment.]
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Oh uh...yeah I mean...I guess? I thought we were all alone down here.
Did anyone you know show up here?
[Suddenly it's a lot harder for her to meet Peggy's gaze so she looks anywhere else while fiddling with the gum in her pocket.]
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Well...we are, as far as we know, but I also don't quite know how we ended up in the pods, or why. It's possible we have family or friends in the unopened pods, and so I was simply wondering if you'd woken up with any of yours.
[Her gaze softens down at Sandy. She knows that look and understands it all too well.]
I'm sure the other pods will open soon, and we'll find some answers therein. It's small comfort, I know. In the meantime, though...I could always use a friend here myself.
[It wasn't usually the sort of thing that Peggy offered - more often than not, people who got close to her tended to die. It's why she'd been so hell-bent on pushing Angie's friendship away. But the circumstances here were different, and some people needed to be brought in close for protection instead of pushed away.]
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The next part surprised her and she wasn't able to hide it, blinking up at Peggy in a new level of confusion. And adult asking to be friends was weird but...kinda great!]
Oh um...yeah OK. That sounds cool actually. OK I'll be your friend...I mean we can be friends. Yeah. Both of us...I should stop talking before it gets weird.
[ She laughed nervously and her smile became more sheepish.]
I dunno what kind of friend things we can do down here. I barely knew what cool people did with their friends back home.
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I don't believe anything can currently be weirder than what we're dealing with in the vault here.
[She smiles again at Sandy.]
I have some idea of what cool people did with friends back home, but I was always too busy working to truly partake. Generally, it involved going out, which doesn't seem to be an option here, unfortunately. Perhaps once those robots awaken, we'll have more options.
[At least as long as they weren't killer robots or something.]
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Guess we were both shut ins. Were you a bookworm or something?
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[In other words, she's a spy, but Peggy doesn't much care for throwing around the words spy or secret agent when referring to herself.]
It was long, hard work, sometimes very lonely, but it was fulfilling.
[Even if it was the death of her brother that pushed her into the career, it was a vocation that Peggy was frightfully adept at. She never was the sort of person who would have been content being a housewife while her husband was away at war, even if for a time she'd tried to convince herself that it was the life she wanted.]
What about you? You seem far too bright and spunky to have shut yourself in and away from everyone, Sandy.
[There's a way Peggy says those words that makes it clear she means them - she's not talking down to Sandy or giving an empty compliment. Whether or not it comes across that way is a completely different story, of course.]
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[Sandy's got mixed feelings there and she doesn't hide it well but it's not enough to make her back away or frown. She does pull a face at the next question.]
Spunky? What's that even mean? Sounds gross.
[Once that's been explained though she shrugs.]
I guess I just...not a lot of kids my age in the building and we're not supposed to be out "Loitering".
[She rolls her eyes but isn't making eye contact anymore.]
Doesn't matter now anyway. Left em behind.
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[There was quite a bit more in between, such as Peggy's involvement with the program that would birth Captain America, but none of that was a story that she was keen on getting into just then.]
It was sometimes an unsavory, difficult job, and I had to push away a lot of people I cared about for their own safety - terrible things happened when I didn't - but I can't imagine having lived my life any other way.
[Pain? Yes. Loss? Yes. Regrets? Only slightly.]
I'm sorry, Sandy. Loneliness can be an awful burden sometimes.
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Something about the last words though really stung and Sandy looked away trying to hide a few tears that had sprung up unwanted as she reflected on being lonely.
Still...she considered for a moment and then reached out taking Peggy's hand and giving it a squeeze.]
Yeah well...I guess I'll just have to make sure you're not too lonely then. Less of a burden if we share it right?