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nolandspam2020-04-04 04:35 pm
TEST DRIVE MEME 1
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. 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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[He'll take a cue from her, and sprawl out more himself, adding an arm across the back of couch and sliding his knee over until it's almost touching hers. Assertive girls annoy him.
All the carrot-pumpkin-potatoes are his then.]
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[Also. Wow.
So that was the game they were playing, was it? Like hell she was going to let this jerk make himself so comfortable next to her.
She slumps further into the couch. Leaning diagonally as to put her legs and feet upon the cushions.
She was officially sprawled out. Her feet now as borderline as they could get from touching his leg.
Welcome to territorial chicken asshole.]
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[He's pretty tall, and thus confident he can can reach the armrest on her side with his foot while still keeping all the space covered he's already claimed. Some kind of couch Twister.]
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Oh I'm ssooooo sorry! Poor boy! That must have been soooo hard for you! I'll absolutely forgive every rude remark you tossed my way because that one sentence absolutely redeems the entirety of your shitty behavior towards me!
[She even tossed her head back dramatically as she said that. Swooning like a young maiden from an old movie who happened to catch the vapors. Only to quickly recover and look up towards him.]
Like that?
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[He just stares at her like she's crazy.]
What the fuck are you talking about? Sympathize with me for fucking what?
[He's not making a connection at all, and he would have said "fuck you" no matter what her response had been.]
I'm not doing shit to you but sitting on the fucking couch, which you don't fucking own!
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[She's happy to be blunt about it.]
And I never said I owned the couch! In fact I was happy to share it until you decided to start acting like a dick out of no where!
[She was so close to losing her patience with this douchebag.]
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Didn't need your sympathy there anyway.
[He's going over the conversation in his head, and no. She was not happy to share the couch, he thinks.]
No you weren't! Demanding apologies isn't "happy to share"! Just shut the fuck up, you're annoying!
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[Patience. Patience. Don't lose your temper. Giving into impulses was not going to make living in such a place any easier.
Or at least that's what she kept telling herself over and over as this argument only seemed to keep escalating the more she tried to settle it.
What made it that so many guys had to act this way!?]
And I am not going to 'shut the fuck up' as you so kindly put it! At least not until you learn to stop being such so rude to a girl you just met!
[Oh it was so damn difficult to not try and resolve this whole situation with slightly more forceful tactics.]
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[He has no better vocabulary, unfortunately, and glares pointedly.]
Fuck. Off. Bitch.
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[Oh.
That was it.
Her body tense and her eyebrow twitching a little out of reflex, she felt the limits of her restraint meet it's peak. Quickly lifting her hand in attempt to reach out and smack him with all the force she had to muster.]
You will NOT talk to me like that, brat!
[If it made contact he would be surprised to find there was quite a bit of strength behind the slap considering how small and frail she initially looked.]
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Heh... heheheheh.
Ohhh such a naughty little boy. ♥
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W-we can fight without the fucking commentary!
[He always has something to say, but fuck that right now.]
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[She moved forward with that, assuming a crawling position as she flipped around to bring her face closer to his, the small bit of bruising from the punch visible along her cheek.]
You know, it's cute how much you want to wrestle. But I'll have you know I'm a taken woman. ♥
[Despite that her coat seemed to fall off her shoulder ever so slightly,the action on her end completely intentional.]
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You're not acting like it.
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I assure you, I have no intention of seducing you, although it's cute that your mind seems to be going there.
[And yet she still reaches out, playfully running her finger down his chest.]
Such a naughty pervert.
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I think we're done here.
[It doesn't sound as confident as he wants it to.]
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[Sitting back up, she stretches out her arms and legs comfortably.]
I have no interest in people who can't take on challenges anyway. It feels like I'm bullying the weak and that's just not in my interest.
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It was definitely carrot.]
Why you...!
[Tense, she rapidly kept telling herself to calm downing her head but at this point it was no use.
Jumping up, she lunged herself at him from the couch, attempting to tackle him down in a headlock.]
You really want to have your ass handed to you today, don't you?!
[Her voice is so voice to cracking with the anger she's experiencing.]
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Try it!
[It's definitely a taunt.]
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[She was actually sort of proud of herself. Despite everything she was still able to moderately keep her cool. At least in tackling him on like this she no longer felt like she wished to outright murder him. That did not stop her urge to bring him down though.
At this point it was more a case keeping her honor. After all, if she let him get away with what he just did he'd probably try to walk all over her ever time they crossed paths in this hole in the ground they were mutually stuck in.
And so she rolled back onto her feet, only to launch herself right back at him, flinging her fist towards his face.]