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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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Take a guess.
I'll tell you if you're right.
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Soldier guy. Maybe like a marine or whatever is scarier then a Marine? Black Ops? I don't really know how military stuff works.
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The blue jumpsuit is a far reach from his normal armor, and an even farther reach from his army garb from back in the day. He still holds himself well despite years of being out of the service. Shoulders back, chin tilted high.
The kid has a good eye. )
Colonel.
Soldier guy is for the recruits... Marines are bitches, anyway. Black ops? Child's play. Team 7 is where you want to be. That's where all the fun happens.
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Team 7...I have no idea what that is but it just sounds cool.
You just kinda like, the way your shoulders are you know? And like, you walk like every step could turn into a fight. A lot of the cops in my neighborhood used to be Soldiers...but probably not Team 7.
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What do you know about fights, kids?
( A neighborhood teaming with cops either sounds extremely safe or extremely dangerous. The jury is out until he can learn more about this place. )
Sounds like Detroit.
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[Not that she's particularly proud of that.]
The last thing I remember from home though was lots more fights breaking out. Things were kind of falling apart I guess.
[Including her, but that's in the past...apparently?]
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Never too late to learn how to stick up for yourself.
...Show me how you throw a punch.
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Oh uh...OK.
[ She tries to remember the last time she actually punched someone. That guy who was trying to take her backpack a couple weeks back. She'd been pretty proud of that one even if she didn't mean to. She drew back her fist and tried to imagine his stupid face. He'd had a scratchy hair chin she remembered. Gritting her teeth she swings on the air.
It's clumsy, a lot of energy but the impact would probably be wasted unless she hit the right spot. Interestingly enough she manages to keep her thumb in the right spot on the outside of her fist and curled to avoid damage.]
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What are you doing with your back leg?
Pivot. That's where the power should be coming from.
Try again.
( It's as close as he gets to 'nice job, here are some tips'. )
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[She's instantly self conscious looking at her legs. She tries to focus on his guidance and the next punch is a little better, but she's got a lot of practice before she'll be able to hold her own in a one on one fist fight.]
Like this?
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He can see that she's trying, but it's not like trying alone is enough to stop bad guys from stealing her lunch money. Or, in this case, stop fellow vault dwellers from pillaging her belongings. )
...Your left's open. Keep am arm up to cover.
Keep practicing what I showed you. Once you get good, we can try your moves out on the giant roaches.
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[She jerks like she expects to be struck from the left and when she throws her next punch she's trying to balance out his instructions. When he offers to let her try out her punches on the bugs she grins lopsidedly.]
Gross, but I guess they're the best targets till I get better. I'll try and find some gloves or something.
Thanks.
[He didn't have to offer her that advice after all. It felt nice.]
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Gross, but they're what you need. Big, fast. Good for reflexes.
( The gratitude makes him wrinkle his nose. It's fair to say that Slade does best when he's looking out for others, even if he outwardly expresses otherwise. And Cassandra's enthusiasm, it puts him in mind of someone else. )
...Reactor room tomorrow morning. Practice until then.