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TEST DRIVE MEME 1

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PROMPT 1: ARRIVAL

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:

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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.

PROMPT 2: SETTLING IN

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.

PROMPT 3: A DAY OF REST

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)).

PIP-BOY CHATTER

Post text or audio messages to the pip-boy network to get to know your fellow dwellers!

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Arrival

Well this's some magic shite, ain't it?

[Sera had understood nothing about the weird magic play she'd just seen, or why she was in a metal box, or...anything. It was all new and different and shit. And she didn't even have her bow or daggers, just some stupid, ugly blue things on. Which meant they'd changed her.]

Perverted mage dick bags! You snatch me up an' take a peak? Where're my bloody trousers!

[Anger, anger was better than fear, though her voice is still shaking a bit with it. All this magic was enough to make her heart pound, the hairs on the back of her neck raise, even her pointy ears twitch. All of which just pissed her right off more.

She kicked the bed thingie she'd been trapped in. Then cussed. Loudly and creatively as it damn well hurt.]

1 - Waking Up In A New World

[Her head had felt groggy and light as she awoke from her stasis. The vague dreams (were they dreams?) of a time and world long past still haunting her mind as she felt her eyes gazing around the empty rusted chamber around her. Where was she? This wasn't any place like the Spooner continent that she had known of. Everything felt so... dead, so inorganic.

None the less, with much resistance, her body finally began to move on it own. Standing from the chamber to look at the room around her. Of course, the first thing she noticed were the cloths. Was she actually wearing a tacky bright blue jumpsuit? No, this simply won't do. And what was with this watch attached to her arm?

Huh. No matter how much she tugged at it, the darn thing didn't seem to budge. Perhaps if she had her wire on her that could help get it off. Well, she visibly sighed out, whatever seemed to be going on simply sticking around to one room in confusion wasn't going to help. And so she stepped forward towards the hall outside, the large clunky automatic doors opening slowly allowing her to make her first step into this new world.]

Whhee! ♥ Darling! Where are you?! I know you have to be out here somewhere! You better have been faithful while I was asleep!

[It was absolutely amazing. Her serious expression seemed to immediately melt as she pranced into the hall with a look of curious glee.]

Part 2 - No Amount Of Decay Will Get This Girl Down!

[Despite the decay, despite the bodies, despite the giant killer cockroaches, there seems to be one girl chilling about who barely seems bothered by it all. Chilling about calmly on one of the old dilapidated couches, Chocolate seemed to be lounging in the Rec Room with an expression of feigned boredom. Her head only lifting from it's rest upon the back of the couch as she heard someone stop by. Her expression perking up as she took on a playful and flirty smirk towards whoever happened to come close.]

Don't be so happy to see me. ♥ I'm not going to simply open up to just anyone. Not unless you know anything about my Darling.

Part 3 - Let's Get This Party Started!

[Now that a few days have past and power was back a little more at a time Chocolat at least seemed to be opening up to her Vaultmates. In fact, she seemed to be in the kitchen today! Casually bossing Louis around as the robot frantically seemed to be balancing both making a plethora of food as well as gathering all of the party supplies together. She, for once, seemed highly invested in something that wasn't just her 'Precious Darling'.

Atleast, that seemed to be the case all the way until the point that she heard someone else come in.]

Oooh, don't be shy. Do you want to come over and help?

[She seemed to hold a playful almost flirtatious smirk as she turned to look your way. Her eyes seeming to beckon you closer.]

IV - Network! (Voice)

Oh Carrot! I know you have to be here! There was no way you were just some part of a silly dream! You just have to be real! So come over here and find me my love and make me yours! ♥

I love you!

V. - Open Prompt!

((Interested in playing along or plotting with this flirtatious girl? Feel free to drop a starter if you're not interested in any of the ones above. Or feel free to message me or contact me at

chohakkaifan to plot something out!))

01: ARRIVAL.

[ The text that flashes does nothing for her. It's familiar and cloying to Jill, like gloved hands over her throat, applying just enough pressure that she can feel it. A phantom that isn't long-dead or forgotten, it digs in and shreds her dignity.

It isn't the same. She doesn't choke and sputter as it opens, doesn't fall onto bruised hands and knees; the metal grating beneath her surely uncomfortable if she wasn't so distracted by the feeling of simply breathing. It strikes an axe to her heart and makes her feel ill, but the hollowness doesn't bring anything up. Jill stumbles and finds her way around, used to her mind working quick in situations like this. Her personal belongings? Bullshit. From one damn bodysuit to the next, she's at least not in the one she was outfitted with before now.

None of this makes sense. It's flowing like water, like time, like nothing matters. She'd been hit hard by the rocket launcher blast, barely shut her eyes and come here. Is she in some hospital bed somewhere? Seems likely enough.

She's out before she even catches anyone waking up, too fast on her feet to stick around in one place for long. The first person she catches, however, she'll approach with seemingly no caution, holding it all in and replacing it with friendliness for the moment. Not entirely false, but careful and planned enough to be withholding. Jill raises an arm and approaches. ]

Hey. [ Her pace is swift, parting the distance with ease. ] You know what's going on, here?

02: SETTLING IN.

[ She doesn't find herself placated by any sort of company and is quick to seek out medical after all that has happened. While navigating through the Pip-Boy isn't ideal, she's used to topographical maps and finding her way through maze-like locations. In fact, it's almost a cake-walk comparatively. Her specialty isn't blood spatter pattern analysis, but she knows something that comes from a body naturally -- even in surgery -- and what doesn't. Some of it reminds her of rooms she'd seen after Hunters were let loose, thick claws raking through skin and muscle and rending asunder, leaving a crimson wave in its wake. It doesn't feel right.

Still, she's in a lot more pain than she's willing to admit even with the virus of hers and the last vestiges of the P30 still running through her veins. Her head is throbbing and she feels like she could fall just as she did in the Monarch Room even though she appears as solid as ever.

Without any gloves on, she's more cautious in touch; the virus will do its part in protecting her, she's sure, but it would be foolish not to take care of herself now. The fluorescent lights hum dimly -- working well enough, so perhaps the culprits weren't too far gone even if it seems to be running on the power of generators -- and they, too, remind her of things she wants to bury. Anything leftover, used or otherwise, she cannot identify. The way the syringes are built are strange and the names listed on the medication bottles are short, simple, and unfamiliar. Jill tries to make sense of a medical chart, but it's missing any information that might be worthwhile. Instead, she goes to the drawers, tugging on one that seems to be rusted shut. She gives it a few sharp and focused tugs, enough that it comes off track and she just barely manages to hold onto it and make sure that its contents don't spill. ]

Goddamn this place.

03: SETTLING IN (WILD CARD).

[ Jill isn't particularly thrilled by the living arrangements, but it beats standing up or going back to where she started in that damn... pod or whatever it might be. Although the mattresses are stained, some with old gore and some with remnants of bodies or worse, she's quick to brush aside a littering of bones and claim a bed for herself, though uncertain how to ensure it remains her own. So, she settles against the the outside of the strange sci-fi doors and waits for someone to meander on by on their own time, canting her head and offering a hey in greeting.

Otherwise, she's found a good way to blow off some steam and is fighting radroaches. She seems to relish in it, mostly barehanded. While some others might not be able to handle it without a weapon, the way she delivers a kick, kneedrop, big elbow, or big boot is beyond compare. It utterly obliterates after she wears it down a little. Occasionally she might use anything she finds including food trays. When a group starts to skitter about, though, she's quick to go for an ally when spotted and ask them to hand her the toaster behind them. ]

04. NETWORK POST.

Hey. Anyone understand what's up with the medical supplies? Interested in learning about them if you have any info.

Otherwise, please defer to me if you need any help with the overgrown cockroaches (or anything else you might find). If you need a hand getting around them or clearing them out, I'll ensure your safety.

Thanks.

OOC/MISC.

[ Please feel free to ask for a unique starter, PM me, and ask about plurk or Discord if you want to plot or just talk! I'm especially interested in having Jill encounter ghouls or super mutants and the internal dilemma she may face and how she might have to change how she thinks and feels because they aren't the same as monsters from her own world. ]

Edited 2020-04-10 02:11 (UTC)

The curiosity has started to flicker again inside of her like a flame too long covered.

It used to be an insatiable hunger, which barely fought off the suffocation of being so trapped for so long. This was not behind any of the doors. This is not Rapture, not Columbia. She doesn't know where she is or how she got here. She waits for a sign of Comstock or- or Booker. There aren't any constants this time around. It's a world of variables. This is no afterlife, but the blood stains prove its a place of death.

robots

Elizabeth finds the depowered robots first. They don't have a large drill instead of a hand (the Big Daddy were more than a robot, she knows), and they're not as large songbird, but she's suspicious of them nonetheless. And curious. She searches them to learn what she can about them, trying to find ways to look inside and poke around, searching for instructions that she can follow to power them. She finds tools in the maintenance area, and she's attempting to use one to open the robot up.

It might be reckless. She would rather them turn back on while she has a better understanding of how they work.

kitchen

The curiosity brings her to the kitchen too. She pours the odd water into pots and pans to experiment with. She doesn't trust it so she tries to start a fire in the stove to boil it first before taking a taste test. Packages are opened (carefully and methodically so as not to waste any). She wants an idea of what this food actually is like maybe it will hold secrets, but she's lacking any way to test how safe any of it is. It's likely still food. Why would anyone bring them here only to poison them? Every appliance and item of food is caked in dust and rust indicating years of misuse.

text

Does anyone have theories about what happened to the people who came before us? The blood indicates violence. The giant bugs aren't a likely culprit. Some of the pool cues were used as weapons. We don't want to repeat their same mistakes.

[Arrival]

[After getting out of the pod, Kaine's just going to take a quick look in either direction before dragging a hand down his face. He sounds exhausted already and it's not just from the weird awakening. It's not even the weirdest wakeup he's had anyways.

And he's human. Hasn't noticed his powers missing and doesn't seem particularly weirded out by anyone who isn't, but spend enough time in the Marvel universe and you see all kinds of weird people and things. ]

Okay, I think I know what's going on here.

[He doesn't have a clue, but that's not going to stop him from throwing out what he thinks is going on here.]

This is Murderworld, right? Any minute, Arcade's going to show up on one of those garage sale computers and start cackling and doing all that annoying supervillain shit, probably send some robots in to kill us or...whatever he does.

[That kind of fell apart at the end, but he's never met the guy. Just heard of him and his weird amusement park and death maze things. And that seems as likely an explanation as anything else.]

Probably something screwed up with these arm things too. Like they're a bomb or something.

[That matches with what he's heard. Or at least he thinks it does?]

[Day of Rest]

[Okay, so...not Murderworld! His bad! Also he's missing his powers, so that's...different. If he'd noticed that sooner, he probably wouldn't have gone on and on about that. But he doesn't have Spider-Sense or anything, so it's not like he'd notice something's off until he goes to use it and it's not there.

Like trying to web up one of those radroaches and...nothing. But it's fine, it's been a few days, he hasn't died horribly and aside from looking like an ass that first day, things have been about as okay as they can be given the situation And then the power goes out. Awesome.]

So anybody know how to fix whatever the hell broke?

[Because he sure doesn't.]

I. ARRIVAL

Ugh...

[ If Sara can go a lifetime without experiencing another form of stasis sickness, it'd be too soon. When the pod unseals, she carefully peels herself from its cushioning and places a palm over the side of her head. She scans the room to take in her surroundings, but it just becomes even more confusing by doing so. ]

What the...?

[ She acknowledges one of the others waking u from their pods and tries to grab their attention. ] Psst! [She's groggy, lost, and looking for answers. ]

Hey, do you know what's going on here?

II. NETWORK

I can't be the only one who thinks it's messed up that the pods are more comfortable and welcoming than the beds... right?

[Arrival]

[Congratulations on planning for your future? That’s the first thing that strikes Jimmy as, well, wrong. He’s good at a lot of things, but planning for the future isn’t one of them. Well, not in a financial sense. He was good at planning contingencies for getting kidnapped, because that tended to happen an awful lot to him. But beyond that, if he planned for the future, he probably wouldn’t have the bowtie collection he had. Automatically, he reaches for his special Superman signal watch…but it’s not there. Instead -]

What the heck?

[It’s a big device, and nothing about it seems too familiar to Jimmy. He taps on the device and when the instruction screen comes up, Jimmy raises an eyebrow. He looks up to see other people popping out of pods – not all of the pods, but a few, and to the person closest to him, he asks]

Hey. Do – do you know what’s going on?

[Whatever it was, it was clear that his pal Superman wasn’t going to be able to come to his rescue this time.]

[Settling In]

[He’s not a classically trained fighter, Jimmy. Given the world he’s lived in and the things he’d been through, and the contacts his best friend had, one would think that Jimmy would have hit up Wildcat or Black Canary for some training in that department, but nope. Good thing for him that he was fast on his feet, though. He has a pool cue in his hands, broken in half. He’s wielding them like stakes. He’s watched Wendy the Werewolf Stalker enough times to know how to stab a giant monster. Thing is, these things are quick, and hungry, and there’s too many of them.]

Gah!

[One squelches as Jimmy kills it, but two quickly take its place.]

Really wish I had a giant can of Raid right now!

[Though, he hates to admit, these things had probably developed an immunity to the stuff.]

[Arrival]

[Blue had never been Rachel’s color, but that was currently the least of her worries. Of utmost concern was the fact that wherever she was, she wasn’t on the Painted Lady anymore – and she couldn’t see Neena or Inez anywhere. Sure, there were others waking up from their pods, but none of those scant few were people she recognized. Which, fine, Earth was a big place after all, and god only knew that her world was far bigger than simply Earth. After walking around, trying to get some sort of bearins on her surroundings, Rachel finally finds herself infront of a wildly outdated computer terminal. She was no computer expert herself – her expertise really came more from thievery and making things explode – but how difficult could something this ancient be? Turns out…super difficult.]

Overseer? Who – or what, I suppose – is Overseer?

[And why doesn’t that name fill Rachel with any sort of comfort?]

[Day of Rest]

[Snob was a word that had been applied to Rachel and her tastes for as long as she remembers. Even though her beginnings were, well, less than humble, she’d always aspired to…more. Wealth, better people, that sort of thing. Even if she tended towards being a criminal more often than not. It was likely for this reason that she was staring down at the “meat” on her plate, refusing to touch it. She pushes the plate away, knocking her party hat to the ground. Oh well, not like she was going to wear that anyway.]

Hard pass, darlings. I’ll just stick to the cake, thanks.

[And that’s when the power decides to cut out.]

Moments like this are why we need a Dazzler or a Jubilee around. Does anyone know what broke and how to fix it?

Edited 2020-04-14 05:31 (UTC)

SETTLING IN

( Power's up.

Ish, anyway, thanks to Tony and many of this ragtag group of strangers all pitching in. Won't be a permanent fix, but the system seems built to last for decades past him, a truculent asshole that's simultaneously reminiscent of a PWR from the 50's and some pulp sci-fi fan's idea of what a nuclear reactor ought to be.

(Also no one understood his dryly expressed "Chernobyl" quotes throughout the tense repairs, a fucking tragedy in and of itself.)

Okay, so, back on track: power's (temporarily on) for now and they're not all getting irradiated into early graves, the lights have sent their cockroach menaces scurrying for the time being, and the water seems more or less safe to drink. Sure, there's rust and dust and decay and... and the dead scattered hither and thither in various states of horror film rot via pick-your-own-murder-method, an omen; a warning, perhaps, of what may be in store for the rest of them, but hey, he's miraculously alive.

Is he thankful yet? He may have to wait on that one, he'll have to wait on the heartache of missing Pepper and Morgan when his thoughts are less laser-focused on the immediate survival of here and now.

The Benetar wasn't the greatest place to get stranded for two weeks all of five years ago, but at least it moved, if only for that slim span of time. There was traction, there was travel before the drift. Now? Now, in this vault, there's no going anywhere just yet, so he's taking stock of another necessity: their current food supply. Here in the kitchen, Tony's done some brief tidying before beginning to take inventory on some scratch paper.

The first this anyone'll see of him is just a blue-clad behind and that gold '66' across his equally blue-besuited back, while he's knelt to reach for some non-perishables pushed allllllll the way to the back in the (admittedly sizable) pantry. )

Sugar bombs, sugar wafers, sugar- ( he squints at the faded paper wrapper of this particular can, ) -sugared carrots, well now we have a motive for murder... oh. We got a Botulism Express here, hold on...

( He'll just pass back a bloated tin to You, you lucky person who's found him, have this gift, )

Mind just, sticking that in the box there for me? Thanks. ( Even if they don't take it, he'll still settle back with a sigh, feeling his bones creak. )

Well we won't starve, at least for a long while if we're smart about it.

REST

Option A:

( That's roach. That's motherfucking roach meat and, you know, he willingly ate some dicey stuff when he was starving in space five years ago, but he sure as hell isn't hungry enough to now.

That also doesn't mean he wouldn't be mildly fascinated to see someone else take the plunge. For science. Here in the rec room, Tony has wisely just taken a slim slice of cake and a small glass of mineral-tasting powdered milk, but as the party goes on, he might just lean aside to someone, and offer: )

...I dare you.

Option B

Well. Shit.

( The light of his pip-boy seems too bright at first, wobbling in the air as he hastens to set his plate down on the nearest surface. )

Alright, bad to worse, that's... doable. Hey, you- ( That's a light in Your face, Stranger Whose Name He May Or May Have Not Forgotten, sorry in advance, )

Get your game face on. You hear that?

WILDCARD

( bring anything to me! I know fuckall about nuclear reactors, but I do know Fallout (ish) and can fake it if you're up for wild repair shenanigans either pre-settling in or for Option B. Tony will generally be found everywhere, including kicking radroach carapace, so if you'd prefer that too, I'm easy. He's tentatively post-Endgame, just a heads up. )

Edited (Tags closed properly now, whoops) 2020-04-14 10:47 (UTC)

I. ARRIVAL

[ Well, this is a load of bullshit. She'd been running around trying to get a big scoop only to end up... here. In a Vault. One she hadn't heard of, at least by the numbers. It was probably some hideout. Something clandestine, used for storage or what she's beginning to understand, more likely experiments on innocent people. Funny how the people who still live in some are just fine and happy to go about their business and a rad-free life but all the empty ones aren't. She doesn't know if Vault Tech even exists anymore, but she knows she hates the bastards.

A kidnapping doesn't seem beneath them, either.

So, she dusts herself off and groans, frustrated by all this. Had she been knocked out by a Deathclaw or did the rads just get too high? She doesn't usually use too many chems, so she knew that wasn't the case. Either way it was very blink and you miss it...

Either way, her initial reaction is to kick the pod she'd removed herself. ]

Damn it! This doesn't even make any sense! Where the hell is "Vault 66" anyway?

[ She gives it a small, dragging kick for good measure. ]

II. DAY OF REST

[ She's all about a good party and there's no better time for one than when the stress is high. She's got two Nuka-Colas held by the neck in one hand and an extra-extra large slice of cake in the other and she makes herself at home settling down to a seat.

She pops open the cap of one of the nukes and goes for a swig before putting the cake on the table. ]

Nothin' beats a good, cold Nuka-Cola when the going gets rough, you know?

III. PIP-BOY CHATTER/NETWORK

Okay. So, anyone know anything about our captors? Or where the hell this Vault is? I've never heard of it or seen it on a map.

I'm from the Commonwealth. Diamond City.

Edited 2020-04-15 21:20 (UTC)

I. ARRIVAL

What the fuck is this?

[Jiro is unfamiliar with 1950s American culture and the video is just as weird as waking up in the pod thing. He barely pays attention to the message, trying to open the pod until it unseals itself. He feels too slow and uncoordinated getting out, and the heaviness of his wrist has him looking down at the blocky electronic thing. It's so much larger than the watch-like quantum camouflage device he had there previously. The jumpsuit isn't an entirely new thing either, it's just much brighter in colour than his, has less accessories and pouches, and looks kind of shit-tier with that ridiculous gold trim. The Bureau must not have wanted to spend another ten billion yen on him, because he keeps destroying their shit.

Then he gets a look at the room and the other pods. He's starting to think it's some kind of "containment" like they had threatened him with. He expected something more like a jail cell if they went through with it at all, but this place is all kinds of fucked up.]

What do you think this is?

[He appears to be talking to himself, and not anyone exiting the pods.]

Hey! You're not fucking taking a nap now, are you!? Get out here, you shitty cat!

II. SETTLING IN

[He's figured out this place, at least ostensibly, doesn't have anything to do with the Bureau. Which may or may not be good. It's debatable. Apparently no longer possessed, he hasn't been able to make contact with Rago or use any of the cat demon's energy to punch holes in the walls. After attempting said holes a few times, Jiro gives up to wander around since no one else seems to know jack shit either.

He's currently trying every door to see where it goes, kicking the doors if they don't open. From the kitchen, he's taken a box of an unrecognizable brand of cereal and carries it with him, shoving handfuls of the too-sweet possibly corn things into his mouth, dropping some on the floor and inadvertently leaving a trail.]

III. ROACHES

Fuck.

[That is... a giant cockroach. There's others skittering their way up after the first, all just as big. Instead of running or even preparing to fight them, he stands there and hisses at the thing, holding up the cereal box like he's going to share a little snack with the insect.]

IV. WILDCARD
Up for anything!

[Arrival:]

[This isn’t the first time that Peggy Carter has woken up in strange surroundings feeling rather groggy and confused, nor will it likely be the last. What does seem strange are the clothes she’s wearing and the Pip-boy attached to her arm. A quick check tells her that any weapons, gadgets, or devices that would usually be on her person are missing. It’s then that she gives further thought to the Pip-boy, going through the instruction screen.]

Health status. Geiger counter. A map. Whatever this is, at least it doesn’t seem to be a bomb.

[This said mostly to herself, though anyone around her is likely to pick up what she’s saying.]

Glad I seem to be in good health too, all things considered. Right then.
[She looks around then, taking everything in with a well-trained eye. The pods, some open, some closed; the computer terminals, some of the confused people around her. She purses her lips. Vault-Tec. New subsidiary of Leviathan, perhaps? Something having to do with the Council? Surely this isn’t the sort of thing that Dottie Underwood was able to pull-off. Then again, it could be entirely unrelated.

Peggy turns her attention back to the Pip-boy and fiddles with it, finding the radio first. The music feels wildly out of place there in that room, and so she quickly switches to the station called Overseer Announcements. Static only. Hmm.]

Excuse me – do you fancy a bit of exploration? I don’t believe there are any answers to be found here, but surely there must be some answers beyond that door there.

[Settling In:]

[Peggy’s been in worse places, in worse situations. One doesn’t go through the war without having suffered through some of the worst conditions, so oddly enough, she seems to have made herself at home. There are barely any creature comforts – creatures, most certainly, she’s already come across the radroaches – but things could be worse.

Currently, she’s in the kitchen, turning over a can of steak and kidney pudding in her hands, seemingly contemplating it. Surely it couldn’t be worse than some of the stuff she’d eaten out in the field before?]

How old do you think this is, exactly?

[A Day of Rest:]

[It’s not the wildest party she’s ever been to, but at least it’s a party where she’s not undercover for one reason or another. As far as Peggy can figure out, they’re all in the same six-walled-static-boat. The cola’s not at all close to the sort of comfort that whiskey brings, but this doesn’t seem to be the place for comfort, does it? She eats the cake just to be polite – who knows if Louis is the sort of artificial intelligence capable of emulating feelings? It does seem to be the sort of thing that Howard Stark or, worse, Dr. Samberly would attempt to do with a bit of robotic machinery – it was possible that whomever created Louis would have done the same.

She’s finally started mingling with some people when the lights die and silence descends upon them all.]

I don’t believe it was even this quiet when we were asleep in the pods. We truly are literally in the dark aren’t we?

[This is said mostly to herself as her eyes tick towards Louis, who more than likely isn’t charging anymore, and probably wouldn’t be much help anyway.]

Do we have any engineers or scientists in the room? Someone who might have an idea as to what’s going on or what needs to be fixed?

[She’s great at using technology that’s been handed to her, sure, but fixing it is an entirely different sort of game. She uses her Pip-boy to turn back to the Overseer announcements channel, but she’s still only getting static. She sighs.]

I’ll accompany whomever wants to go to the pod room – surely the energy there must still be working to some degree. I can’t fix much, but I can try to keep you safe from the roaches while you work on restoring power.

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[ Rise of the living dead]

It wouldn't be the first time Rotty woke up in a strange place, in a strange outfit with no memory of how she got there. It was however one of the weirdest set ups she'd ever seen.

"Huh...OK but like...What's an America? And if you're expecting me to pop out babies you guys are barking up the wrong tree!"

If no one stops her though she's eyeing up that level on the wall. Rotty always did love a good level and starts inching her way towards it curiously.

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[Roach attack!]

Now that they were exploring Rotty wasted no time in setting off for the farthest corners of the Vault. She was always the fastest zombie and the fact that she wasn't particularly put off by the amount of gore that kept popping up in every other room meant she didn't have to slow down.

There was however...one other issue she hadn't considered. The Radroaches.

"Gross gross gross!"

Instinctively she tried to pull her leg off only to find it was held on more firmly then she was used to. With a frustrated cry she kicked the first roach as hard as she could and scrambled back down the hall with a swarm in tow.

"Somebody Help!!!!"

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[Party time]

Now parties were more Rotty's speed. She had the party hat on and was encouraging the others to eat by bringing slices of cake around to them even if they were lingering on the edges of the room.

"Come on you! Might as well enjoy this food while we have it right? Who knows how much longer it'll last...oh how much longer you'll last!" She laughs at her own dark sense of humor before trying some of the cake herself and sighing happily.

"You know most people think that we zombies have dulled senses but it's actually way stronger sometimes. If you guys knew how yummy brains were you wouldn't act all weird about it when we want to have a little nibble."

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[Arrival]

[Trixie can't help but feel like somehow, this is Twilight Sparkles fault.

She doesn't know how, she doesn't know if she'll ever get a chance to prove it, but she's pretty positive this sort of weird thing only happens to Twilight and her friends. As for why it's happening to her now she doesn't have a clue.

What she does know is that she's surrounded by weird fleshy two legged creatures all wearing the same jumpsuit she's wearing.

She is also aware that she no longer has access to her magic.

So she does what makes the most sense to her in this situation...tries to climb back into her pod.]

Let me back in! Let me in! I didn't agree to any of this!

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[Settling in.]

[Time to make the best of a bad situation. Trixie has started gathering junk from around the vault and piling it up in the main room trying to figure out how she can make it work to her advantage. Her prized find so far appears to be a deck of cards which she is...somehow shuffling with her hooves.]

It may not be much, but the greatest magicians can perform under the worst of situations. And The Great And Powerful Trixie is not going to let a little apocalypse get in the way of her rise to glory.

Go on then! Pick a card!

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[Day of rest?]

[ Trixie has been poor before. She has been dirt poor, spending your last two bits on bland oats so you can make it to the next town with something in your stomach poor.

She has not been "Eating roach meat" poor. The very prospect of it turns her blue face green for a moment and she slides it away, opting to focus her attention on the cake and fizzy beverages. Not the most healthy choices but she's never been one to deny herself the sweeter things in life.]

I've been to more enthusiastic funerals. Does the robot know we're not happy to be here?

[Arrival]

[ As you try to find your bearings and recover from the disorienting process of waking up in a pod, you may notice some of your fellow Vault Dwellers aren't handling this as well as the others.

One in particular being a pale, dark haired girl who has backed herself up against a wall and is looking at you all with suspicion and murderous intent in her eyes.

The last thing Azula remembered was running off into the forest after her mother...

Clamping her eyes closed she pressed a palm to her head to try and quell a growing headache. She had to focus...had to put that woman and her deception out of her head. Whatever nightmare she'd just woken up into needed her full attention.

Do you dare to approach the girl as she grumbles to herself? Be careful those nails look sharp.]

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[Settling in.]

[ Azula had calmed down somewhat, though her attitude had not improved. She was trapped underground which already had her anxiety building in the back of her mind, and she had discovered that her firebending had somehow been blocked. That had resulted in an emotional breakdown that thankfully she was fairly sure no one else saw since she was in her morbidly decorated room.

Now that she had collected her thoughts somewhat she was focusing her mind on the problems at hand. They needed to find out just how much of this place was accessible. Perhaps there were hidden chambers, perhaps more weapons or supplies...

...or perhaps there were giant bugs.]

Absolutely disgusting.

[She doesn't sound too stressed just irritated as she looks to you and gestures to the bugs.]

Well go on. Dispose of them so we can continue.

[Wait is she not going to help? She's holding one of the few remaining pool cues!]

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[Day of Rest.]

[By this point Azula's come to the conclusion that she's probably going to die in this horrible place.

No amount of cake or party hats is going to convince her that this isn't just some elaborate death trap to punish her for failing to kill her mother or take back the throne or any other number of sins she's committed.

No amount of potential death will convince her to eat bug meat. Not today at least.]

At least these drinks are interesting.

[But then the power goes out and she grips her fork tightly in case she needs to stab someone for getting too close to her. Gritting her teeth and rising from her seat she starts feeling her way through the darkness hoping to find a wall she can put her back to.]

Are there any candles in our supplies?

[Arrival.]

[ Sandy watched somewhat in a daze as the adults around her continued to curse, kick things and look generally more clueless then she was used to.

It's not that she trusted adults to handle things. She wasn't THAT young, but she figured they'd act in their own best interest which would mean if she stuck with this group she wouldn't die right away.

That being said her last memories were...not great and this was only a slight improvement so she shuffles off to a corner of the room and sits on the floor with her back to a wall watching as everyone tries to get their bearings.

Care to try and comfort the distraught kid?]

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[ Settling in.]

[ Sandy doesn't count herself as particularly talented in most areas. But being smaller then average for her age comes with some advantages. Such as being able to loot the bottom cabinates and cupboards easier then others.

Half in and half out of a cupboard she's pawing through some cans and boxes of pre packaged food calling to whoever she's supposed to be helping.]

Should we be worried that the skeletons we found didn't live long enough to eat most of this?

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[Day of Rest]

[ This all feels...really weird and wrong to Sandy.

Sitting at the table with everyone else, refusing to wear the party hat she pokes at the meat in front of her suspiciously and wrestles with these feelings she can't quite put a name to.]

This is...so stupid.

Why are we just rolling with this? Is it really OK to be sitting down like...like we're enjoying ourselves when we should be trying to get out of here?

[Arrival]
[Head hurts more than it ever has upon awake- which is to say, it does hurt. Synths could feel things, or at the very least, he had memories of feelings to rely on. And his memories were telling him now that this hurt like hell. There he was, paling around the Commonwealth, only to wake up in...]

The Memory Den...? No... this can't be right.

[He's talking to himself as he pulls his way out of the pod. Moving slow, letting things come into focus.]

Hey, Partner! You around here? Mind telling me the number of the thing that hit... us?

[But he's caught, dumbstuck and letting the words die in his mouth. It's not a very Nick Valentine thing to do, but it wasn't a very Nick Valentine thing to have a right hand covered in skin.

Human skin.]

What in the sam hell.

[Day of Rest]

[Tell you what, there are some things you miss about being human; amusingly, even if you were never human to begin with. Sitting down to a meal with friends is just one of those things.]

I have to say, I've always wondered what grilled radroach actually tastes like, and now I can say with certainty... [He pops a forkful in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.]

That the answer is, "not great".

001. I DON'T WANT TO SET THE WORLD ON FIRE

( Slade would like to say he's slept in less-friendly places.

He's got a war story for everything, including the one where he spent the night in a shallow, watery grave under a barrage of enemy fire.

Sleeping here is a close second to that.

The bed are lumpy, moldy, and he'd almost prefer going back to the pods. He considers it on more than one occasion, but ultimately decides against sleeping somewhere so foreboding. In navigating this, it helps that Slade isn't particularly squeamish. The bloodstains are their own problem, but any skeletons on or around the bunk of his choice he grabs and drags out into the hallway. There's a nice pile of them, about four, when Slade looks over to whoever is nearby. )

Least they kept the beds warm for us. ( Too soon? ) Give me a hand. We can drop them off in one of these empty rooms.

002. ANYTHING GOES

( After a bit of searching, he realizes he doesn't have a good excuse not to attend this party.

He can be sociable, even kind when he wants to be, and he's not in the market to make enemies so early on, especially when these people may be his only chance at figuring out what's going on. Maybe not, but it might be better to stay on their good side.

The fact that he'd found a bottle of the greatest social lubricant — a well aged rum that's perhaps a little too aged — makes it worthwhile. He holds the bottle out to the nearest person. )

Drink?

( Unless they're a child, to which he says: )

Sorry, kid. This is for grown ups.
Go ask the robot for a nice cup of apple juice instead.

003. BUTCHER PETE

Looking for bar soap and decent shampoo. Willing to trade Dandy Boy Apples and deviled eggs.

( So he may have been stockpiling. Sue him. )

Also willing to barter to kill your radroaches. One tube of toothpaste per roach.

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