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TEST DRIVE MEME 2
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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. While the current occupants of the vault have made some improvements, it's hard to ignore piles of skeletons in corners and the mildew on the beds. 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. 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, the kitchen is stocked with 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.
A small reminder that characters are not the only living things 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.
Welcome vault dwellers to the dreaded cleaning day. Yes, many characters have been tidying up here and there for, let’s face it, lack of much else to do in their new home. But the resident kitchen Mr. Handy robot has finally snapped, threatening the other Mr. Handy, Nick, with deactivation and some creative repurposing of his parts if something isn’t done about the horrible state of the vault. Too bad Nick would rather feed himself to the roaches than do that much work- meaning he’s conscripted you, the newly awoken and (semi-)veteran vault dwellers alike, to help.
Whether you like it or not.
Nick has helpfully put you into pairs, lured you into rooms throughout the vault, and then locked you in together with enough cleaning supplies to get the job done. Just pile the junk in one corner, he says, and he’ll unlock the door once it looks presentable. How does he know how it looks inside the room through solid metal doors? He’s not telling. Just another piece of info you can try to squeeze out of him once you’ve escaped and, possibly, enact your revenge. But for now, better get cleaning. Or for those of you with some lock-picking or hacking skills, figuring out this weird technology to get the door to open back up again without Nick’s help.
Post text or audio messages to the pip-boy network to get to know your fellow dwellers!
Saya Takagi | Highschool of the Dead
Saya's last memory before blacking out was the chinese nuke that hit Japan during the outbreak, so the video that played in her pod made her curious. However, as more and more started happening around her as she adapted to her surroundings and the items on her person, she began to panic and breathe shallow, quick breaths.
"What... what happened? Where's everyone? How did I get here"
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With her back to a corner and her eyes darting around nervously she settled on the girl asking questions and glared at her.
"Shut up. Panicking isn't going to answer anything." she hissed before turning her attention back to the room at large.
"Something like this seems too much even for her to pull off...so how...ugh."
She was frustrated, and wouldn't want to admit it but scared. And the fact that she couldn't access her bending made it so much worse.
"You! What's your name?" she demanded trying to take charge of the situation to make herself feel better.
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Mentally chastising herself, Saya visibly shook her head and took a deep breath before looking back at Azula. "You... you're not faring any better yourself!" she began to try and give herself the courage to snap out of her stupor. "I'm Takagi, Takagi Saya" She paused and closed her eyes for a moment before looking her over again. "You?"
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"Princess Azula of the Fire Nation." She answered matter of factly before turning back to the room and slowly inching around her pod to peer at one of the pods that had not opened.
"And it would seem Takagi Saya, that we are not the only ones here...just the only ones waking up." She carefully pressed an ear to one of the pods half expecting to hear screams. The silence was somehow less comforting then she'd expected.
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"Hm. What is this place?" she asked more to herself as she lowered her head in thought.
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"Those images indicated some kind of bunker." She answered mind reeling from the possibilities as she began to cautiously step around the pod to examine an empty one near her own.
"But there was a lot in those images I didn't understand." She paused and twisted her head to glance over her shoulder at Takagi suspiciously.
"You saw them too didn't you?"
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Saya paused for a moment and nodded, but yes, it's a bunker for certain, a nuclear bunker from the way it was described... I mean," she looked at Azula and raised a brow. "It was a pretty clear description, what didn't you understand from them?" she asked curiously as she nodded at her last question.
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"Well for one, what is an "atomic" bomb and something about "Nuclear" devastation?"
Never mind how the images were moving or just where "America" was. She didn't know just how much she'd be able to get out of this one or if she was even telling the truth. Best to start with the most important information.
"And those numbers...were they coordinates? If we contacted that group then they were the ones to bring us here? I think I'd remember something like that."
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When Azula brought up the numbers, Saya once again raised a brow. "Coordinates? You mean the phone number for that supposed company Vault-tec? I mean I guess we could contact them if we had a phone or a pc to reach them at..." Something to think about for sure and a plan Saya could get behind.
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This was to say the least...uncomfortable. But this one seemed to know plenty.
The last part struck a little too close to home and Azula did her best to keep her face neutral, but there was a flicker and familiarity in her eyes. Her own father had done something similar after all.
And it had been her idea.
"Phone number...alright. And we can use this number to gather more information." Azula was piecing things together as best she could but she had only just now noticed the light source overhead wasn't candles or any obvious form of fire.
She wouldn't say it out loud, but it was at this point she suspected she might be out of her depth.
"Well you seem knowledgable and that will be helpful. Can you defend yourself?" Azula was eyeing the door and if whoever was on the other side wanted them to go back in their pods she wasn't going to make it easy for them.
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At Azula's inquiry, Saya looked uncomfortable. "If I had a gun, I guess. Or any other weapon... Hirano and Takashi taught me a little but I admit combat is not my forte."
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For now she began striding towards the door with false confidence. "Very well then, stay behind me and if necessary I'll ensure you survive long enough to help me figure out just what sort of mess we've gotten into."
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Once Azula began taking charge, it felt familiar and Saya was beginning to feel more at ease as she nodded, "Sounds fair to me, I certainly don't wana get killed here not after everything..." She paused and shook her head. "Lead the way."
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So it was with wide-eyed shock that she watched as one of the very pods she had been keeping watch over happened to open up. Her body tensing as she watched another woman shoot out in an absolute state of bewilderment.
"Ah, hold on now! Take a breath or two first. You just woke up. You're probably still acclimatizing."
Wow. She couldn't believe it. After nearly a month, someone had actually managed to wake up from one of these things.
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Once a moment passed, she looked up again, "Woke up... That's... is what the video said true? I remember the attack and then... it all went black. And now this?" she looked around again, nothing looked familiar.
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She sighed, grateful that this new girl seemed to recover pretty quickly, all things considering.
"Here, what do you say we get out of this dreary place and go upstairs where it's a little nicer."
Emphasis on 'a little'.
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"I... yeah I mean, I guess that's a good idea. Maybe I'll be able to clear my head..." she paused for a moment before looking at them curiously. "Have you been here long?"
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She continued to lead Saya through the dark halls, turning and winding rather expertly amongst what seriously felt like a maze before finally entering a much larger room. It seemed to be a gaming hall of sorts with a kitchen attached. Although most of the supplies within the room were just as decrepit as everything else within the vault. And was that blood on the floor? Oh right, Chocolat had been meaning to deep clean those stains.
"And here we are! Welcome to our humble little rec room! Though most of us have really only been spending most of out time here to get some food. Are you hungry?"
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"Oh, at that sounds," finally catching a glimpse of the surroundings, Saya stopped and sighed. "On second thought, I think I'll wait to eat..."
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Well, most of them were at least.
"And at the moment it's also all we have. Unless you don't mind cockroach meat that is," Or the concept of fighting Jiro, one of their less sane vault-mates who had developed a bit of an emotional connection with said cockroaches.
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Saya sighed and looked down and as if on queue her stomach grumbled. "Ugh... I guess I should eat something but... is anyone making sure the food is rationed?"
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"So the robot does the gathering? The cooking? Or both?" she wondered just how much did the robots do in this place.
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