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nolandspam2020-05-18 02:41 pm
TEST DRIVE MEME 2
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. 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!
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"Ugh... I had a feeling it might come to something like that and honestly... If what was said in the video was true, then the fauna that survived is probably not the kindest... both outwardly and in regards to sustenance."
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"Guess I should have learned at least a little something more in that regard..."
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Or at least she assumes Saya's situation before winding up in the vault was chaotic, given the implications of their conversation earlier.
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"You know? I think I thought the same thing. That was until I was in the middle of it all and I had to make a choice; Either wake up and live, or just let myself die like the ones who gave up."
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"In a sense. I'm not particularly trained... It wasn't until the bit outbreak where some companions began to teach me how to use firearms and basic self defense. But that's pretty much the gist of it. I was more of the brains of the operation whithin our small team."
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Dishes still in hand, she kicked her heals a little before turning back to face Saya with a smile. "My name's Chocolat. Chocolat Misu. I know the accommodations around here really hit the bear minimum but I look forward to figuring our way around things together."
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"Takagi, Takagi Saya. And thank you, you helped me get my bearings after a... well... chaotic awakening."
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Especially when it came to conspiring together to find an escape.
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"To be honest... it would have been much harder to be in this alone, so I suppose I am a bit grateful..." she frowned and sighed. "Assuming we can count on each other here and don't end up screwing our chances."
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Ah well. Chocolat preferred it this way.
"Some people are more helpful than others. But I suppose that's simply how it tends to be when you work with a group. In the end though we all seem to have the same goal in mind when it comes to being stuck in this place; surviving and getting the hell out of here. ♥"
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"Well, I guess... I guess I should get comfortable here for now. We might be here for a bit, but I do plan on building up on that getting the hell out of here plan."
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At least that's what Nick told her.
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Oh thank god! Finally someone who might be able to get this done! That was certainly more than Nick was willing to offer!