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MONTH 3 LOG
WHERE: Vault 66
WHEN: Month 3
WHAT: The pods and the vault door opens
WARNINGS: Violence, likely language
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.
It’s finally here, at long last. In the lead up to the Vault opening, Louis has turned the recreation area into a celebration. It comes with a modest feast! A whole cake, some tasty cola, and grilled meat (if you helped kill the radroaches or mole rats, you know where that meat came from). He even found some old party decorations that were supposed to be used when the Vault was unsealed after the war. The original party, of course, was supposed to be a few hundred years ago. The colors are faded and it’s horribly water stained, but the HAPPY VAULT DAY banner still holds. There are even party hats, for the particularly festive.
The event starts first thing in the morning and will last until early afternoon, when the Overseer announces it’s time to gather in the entry way for the main event.
The time has finally come for the Vault to open. After walking down a corridor of rusted and corroded radiation scanners and security terminals, characters are face to face with the ground level of a huge elevator shaft. At the very top, the four yard thick monstrosity of a door that has sealed the Vault closed for several hundred years. Despite its age, the old girl is as functional as the day she was made. Looking up from the bottom of the shaft, characters can see an intricate formation of deadbolts, gears, and other machinery holding the door in place.
Captain Simmons, the robot in charge himself, has come out to do the honors of opening the door. At an innocuous enough computer station, he plugs in the very tip of one of his three robotic arms to begin the unlocking sequence. What follows is a good minute of flashing lights, warnings that the door is being unsealed, and the grind of machinery as the locking mechanism unengages. The large, gear shaped door at the very top of the elevator shaft pulls back slightly, turns, then begins its descent down towards the gathered group. Make sure you’re not directly under it, Vault-Tec did not install any safety mechanisms to stop the door/platform from crushing anyone standing beneath it.
The door isn’t the only thing that comes down, however. The moment the door begins to lower, water rushes in after it. From the sudden activation of all pip-boys in the area, characters can instantly determine this is heavily irradiated water. It pours in until there is roughly two feet of the stuff on the floor of the entry way, then finally seems done. As if this weren’t enough, however, things come in with the water. Most of them small, about the size of your average radroach, scampering around and jumping at whatever source of fresh meat they can reach. There’s about half a dozen of these hatchlings. Two of them, however, are huge. Standing at about six feet tall, they look like a cross between a gigantic horse-shoe crab and an alien invader: mirelurks. And they aren’t pleased to find themselves suddenly stuck in a Vault.
Simmons immediately starts shooting and hovering away from the group, trying to distract the creatures from the gathered characters. Fighting may solve the problem, assuming no one is killed in the process. Fleeing back into the Vault, closing the heavy entrance door, and just letting the things starve to death for a few weeks is certainly an option. As is rushing the elevator and getting the hell out of the Vault while Simmons is distracted, but whether you’ll ever get back in again unknown. Whether you help, run away, let them kill Simmons then help, or another choice entirely is up to you.
Happy Vault opening day!
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Sandy
Sandy's wearing her nicest sun dress (The one with the least amount of obvious stitching. Either her sewing is getting better or this dress wasn't that bad when she found it.
She never thought of herself as the kind of girl to enjoy girly dresses, but after wearing a jumpsuit almost every day for two months she found she enjoyed the act of wearing different outfits more.
She took a seat near the juke box starting to memorize the songs and even singing along softly with the ones she recognized. She's on her third bottle of Cola and second plate of cake. She's even wearing the party hat.
This may be the happiest she's been since getting here because this feels like progress. She has hope that when they get to the surface things will be more clear.
"We're totally gonna die up there aren't we?" She laughed between songs. "But at least it's better then being bored to death."
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2. Grand Opening
She's got her gun on her hip and baton in hand.
She's swapped her dress for a clean-ish Vault Suit, and the security helmet she found exploring last month.
She's even got some snacks and water in a bag because she's not sure how long they'll be up there...as far as she's concerned she's prepared.
She was not however prepared for falling bug monsters and the clicking of her pip-boy to let her know they were up to their calves in radiation.
"What are these things!?" Sandy shouts scrambling for the elevator. One of the bugs gets too close to her and she screams swinging her baton and landing a solid strike on it's shell. There's a cracking sound and it screeches but it keeps after her.
"No no nonono!!!"
Vault Day
Harley had been in this place all of, what, an hour? And she was already getting pretty judgy of the sad everywhere. It was like Arkham without the therapy puppets. Or constant jail breaks. Though, actually, today was a kind of organized jail break, maybe?
Whatever the case, there's a party, and Harley will be throwing herself into it over brooding and...fuck, was that pink hair kid in the corner reading? Nope. Harley has her hat, a fistful of cake, and is going to be here next to the music box dancing at the upbeat tune kicking right now.
"They can keep sticking me in giant pits in the ground, and I'll just keep getting out. Never settle for boring."
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"I've been here for like ever!" Sandy complained taking a long drag off of her glass of cola. "I mean some days there's the giant roaches sure and that sucks but I'm used to New York! Even when it sucks there's always something new and scary to run from."
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She paused dancing for a moment to cock her head to the side.
"I mean, sure we had to raid the aquarium for it, but there was sushi, damn it! We don't even got rice."
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"My mom used to take me out for sushi when things were going well. I'd try something new each time and then get a big bowl of noodles and stuff." The longer she went on about that happy memory the more her buzz started to turn sour and she felt a sense of longing.
She tried to smother that feeling with another mouthful of cake.
"Louis does a great job with what he has though." She looked around to make sure the robot wasn't too close and leaned closer whispering to Harley "But don't offend him or he'll hold a grudge."
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Harley could use another handful of cake at that thought. And twirls over to get one before spinning back.
"Anyway, I'm Harley. Recently woken."
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She didn't normally talk so casually about that but the sugar amping through her system was making her quite sociable tonight.
"Sandy, been woke for a bit I guess?" She shrugs "As best we can tell the group I woke up with was the first group in awhile. The last ones alive down here were the ones that tried to mutiny and got killed ages ago."
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And tried to assassinate her for money, but there's so much thing as TMI when dealing with a child.
"But mutiny, huh? Whose The Man we're raging against?"
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"The overseer." She pointed as if he was somehow hovering overhead.
"I guess the Overseer was supposed to be the one who made sure the Vault was doing everything they were supposed to do. But now all we have is this robot who's taken over for the Overseer because they're dead."
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There are air quotes around that name. It was so very, very terrible.
"Who picks a villain name that makes it sound like you just watch girls getting undressed at night? Creepy as hell. Figures he let his own minions kill 'em."
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"You um," he's failed already, the words catching in his throat. "You look... nice."
Kill him.
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What's he up to now?
Then he compliments her and she's confused, suspicious, and kind of amused. It's hard not to laugh.
"Thanks?" It takes her a moment to put the pieces together "Is this because you made me cry?"
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Fuck everything. He can't meet her eyes or he'll say something rude on reflex and possibly make her cry again.
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Still this does make her feel pretty good.
"And you're sure you don't think my dress is stupid?"
She was pretty positive he still did. She didn't fully understand him but she was getting better at it.
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Which she already did, but she doesn't have to turn it around like this. It's confirmation that being nice is pointless, and it will always backfire.
"Your hat is stupid."
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She was still wearing her battered fedora but had a half a smirk when she agreed.
"But I haven't found any others. I mean there are some bonnets but those look even dumber. Maybe I'll find a better one upstairs."
She was hoping to find a lot more useful things upstairs. Clothes, decorations, tools. Anything to make their little hole in the ground less miserable.
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Or whenever they started down here. 2077. Bonnets seem so out of place, no matter which year it was.
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"Some Doctors coats too. If you wanted to mess with people we could put one on you with some glasses and you could swagger around acting like a professor."
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Grand Opening
Specifically their claws were bigger than he liked to see.
"Sandy! Duck!" The rising water was slowing him down a lot more than it was the bugs, but he was close enough to spin and throw a solid roundhouse kick right for the jaws of the thing after her. It was already oozing from the spot where she'd hit it with the baton. A steel-toed boot to the kisser ought to have some stopping power.
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Ducking as he gets closer she watches over her shoulder as he performs a kick that makes Sandy's jaw drop. She's only ever seen moves like that on TV and in movies but he pulled it off like it was no big deal.
Feeling a rush of adrenaline and courage from his support she springs back up and swings at the monster who is clearly stunned. It's shell cracked and it's claws clicking blindly trying to find prey.
SNAP!
Well...one claw now. Sandy's Baton breaks off one of the things arms and it falls into the water with a splash making the creature screech in fury, pain, or both.
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... well, no point in drawing this out. He sidesteps the claw, lifts his foot again, and stomps hard on the cracked front of the creature's shell. The exoskeleton's tough, more like a crab than a radroach, but the cracks Sandy's weapon put in it weaken it enough that he can smash it flat.
In the brief pause, the screeching of his and Sandy's pip-boy radiation monitors is very loud. He turns, jaw tensing as he counts the other mutant crabs. Two big ones are still up and around, and a bunch of the little bastards, too.
"You okay, Sandy?" What he wants to say is run for it, but she's armed. They might need the backup.
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"I-it didn't get me but we gotta keep going...right? We can't let them get into the Vault!" She pointed her baton at the other two big ones who were distracted for the time being.
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Not swearing around kids was a very important rule, and he'd go back to minding it as soon as they weren't being attacked by ten-foot-tall monster crabs.
And two-foot-tall less monstrous crabs: there were two more of the little ones rushing them. Yunlan swung at the nearer creature, baton impacting with a solid thud that knocked it back a foot. No cracks in the carapace, though. Yet.
He put more weight into the next swing.
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Still scared but like...in an awesome way?
She sized up the next monster, smaller then the first. She could do this right?
The creature came at her and she swung at the wrong time, the monster catching her baton in it's claws! With a yelp she jerked hard to get the baton back but it was surprisingly strong for it's size and refused to relent.
"LET GO!" She shrieked and swung her left hand hard in a fist catching the thing between the eyes. The force of her blow seemed to startle her just as much as it stunned the crab monster which rolled onto it's back letting go of the baton and flailing it's legs in pain and confusion.
"Whoa..." Sandy blinked in shock and looked at her fist as if it had done that all on it's own.
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Still -- she clearly had that one under control. He waded forward a step as another of the smaller creatures lumbered towards them, leaving a wake in the murky water.
"You haven't been skipping arm day, huh?"