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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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Dropping A TW For Chocolats Consistently Casual Nudity
Not chocolate-misu was the type of cake that they were having, but the girl who went much by the same name seemed to be sweetening up the kitchen just as much. Humming playfully to herself, she skipped around from place to place getting the party preparations in order. Despite being one of those who was supposed to be celebrating she very much seemed to have taken on the role of aiding Lewis in serving the others during the festivities.
"Oh hello..." Leaning over she placed of cake down before her fellow party-goer. A cheerful smile and friendly disposition overcoming her. "We just finished this up. And we have plenty of drinks as well if you'd like."
Yes, all in all, Chocolat seemed like a truly friendly and open person. Why, she almost seemed like an absolutely normal vault-mate for once. Well, as normal as the residents of this vault could be at least. But those who know Chocolat well at this point know what is average for her. A party hat on head and a cute 1950's poodle skirt adorning her lower half contrasting her traditional vault boots, it was with absolute indifference that she continued her pattern of living her days within the vault absolutely shirtless.
At least by this point most people were probably used to it.
II - Who Would Have Thought That We'd Run Into Trouble So Quickly?
Chocolat had prepared herself for their departure quite a few days in advance, bracing herself for the great unknown that was soon to open up to them. But despite any amount of mental or physical preparation, she most certainly wasn't ready for this. Tons of water fell all around their small group from above, the captain freaking out and firing his weaponry at, well, something. The entirety of their group seemed to scatter fast, some for the exit, some for the safety of the vault.
And Chocolat? Well, Chocolat was ecstatic.
Sure, she had been entertained well enough with the road roaches and mole rats with the occasional centaur mixed in. But this, this was the type of fast paced life-or-death action that she so sorely missed during their slow and stagnant time within the vault. It was with little hesitation that she ran head first towards those who decided to hang around and fight off the small herd of bigger-than-usual hermit crabs. Unzippering the upper half of her jumpsuit and pulling it half-way down before engaging in the action.
"I can't stand to stay away from the excitement, so I'm here to cheer you all on ♥," That is, if cheering people on meant charging forward with your naked chest out while skipping through the monster infested waters. "Ohohoh! Why, what's going on over here?"
III - Late Nights and Sweet Dreams
As days and nights passed since the grand opening of the vaults gates into the wide barren world above, most of the members spent their time still safe within the confines of the vault. Most of it had been due to what Captain Simmons had said less than a week before.
They needed a plan, and as designated team leader it was Chocolat's responsibility to put together a select group in order to scout the world above. Of course, one person she knew was an absolute shoe-in, someone she had approached almost immediately in fact. And then there were those she knew she would absolutely not ask to join her (they knew who they were). But that still left two extra spaces for her to fill, and the thought left her mind winding and reeling with possibilities.
So perhaps it wasn't all that surprising that, after fretting over the idea a few days over, that Chocolat had gone back to her old habits of wandering the halls at night.
Except, this night wasn't exactly like her previous ones. And while, as usual, she seemed to be roaming through the night half-naked, she seemed to be dragging her feet and carrying a rather uncharacteristically zoned out expression. At least, that was until she ran into another figure within the halls.
Her dazed expression changed to a dreamy smile as she approached, her arms spreading only to further emphasize her habit for casual nudity.
"Tee hee ♥," It was a quiet little giggle, but it was warning enough, as the next thing anyone knew her arms were wrapped around her vault-mates. Her face nuzzling affectionately into the warmth of her victims neck. It was only at this point that it would perhaps be noticed, that she didn't seem entirely aware herself of the situation. Perhaps, could it be, that she was sleepwalking?
IV - Come One Come All! Join The Most Badass Team!
During the daytime hours Chocolat at least seemed a little tamer in her disposition. For one, she actually seemed to be fully clothed today. Sure her suit was still almost fully unzippered down the front, and the sleeves seemed to be dangling very precariously off her shoulders, but at least she was completely covered for once.
In fact, she seemed to spend most of her time at the Rec Room bar, humming to herself cheerfully as clean and empty glasses littered the counter. Bottles of various alcohols displayed with her attempts to lure others vault-mates over. Indeed, she certainly seemed to be working with purpose.
"Oh? Would you like to try some? I have some food as well that Louis helped me with if you wish to have some of that instead," Her disposition was calm for once and lightly flirty in tone and she slid one of the glasses over. "Of course, the price is just a few simple questions. Something like, how good are your survival skills, hmn?"
Oh yeah, she was head-hunting.
V. Open!
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"Holy shit, you look ridiculous!"
It's now his theory that being in the vault is driving everyone crazy, and that's the only explanation for... this. He needs more alcohol.
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Besides, she thought the skirt was cute.
"Now that I think about it... Do you just never take that thing off? It's not like we had spares upon waking up and these skirts were the only things that I've managed to find around the vault since."
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"Hey, it's fucking serviceable! No one cares about laundry down here!"
Everyone but him probably does, but he's never been the most hygienic person.
"Besides, some of us are fucking seven feet tall and there's a lack of clothing options!"
He's exaggerating, but not by much. He hasn't actually looked through the clothing, but really, he doesn't expect to find many things that will fit him.
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Hell, she lost all her shits regarding covering herself in any decent way after the second day.
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"You're right. There's no point."
He'll just get rid of the grungy jumpsuit right here.
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Just imagine Jiro. Soon we'll be running wild like this out under the beautiful and warm sunlight.
Anyway, for them moment she places a slice of her home-baked confectionery on the table in front of him.
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"What's in it?"
He normally wouldn't care, but Chocolat is still perceived as a suspicious person with an agenda.
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Look! She'll even take a bite in front of you right now Jiro!
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"I mean...I think I'm pretty good at it. I was the fastest girl I knew back home. And I knew all the best hiding places in my neighborhood. Do you mean survival like that?"
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Speaking of.
"How's that gun or yours fairing. Did you manage to get together the supplies to clean it out?"
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"Good actually yeah! I managed to scrounge up some supplies...borrowed some form the kitchen. Even got myself a sorta holster." She lifted up her arm to show she'd fashioned a holster out of Fabric and straps that looked suspiciously like Vault Suit.
"I figured I should get used to how it feels on my hip."
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She felt like an eager mother-hen, teaching her young protégé how to survive in a cold and cruel world.
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She took a stance and adjusted her feet the way she thought she was supposed to and her hands moved quickly touching the handle and then coming up and miming the gun in her hands.
"Except I do it in my room and I actually pull the gun out. I thought it would help me get used to like the weight and stuff? And getting used to pulling it out fast and getting it where I need to aim?" She offered a sheepish grin and flexed an arm.
"Made my arms sore but that's good right?"
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But then-- an idea.
"Here," Ducking down behind the bar she popped back up with a few empty bottles of liquor in her arms. "What do you say we play a game?"
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Well...practical wasn't how most people in the Vault would describe Chocolat but Sandy was starting to learn she was so that's all that mattered.
"How do I play?"
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And, as surprisingly practical as Sandy made Chocolate out to be, did she skip out from behind the counter, only to run to the other side of the hall and pick up some bits of the rubble from the old foundation that surrounded them. It was only as she took one of the cement rocks in her own hand that she eyed the counter, tossing it into the air lightly before catching it and immediately throwing it across the hall. Her throw was surprisingly swift and powerful, as the pebble flew completely across the room only to hit and shatter the bottle near the center.
It was only with that, that Chocolat made her way back over to Sandy, placing a couple of the pebbles in front of her.
"I want you to try breaking any one of those from your standing position right here first."
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It was amazing how a month and change had desensitized him to that amount of cleavage on display: the interest in his glance was one hundred percent focused on the impressive array of alcohol she'd come up with, somewhere.
"So, there's probably no hope of any of that being baiju, right?"
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The glass clinked on the counter as he set it back down and focused back on Chocolat. "Some. Not a lot yet, but I think I might do all right with some of the newbies. Honestly if I had my pick, you and Saya'd be close to the top of the list, but you have your own work!"
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Yunlan was the level-headed sort like that. At least, in comparison to most of them.
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This one he could probably stand to sip.
"The guy, I'm not betting on in a fight, but he's sharp. I figure so long as I can keep the wild animals off his back, he can tell me what the fuck I'm looking at out there."
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It was probably best to at least exchange notes before they each individually headed out.
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"Saya's got a plan for her destination," he added. "I thought I'd head in the opposite direction -- give it maybe two days' journey, see what we can see. The more we spread out our efforts, the more information we'll be able to get. What about you? What's your plan? We could do a three-pronged thing..."
With his fingertip, he sketches a circle, three spokes heading out from it at equally divided angles.
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