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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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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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He eyed the bottle. Two shots weren't anywhere near enough to achieve 'numb.' Maybe he shouldn't be going for numbing anything anyway; a month and change here and he was barely hanging on. Odds were, once he got deep enough in a bottle to really feel it, he'd just lose his shit at someone.
His smile went a little thin. He glanced away.
"Anyway, I was figuring we'd want to get together and put all our information in one place once we got back. However it is we do it."
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"You shouldn't worry about letting loose. We have some tough and stressful work coming up. It's good to enjoy yourself a little before we all get started."
Especially since she wasn't sure how long it would be until they'd get another chance to relax and imbue like this.
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Fuck self-control, anyway.
"So it's been a month and a half for me," he mused, setting the glass back down. "And, what. Two and a half for you?
"I'll be honest, Chocolat. This place is starting to get to me."
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"I think it is to all of us. A good reason that we finally found a way outside. At least now we'll finally have access to regular sunlight" ... Ah, to hell with it. Chocolat was going to pour herself a shot as well. "I was locked up in a similar situation before, but this was definitely twenty-thousand times worse."
And with that said she downed her share like a pro.
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"I've been a prisoner underground... well, once. It's not as much that, though, as it is the people I miss.
"You too, right? That guy of yours. What's his name, the root vegetable."
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"I've spent time away from him before. Months, sometimes years... I can be patient," Even now, where hope was so small, she held onto her faith that she would see him again. There were so many reasons that her and Carrot were to remain separated, even excluding her current entrapment but-- "I think, I don't mind waiting a little longer. I know if I keep my heart set that I'll see him again. And then--"
She stood up, her hands slamming somewhat dramatically on the counter. "Then I will definitely have his babies!"
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"It's good to have goals!" God. Kids dreaming of having kids! What was the world coming to? Apart from nuclear apocalypse, of course, to which it had already come.
He sat back up, wiped his eyes, and shot her a rueful grin.
"No -- sorry. That's fine. So he was doing all right, back where you're from. And you must've known him a long time."
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"Since we were barely able to form sentences. His family, his father, saved me and my sister from a pretty bad situation when we were young. After that they took us in and looked after us as if we were their own. Known Carrot since the day I walked into his house and started to live there," She chuckled softly, reaching out to pour herself a little more of the liquor. "Not that my interest in him started as soon as I had met him or anything. In fact, he was kind of a brat."
And he still was. But that was not the point.
"How about you? A guy like you has to have a special someone of his own, right?"
Yunlan didn't look like the type who would still be lonely at his age.
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Might as well refill his glass. This was not something to discuss sober. Or ever, whispered his reflexes, but refusing to talk about it wouldn't change what had happened. Wouldn't bring--
He blinked, hard, and tossed back the shot.
"He died just before I thought I did."
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"Collapsing underworld full of people who'd lived there for thousands of years, artifact that could stabilize it and provide light and energy to keep them safe down there forever, it just needed someone willing to donate a soul as the wick to burn for that light. So."
The quirk of his lips twisted into something even less like a smile, and he glanced away. "I can't stop wondering... if I'm alive, does that mean they're all dead after all?"
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She then looked up with him, the confusion obvious in her expression.
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He remembered, foggily, the burning.
"--So that's how I thought I'd died, but here I am anyway! Somehow."
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She hesitated.
"I mean, people don't usually just wake up from death into an entirely different place right?"
Why was she kidding herself like this? She had seen people come back from the dead before. At least if anything she remembered was true.
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He blew out a breath, refilled his shot glass, and downed it.
"And there! That's my booze for the day. What about you, Chocolat? What'd you come here from?"
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What was the same about where they were each from. What was different? It was difficult to really gage.
"Well let's see, um, I suppose it's pretty normal. Or at least normal for me? I may be admittedly a bit weird but that's just cause I'm a bit of a unique case. Um, do sorcerers exist in your world?"
That was a good starter, right? Sandy had mentioned magical elements in her own world, but they weren't quite the same as what Chocolat had.
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He settled in more comfortably on the chair, watching her with bright-eyed interest.
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