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vault662020-08-15 06:43 pm
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Open Musebox For Chocolat Misu
WHO: Chocolat Misu & YOU!
WHERE: Various Areas Throughout The Vault
WHEN: 8/15
WHAT: Chocolat Is Back To Her Adventures In Fixing Up The Vault To Make It Livable. Wanna Come And Help?
WARNINGS: Chocolat's Usual Semi-Nudity. Really It's Expected At This Point.
I. Quiet Days And Sleeping In
Despite the world being open for them to roam and explore as they wished, Chocolat had stuck to the comfortable and familiar walls of Vault 66. Sure some had left for hopefully better pastures, and others had fallen back to stasis within those pods, but Chocolat was still here and still keeping hard at work in her attempts to repair their dilapidated dwellings. And usually that's exactly what she'd be doing. But today, well, today was a day for a break. She decided to spend her time sleeping in. Waking from her musty little cot in the women's dorm some time near noon, and even though she was awake it took her a little bit of time to get up. As usual she was completely naked. Not just topless as she'd usually prefer to be, for when Chocolat slept she was usually one to get quite warm under the covers, no when she slept she much preferred it to be in the nude.
Not that it really mattered, as the moment she stood and stretched her limbs she grabbed the old towel handing from the end of her bandstand and began to head towards the showers. Or at least that was what the plan was, for just as she made her way to the entrance of the lavatory she heard a noise. Immediately growing on guard, she turned with not malice, but more a wide-eyed curiosity.
"What?" Was someone there? She had thought that surely the few others who were still in the Vault must have been scattered about doing their own thing by this time of day.
II. Up For A Little Game?
One of the projects Chocolat had been most successful in as of so far had been her repairs upon the rec-room. Long gone were the scattered remains, rusted booths, and blood stained floors. And the addition of electrical lighting and the jukebox had certainly made it easier for her to spend her time focusing on the area. Day in and day out she spent her hours scouring surfaces, wiping down walls, and repairing furniture.
In fact she was just finishing up in repairing the felt surface of one of the pool tables when she sighed out and stretched in success. She was hot, and although she seemed to be more clothed than she usually was, the zipper of her suit had been open and barely holding up on her shoulders. It was as warm summer day in a naturally swampy atmosphere after all, and her skin needed to breathe to keep from sweating.
It was only as she had stapled down the last of the surface that she took another curious look over the table. She had seen people play before but had never tried a game herself. Perhaps she should try to figure it out?
Picking up one of the nearby, freshly polished pool-sticks, she twirled it around in her hands before pointing it towards the table. Her actions were more like a professional marital artist with a staff than of any pool player. It was only as she kept it pointed for a moment, staring at the table as if in challenge, that she finally blinked and lowered her stance.
"But how?" Really, what even were the rules to starting this sort of game? She remembered that she had to put the glass balls on the table at least.
III. Checking Out The Training Room For The First Time
"My!" Chocolat couldn't help but stare on in bewilderment to the layout of the classroom. Her hand over her chest as she looked over the various ways the room changed up since she was previously there. And truthfully, it was for the better! The last she had checked, it was a dilapidated mess and Jiro was trying to make some sort of giant cockroach farming-pen within it. And it wasn't even for meat harvesting! Something about protecting them? But this was the opposite of the critter-ridden hovel of a room that she remembered.
Thank goodness.
Stepping in she continued to look around. Enjoying the better lighting and cleaner more open floors. She only stopped when she found herself in the middle of it, biting down on her knuckle in hesitation before smirking a little.
Well! It's not like there was a point in a training room if no one was going to train in it! She was quick to unzipper her top, freeing her bare torso from it. At this point at least she had managed to find enough cloth to at least cover up the necessary bits. It allowed her to freely stretch her arms over her head as she prepared to put the room to some good use.
IV. Freespace!
((Wish to play something else out with Chocolat? Miss playing with her special brand of crazy and have an adventure in mind? Feel free to leave a starter here! If you wish to plot something out you can also always contact me by messaging me here, on my plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
chohakkaifan or on my Discord at chohakkaifan#5971!))
WHERE: Various Areas Throughout The Vault
WHEN: 8/15
WHAT: Chocolat Is Back To Her Adventures In Fixing Up The Vault To Make It Livable. Wanna Come And Help?
WARNINGS: Chocolat's Usual Semi-Nudity. Really It's Expected At This Point.
I. Quiet Days And Sleeping In
Despite the world being open for them to roam and explore as they wished, Chocolat had stuck to the comfortable and familiar walls of Vault 66. Sure some had left for hopefully better pastures, and others had fallen back to stasis within those pods, but Chocolat was still here and still keeping hard at work in her attempts to repair their dilapidated dwellings. And usually that's exactly what she'd be doing. But today, well, today was a day for a break. She decided to spend her time sleeping in. Waking from her musty little cot in the women's dorm some time near noon, and even though she was awake it took her a little bit of time to get up. As usual she was completely naked. Not just topless as she'd usually prefer to be, for when Chocolat slept she was usually one to get quite warm under the covers, no when she slept she much preferred it to be in the nude.
Not that it really mattered, as the moment she stood and stretched her limbs she grabbed the old towel handing from the end of her bandstand and began to head towards the showers. Or at least that was what the plan was, for just as she made her way to the entrance of the lavatory she heard a noise. Immediately growing on guard, she turned with not malice, but more a wide-eyed curiosity.
"What?" Was someone there? She had thought that surely the few others who were still in the Vault must have been scattered about doing their own thing by this time of day.
II. Up For A Little Game?
One of the projects Chocolat had been most successful in as of so far had been her repairs upon the rec-room. Long gone were the scattered remains, rusted booths, and blood stained floors. And the addition of electrical lighting and the jukebox had certainly made it easier for her to spend her time focusing on the area. Day in and day out she spent her hours scouring surfaces, wiping down walls, and repairing furniture.
In fact she was just finishing up in repairing the felt surface of one of the pool tables when she sighed out and stretched in success. She was hot, and although she seemed to be more clothed than she usually was, the zipper of her suit had been open and barely holding up on her shoulders. It was as warm summer day in a naturally swampy atmosphere after all, and her skin needed to breathe to keep from sweating.
It was only as she had stapled down the last of the surface that she took another curious look over the table. She had seen people play before but had never tried a game herself. Perhaps she should try to figure it out?
Picking up one of the nearby, freshly polished pool-sticks, she twirled it around in her hands before pointing it towards the table. Her actions were more like a professional marital artist with a staff than of any pool player. It was only as she kept it pointed for a moment, staring at the table as if in challenge, that she finally blinked and lowered her stance.
"But how?" Really, what even were the rules to starting this sort of game? She remembered that she had to put the glass balls on the table at least.
III. Checking Out The Training Room For The First Time
"My!" Chocolat couldn't help but stare on in bewilderment to the layout of the classroom. Her hand over her chest as she looked over the various ways the room changed up since she was previously there. And truthfully, it was for the better! The last she had checked, it was a dilapidated mess and Jiro was trying to make some sort of giant cockroach farming-pen within it. And it wasn't even for meat harvesting! Something about protecting them? But this was the opposite of the critter-ridden hovel of a room that she remembered.
Thank goodness.
Stepping in she continued to look around. Enjoying the better lighting and cleaner more open floors. She only stopped when she found herself in the middle of it, biting down on her knuckle in hesitation before smirking a little.
Well! It's not like there was a point in a training room if no one was going to train in it! She was quick to unzipper her top, freeing her bare torso from it. At this point at least she had managed to find enough cloth to at least cover up the necessary bits. It allowed her to freely stretch her arms over her head as she prepared to put the room to some good use.
IV. Freespace!
((Wish to play something else out with Chocolat? Miss playing with her special brand of crazy and have an adventure in mind? Feel free to leave a starter here! If you wish to plot something out you can also always contact me by messaging me here, on my plurk at