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First Annual Pod Day
WHERE: Vault 66
WHEN: ???? - Day 1
WHAT: The first pods open
WARNINGS:TBD
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.
Outside of the pod room, the rest of the vault is limping along on an emergency power supply. The air is stale from lackluster recycling and deep shadows occupy the corners of rooms and edges of hallways as only the pale maintenance lighting flickers from the ceiling. The pip-boy flashlight helps, but can still only light up a small area, casting anything outside of it into even darker shadows.
In those shadows there is skittering. The noise isn't too noticeable when there are groups of people, but get down to one or two and it's impossible to ignore. Venture into an empty room and you’ll spot a small number, maybe even just one, loitering in what, until today, had more or less been their sole domain: radroaches. Giant, mutated cockroaches that have a hunger for fresh food (like say, new vault dwellers) when it’s available.
The majority of roaches, however, seem to have a destination in mind, mostly ignoring characters unless blocked or directly bothered. This hoard, gathering from all over the vault, all move through the shadows and vents to the kitchen. If a character is unthreatening enough, they can follow the trail unmolested by the creatures.
In the kitchen itself is a whole different matter. Even from down the hall, characters can hear a masculine, slightly French-accented voice exclaim:
“Mais! Get out, out you nasty things!”
After a moment, a burst of flame can be seen through the door, followed by the new yet distinctive sound of mandibles ripping at metal. Those that decide to enter will see over a dozen roaches trying to take down a lone, floating robot. Despite the robot occasionally hitting them with a blast of fire from a small flame-throwing on one of its arms, the roaches appear to be winning.
The source of the fight can be seen behind the robot: a counter full of various kinds of packaged foods, some of them newly opened. One roach has managed to make it to the prize, ripping into a things of what seems to be apples with its mandibles.
OOC NOTES
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A question that only some bot happened to named Nick would ask, especially that defensively, but he's trying. He turns his optics towards the new- tiny- intruder.
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"There's a bunch of them. We're underground, there's bugs. Louis' gotta get we can't change that. No one else's ever complained, it's just his problem."
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Jiro might not still want her help honestly but there's precious little for Sandy to distract herself with down here.
"I was just wondering if there was like a nest...or something."
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Now it seems like she isn't going to yell at her like certain other robots, Nick is back to hovering a little more casually.
"You could put a few heads on pikes, warn the rest off."
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"We'd have to make the pikes first, but yeah I don't think Jiro would be down for that. He really likes animals...even bugs. That's why I was trying to figure out another way."
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He floats over to a table and grabs a deck of cards, using both claws to start setting up a game of solitaire.
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She followed him over to the table watching him shuffle with wide eyes.
"Wow...you're good at that! When I shuffle it's a lot slower."
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If she knows that game at all, he'll noticing he's cheating at solitaire. AKA, against himself.
"Good luck with that bug control plan. Remember, they don't sleep like you."
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She notices he's cheating but she can't quite figure out why. Then again solitaire was never really a game she played much.
"thinking about them not sleeping means I'll have a harder time sleeping." She muttered sardonically.
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"I've always been here. Waiting for you, looks like. Humans are the ones with plans."
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"I think my hair would make it hard to see even if I could." And she wasn't sure she could pull off the buzzed look.
The next part got her thinking though "Not this human. I never really thought much farther then trying to make it to tomorrow you know? But I guess the guys who built the vault were thinking a lot farther down the line."
How could someone even predict for that kind of stuff? It baffled her.
"Thanks for waiting for us. Sorry we made you wait so long." she added "What about the other humans? The ones who left all those skeletons for us to clean up? Did they have plans that didn't work out?"
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"Guess so."
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She watched the next round quietly, waiting until either he won or started shuffling again before speaking up.
"Would you maybe...wanna play a game with me?"
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Playing with him? He hardly has ears that can perk up, but he's clearly interested.
"Playing's better when things are interesting."
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"Caps? What do you mean?"
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Like it's the most obvious thing in the wasteland.
"Not gonna get far without some caps."
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She always preferred aluminum cans if she was honest. But every once and awhile her mom would buy soda that needed a bottle cap opener to get into and it was kind of a nice novelty.
"Where can I get caps to play with?"
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From years of hoarding them. Just in case. Which may explain why there's not many around the vault anymore.
"Nuka-cola caps, they only thing worth much these days. But...hm. You could maybe wager something else to try to win some of mine."
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How much did she want to risk? It's not like she was really that great at cards. Or if she was she didn't know it.
"I don't know how much I have that you'd want. How do you feel about hats? Louis taught me how to patch them up so I have a few."