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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.
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"How? Is stuff like this normal where you come from?"
Because while it sounded like the stories her dad used to tell...but it was like nothing she'd ever dealt with.
"I mean...maybe we are? It said our memories were messed up but it all feels real to me. I can't have made up this stuff I remember."
The idea that it was all just some kind of long fever dream was more then Sandy was prepared to grapple with.
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Especially compared to all the dilapidated machinery she had found on the lowest level.
"But it's true that I've otherwise have found myself in situations similar to this before. How about you? Was your world very different to what we're experiencing?"
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"I mean...yeah? It was way more open then this. Still pretty dirty though. I lived in New York City which used to be the greatest city in the world. But then the people in charge got scared and mean and it all kind of fell apart."
She glanced at the pods in contemplation "I wonder if that's what happened down here...with the skeletons you know?"
As an afterthought she added "I've never seen robots as smart as the three we have though. Or things like these pods. I thought we were in a prison when we first woke up."
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But with how many questions she had left she simply couldn't ignore the growing sense of dread in her guts.
"Maybe we're supposed to figure out why the others died. Maybe that will help the other pods open sooner so we can see if anyone we know is in there." And then an unfortunate thought hit and she had to get it out into the open.
"Or...do we even want the other pods to open? We'll run out of supplies faster if there are more of us."
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Elizabeth and Peggy were both smart but even they seemed lost when it came to where to go next.
"I mean at least I know how to clean stuff but I barely figured out the juke box."
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"N-no way! After everything? Dying can't be the option." So in a sense she was agreeing with Chocolat that they had to try but the idea of suicide had startled her.
"Even if it's just us...there's gotta be something we can do to get the rest of them out safely...to find a way out of here. Anything."
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Thankfully, time is all they had these days.
"I'm sure if we keep pushing though we'll find more things that we have to fight. And then you can show off."
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She smiled unsure of if she had done something good but if Chocolat's mood was up then it was hard for Sandy not to feel likewise.
"I don't know when I'll actually be able to fall asleep but when I wake up I can help with some of that. I mean...my cooking is pretty basic stuff but cleaning isn't a giant task even for me."
It was easier to get to those hard to reach corners when you were as small as Sandy.
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She was certain removing all those blood-stains and bones in the rec room would make people feel more comfortable in hanging around there.
"Maybe we'll start with the main living area and then work our way out."
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This place could never really be home, not without her mother. But maybe it wasn't so bad.
Especially with people like Chocolat here.
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But Chocolat was at least used to being homeless, and she was used to making due with what she was given.
But for now she lead Sandy into the dark halls of the Vault, making her way back off in the direction of the dorm room. "And who knows, there's apparently a whole wide world out there waiting for us, right? Perhaps there may just be something nicer out there."