vault66 | First Annual Pod Day

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First Annual Pod Day

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Vault 66
WHEN: ???? - Day 1
WHAT: The first pods open
WARNINGS:TBD

AWAKENING

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:

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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.

RAD ROACH RIOT

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.

GENERAL EXPLORING

Whether you help with the Battle of the Kitchen or not, the rest of the vault awaits. This includes two other robots floating around the medical wing and water/air control systems, as well as more radroaches wandering around the many corpses/blood splatter patterns to be discovered and potentially cleaned up.

OOC NOTES

To talk to a specific NPC one-on-one, leave a comment on their thread below. Note an exception is Louis in Radroach Riot, he will pop up on his own in threads related to him.

Looking for loot in a specific area? Looking for a specific item/kinds of item in general? Ask here and we’ll let you know.

If you have any OOC questions, please leave a comment here!

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Louis is the cook/rec room Mr. Handy, there to help you acclimate to your new domestic skill set. He will assist in anything from food prep, to recipe ideas, to how to sew to repair your clothing. Louis is pleased to be helpful, but a little shy. He will also harbor slights and insults for a long time, so if you don't want burnt coffee for the rest of your vault stay, show a little courtesy. He can be found in the rec area.

Edited 2020-05-13 03:11 (UTC)

Charlotte is the designated medical Mr. Handy. She can provide basic first aid, but it may not be wise to trust her with more advanced tasks like surgery or setting bones (she has a rotating saw for one of her hands, to clarify. So amputations she's all for.). Charlotte, however, has full confidence in her abilities and will cheerfully and enthusiastically try to convince residence to let her give pretty much anything the old college try. She can get sentimental about repeat patients and may end up checking in on some of her favorites at night. With or without permission. She can be found in the medical wing.

Nick is the repair Mr. Handy. The state of the vault may give you a glimpse into how dedicated Nick has been about his job. While he's more than happy to shoot the shit, when things need to be fixed he always has some reason why it can't be done right now. Need a new part. Or his optical input needs adjusting. There's a thousand reasons. It takes a strong hand to get Nick to do much of anything, much to the annoyance of the other Mr. Handy's in the vault. He can be mostly found in the reactor level, not that it does much good.

Looking for loot in a specific area? Looking for a specific item/kinds of item in general?

[Arrival.]

Sandy unconsciously keeps reaching down to tug at her vault suit. She hasn't ever worn a jumpsuit before unless you count onesies that she wore when she was a baby, and she can't remember those for obvious reasons.

The room itself feels ominous and heavy, she feels like even if she had anything to say she should say it in a whisper as if she might wake up the other pods before they're ready. Curiously she goes up on her toes to try and peer inside but she can't see anything of use.

Suddenly...others! People moving and mumbling, asking questions, poking at computers. Why didn't she think to try the computers? Oh well no time for that. Now she had to figure out if she should run and hide or let the others know she's here.

Instinct says run and hide. She can already feel her legs tensing and her eyes scan the room for an exit. Just one from the looks of it and no way to open it quietly.

She inches closer to the people as they climb out of their pods, waving nervously and hoping that whatever this is, it has nothing to do with the monsters that had fallen from the sky before she woke up in the pod.

"Uh...sup. You OK?"

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[Running of the Roaches]

Peering around the entrance to the kitchen Sandy had to admit this was one of the most disgusting things she'd ever seen, and she'd seen a lot of alleys in the low rent parts of her city.

A floating robot...thing...was being swarmed by the biggest roaches Sandy had ever seen in her life! She couldn't even imagine a bug that big being real and yet here they were fighting a dinged up disco ball with arms for some food?

The jet of flame was enough to make Sandy shrink back as she realized the robot was armed and dangerous, but maybe not more dangerous then the dozen or so bugs that were swarming them.

"OK Marko...you gotta do something...like find a weapon or...maybe find someone bigger then those dog sized roaches..." Hardly able to believe this was a thing she was now considering she turned to look back down the hall and see if anyone was coming.

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[ Snooping around.]

Still nervous about running into bugs, Sandy was moving as quietly as she could through the halls as she tried to make heads or tails of the rooms and what this place was for. It was in this way that she stumbled upon the Classroom.

School had never really been Sandy's favorite place in the world. Most her teachers seemed just as interested in her as she was in them which was to say...not at all. She wasn't a star scholar and mostly learned from hands on activities of which her school was sorely lacking in funding for. The only adult who showed interest in her was the gym coach who wanted her on the track team, but try outs hadn't come around yet and now it looks like she'd never find out if she actually belonged on the team or not.

This classroom like the rest of the vault was gross, old and unkempt but maybe there was something useful here? Or at the very least something interesting?

A little while after they start exploring the Living Quarters i'm gonna have Sandy searching the classroom for anything useful or "Interesting."

I'd also like to have her check out the clothing storage a day or two later looking for anything other then vault suits...you know hats, accessories.

[1 - Waking Up From An All-Too-Real Dream]

The last thing she remembered was the wedding. The sound of bells and cheerful laughing faces. The warm light of the summer sun and the cool breeze of the ocean. She also remembered all the things she was feeling at the time. Happiness, joy, and a subtle twinge of bitter jealousy. She had promised herself that she would try her hardest to not be angry or disappointed at the loss, after all it was Tira, but in the end those deep rooted feelings still remained.

Her sister or not, she still lost the one thing she never wanted to let go of.

Well she wouldn't have any of it! He may be Tira's husband, but she'd be damned if she wouldn't at least put up a fight! She'll follow him all the way to the honeymoon if she has to! She just knew she could somehow convince him to be hers!

She was just grabbing her things in a hurry, shoving them all into a suitcase with a fury in hopes to catch up to the new couple before they arrived at their vacation spot in the hot springs up north. And then, quite suddenly, the most peculiar thing happened.

She woke up.

It was a rush of a sensation. He sound of gas leaking as she drew her first breath. The cool stagnant air of the Pod Room brushing over her skin as she groggily found herself stepping forward into the seemingly empty metal room.

"Oh..." What? Where was she? This place was completely unfamiliar. It felt so cold and dead. How did she get from the wedding to here? And even worse, where were Carrot and Tira? "Carrot? My beloved? Where are you? ♥"

He had to be around here somewhere, right?

[2- Roaches Rigorously Riot Riled Robot]

Upon adjusting to her awakening within the vault and begrudgingly coming to accept that this land was nothing like the home she had in any of her memories, Chocolat was quick to adjust. Not that she particularly enjoyed her stay; the place was a mess and almost everyone felt too high-strung and sad in her opinion. But regardless she knew more than anyone that home was simply what you made of it.

She was just in the middle of cleaning down the halls with some heavy duty bleach when she happened to notice the large line of roadroaches just a few feet away. There were quite a bit of them, and they seemed to be marching with intention.

Funny, she had seen them around but she had yet to see them behave in such a conformed manner, and the fact that they didn't seem to be charging at her was even more surprising!

So it was with a bit of curious hesitation that she put down her cleaning supplies and followed off after them. Keeping her distance before she suddenly picked up on the large ruckus coming from the kitchen.

Instead of running in all gung-ho though she simply peaked in from around the corner, taking on the point of an onlooker rather than a participant.

"Oh, that one really has some fight in it. It actually looks like he can finish all that himself."

She was amazed actually, the Mr.Handy's all looked like barely working junk when she first saw them, but here this one was taking quite a few cockroaches on it's own!

[3- Hopefully Keeping An Eye On The Pods]

It was late, or at least that's what the Pip-boy permanently attached to her arm seemed to be telling her. It was only for this reason that she found herself wandering around, knowing full well that most of the others were probably asleep at this point.

She knew that hope had been dwindling for almost everyone at this point, but something that had been brought up to her earlier on had been lingering in the back of her mind.

He may not just be a dream. He may just be in one of the unopened pods.

Dear god she really hoped that was the case, but she wasn't going to feel secure with the idea until she had absolute confirmation on the matter. And that was why she found herself back in the pod room, casually looking around at the sealed capsules with lingering hope.

"Oh my beloved darling, I can't stand to be away from you. Please wake up soon. ♥."

She wasn't even really sure if this particular pod was his or not, seeing as the glass had been muddied over with time, but none the less she leaned down against it, her index finger swirling little heart-shapes upon the metal. A small shiver taking over her as her bare bosom pressed against the cool metal.

Perhaps she should have actually put a shirt on before she decided to leave her room in the middle of the night. Oh well, no changing that now.

[4 - Free For All]

[Have any other ideas you wish to play out with Chocolat? Want to plot something out? Feel free to comment here with a starter or PM me with ideas and I'll be happy to reply!]

i. skeletons - closed to Jill

[It should be disturbing to come across so many presumably human remains throughout the vault, a feeling he recognizes that he's not experiencing. Until only a couple weeks ago, Jiro hadn't been exposed to mass death of any kind, but seeing piles of decapitated heads in the middle of the streets apparently numbed him to it, after the initial anger faded. The skeletons in the vault are at least eyeless and unable to stare vacantly at him. They're also less gross. He picks a skull up with his fingers in the eye sockets, like a macabre bowling ball.]

How long ago did they die, do you think?

[He has no clue about shit like that. They're not all rotting, so either they're long dead or the roaches picked the bones clean.]

ii. female dorm - OTA

[Jiro's ignoring the "designated" sleeping quarters because it's pointless. He's claimed a bunk in the female dorm, or more accurately some floor space, dragging two mattresses off their bunks and pushing them together on the floor. He's very tall and this is easier than trying to find a comfortable space in the bunk itself.

The closest bunk now devoid of a mattress is being used to stockpile weapons. Pool cues and various rusty sharp things from the medical room. Currently, he's going through the footlockers.]

Anything good in that one?

[Like... more weapons.]

iii. testing floor cave in - OTA (can be a group thread if wanted)

[The wall of debris seems like a good place to start for potential escape routes. Some part of the vault has to be unstable and perhaps easier to break out of. Even if there's no way out, there's something behind it and anything in the room may be useful.]

How do you wanna do this?

[He's not a logistics guy and he'll probably make it worse with his own methods of just grabbing something from the middle of the pile and yanking on it until it comes free.]

iv. wildcard
Anything goes!

Jiro is conveniently in the hallway, heading for the rec room to take some of the pool cues. Once he sees what's going on, he raises an eyebrow at Sandy.

"You just gonna stand there?"

She's going to die by the end of the week; that's his prediction.

Sandy's face lit up when she saw someone coming and then fell immediately when he took in the situation and turned it around on her.

"I was about to go get some help. What should we do? If we're not careful the robot's gonna roast us too."

That and she really didn't feel like punching a roach with her bare hands.

Edited 2020-05-14 01:26 (UTC)

"Hey! Robot! Stop fucking panicking!" that's his solution to the fire, which probably won't do anything.

The roaches aren't a real problem for Jiro. He doesn't find them gross or frightening. He's seen creepier giant bug-like things, really. He doesn't punch them, though, instead going for the apples. He figures it's what they came in here for, and what they'll leave for if he takes the food away.

"Oh...yeah alright." That's a better idea then fighting them outright sure. She edges into the room trying to look for a way to help, opting to move towards the pool table while Jiro basically does all the dangerous stuff.

"Don't let those things bite you. They might be poisonous or something." She shouted unhelpfully.

One thing he's learned from talking to animals for years is that most of them will agree to anything in exchange for food. He can't actually ask the roaches in this place, but it's a simple concept he thinks they'll still follow. Maybe there should be a backup plan. He collects a few apples, trying to not to get bitten or set on fire. Looking over to see what Sandy's doing, he eyes the pool cues.

"You! Grab one of those and make noise!"

He still has no idea what he's doing, but insects run away from earthquakes and commotion, so..? He throws an apples towards the doorway. Maybe one of the roaches will start the mass exodus, either for food or to get away from a perceived threat.

"Huh?" Sandy jerks her head to where he's pointing.

"Oh right!" It takes her only a moment, she may be scared but she's fast and scoops up two of the broke cues smacking them together making a loud clacking sound that would annoy the hell out of most humans.

"HEY! COME ON YOU STUPID BUGS LEAVE HIM ALONE!" She opted that shouting would make a fine amount of noise as well if that's what he was going for.

She does not however get any closer to the melee.

Sandy couldn't sleep.

She had always been a jumpy, nervous thing but after the nightmares that had led up to waking up in this vault and now...giant roaches, a bunch of strangers. Friendly strangers sure but still strangers. How could anyone easily sleep in a place like this?

So she was shuffling around the vault exploring some more, trying to shake off the anxiety itching up her spine. Her feet had led her back to the pod room where she'd heard a voice and crept closer peering around the corner. When she couldn't see who was talking she moved into the room as quietly as she could...only to gasp out loud when she saw that Chocolat had left her Vault Suit in her room.

"Whoa! Sorry!" Sandy spun hard to look away and banged her knee into a pod in the process, cursing and tipping to the floor in the process. Her face was practically glowing red and she had one hand over her eyes and one on her knee.

With the noise and a few more apples thrown out into the corridor, the roaches skitter away. They'll probably be back, but that's a problem for someone else.

"Problem solved."

[Awakening]

[This isn’t the first time that Peggy Carter has woken up in strange surroundings feeling rather groggy and confused, nor will it likely be the last. What does seem strange are the clothes she’s wearing and the Pip-boy attached to her arm. A quick check tells her that any weapons, gadgets, or devices that would usually be on her person are missing. It’s then that she gives further thought to the Pip-boy, going through the instruction screen.]

Health status. Geiger counter. A map. Whatever this is, at least it doesn’t appear to be a bomb…though I suppose appearances can be deceiving.

[This said mostly to herself, though anyone around her is likely to pick up what she’s saying.]

Glad I seem to be in good health too, all things considered. Right then.

[She looks around then, taking everything in with a well-trained eye. The pods, some open, some closed; the computer terminals, some of the confused people around her. She purses her lips. Vault-Tec. New subsidiary of Leviathan, perhaps? Something having to do with the Council? The video certainly reminded her of the sort of thing that Roxxon would advertise at the World Exhibition of Tomorrow. Surely this isn’t the sort of thing that Dottie Underwood would able to pull-off, with or without help. Then again, it could be entirely unrelated.]

[Pursing her lips in a thin line, she turns to the person nearest to her.]

Pardon me – I know this question must seem ridiculous, but I don’t suppose you signed up for this yourself?

[She certainly hasn’t. As far as Peggy’s concerned, the last thing she remembers is that kiss with Detective Daniel Sousa. She reaches up, touching her lips for a moment. No, that hadn’t been a dream, though this could very well be a nightmare.]

Do you fancy a bit of exploration? I don’t believe there are any answers to be found here, but surely there must be some answers beyond that door there.

[Rad Roach Riot]

[She’s dealt with her fair share of creepy-crawlies, Peggy has. You don’t get to lead the life that Peggy’s led without staying in some questionable places – and even some of the nicer rentals in New York had their own pest problems. But this…this was unexpected. These roaches were positively huge, and Peggy didn’t find herself caring for it one bit.]

Is it the radiation, do you think? Or just evolution running its sometimes hideous course?

[There were science-minded people Peggy knew who would be fascinated by these roaches. She isn’t one of them – she just wants them dead. Unfortunately, the floating robot doesn’t seem to be able to fight them off all too well, and Peggy once again finds herself wishing she had a firearm on her. They’d be so much easier to kill that way. Setting her lips into a thin, hard line, Peggy grabs the handle of the nearest broom – she’d brought it with her upon finding the supply closet – and breaks it in half over knee. With a sort of angry grunt, she throws the sharp end of one half, piercing a radroach at just the right angle, killing it. Of course, two more take its place. Honestly, these roaches, it’s like they’re agents of HYDRA or something.]

I don’t suppose anyone’s seen another flame thrower lying about or anything?

[Wildcard!]

Have something else in mind? Toss it at me! We can plan through PMs or Plurk. 

That's quite the collection you've already made for yourself.

[She's eyeing the stockpile of weapons that Jiro's already managed to amass, impressed. Peggy's gotten a few broom handles that she's broken to use as sharp, pointy weapons, but for the moment that's the most of it. Truth be told, she's been searching for a gun, but clearly there are no guns to be found. Pity. Though there was something of an unearned power in them sometimes, depending on who was using them and why, in situations like this, they truly did help out.]

But no, there's neither hide nor hair of anything useful in this one.

[She pushes the footlocker aside and stands up, dusting off her knees.]

At least nothing that can be used in the defensive or the offensive. Have you found anything in that one?

Carrot?

Peggy had been trying to peer into one of the unopened pods when she heard someone call out for their carrot. It was, in her opinion, an unusual nickname, but she didn't judge anyone based on their nicknames, or the nicknames they gave others - unless it was Howard Stark giving the nicknames, anyway. Regardless, had someone been lucky enough to find someone that they knew? Or was it...Carrot. Hmm...

She followed the voice over to Chocolat, and nodded a hello to the other woman.

"Pardon me, I couldn't help but overhear - are you searching for your pet rabbit?"

The last time Peggy had found herself in a classroom, it had been at a Soviet military complex where young girls were being trained in the art of war and espionage, learning to infiltrate the US as sleeper agents. It had been disturbing on many levels, that complex, and Peggy had never quite forgotten it. Though this classroom didn't give her the same feel as that one had, there was still something impossibly eerie about an old, dusty, rusted, abandoned classroom. Had the Vault-Tec people assumed that children would simply go to school here? Was there enough space in here? How many children had they been expecting?

"Who ever suspected that an empty classroom could be distressing?" she asked. "Normally, the distress is caused by the presence of some angry disciplinarian."

They're for everybody.

[Jiro's never had use for weapons, only having very minimal sword experience. Considering no one knows what they'll be dealing with here, they might as well keep anything potentially useful around.]

Nah, it's just junk.

[None of the lockers so far have had much going for them. He's come across mostly clothing and keepsake type items.]

I don't think they planned on fighting. More like they were waiting it out.

"But for the moment!"

Louis had not hovered after the roaches, opting to stay in the kitchen where he can avoid being snacked on. But he still has the flame throwing arm up and ready to use. Just in case. His optic sensor goes back and forth between the two humans, sizing them up the best he is able.

"Humans still require food, yes?"

It's an honest question, asked at a lower voice and a bit hesitantly. Things may have changed.

In the classroom are a wooden toy car, a set of chemistry tubes and related glassware, a vault-tec lunchbox, and a desk fan.

As a note, items can be used or taken apart and repurposed within reason without mod permission. For example, using the fan parts to repair a broken piece of machinery or the like, or using the chemistry set to make alcohol is fine. Outside of reason would be taking the fan apart and making a plasma gun from the pieces, for example. Feel free to ask if you're not sure if something crosses the line!

For clothing, she finds several 1950s style worn out dresses and three piece suits, some reading glasses, belts, doctor's coats, and yes hats. Both bonnets and some crumpled fedoras. They could all use a wash and some mending.

Jiro hasn't had any run-ins with robots where he came from, so Louis gets a wary look. Someone has to be in charge of these things, right? They probably shouldn't be trusted.

"Yeah, but nothing you make."

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First Annual Pod Day

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