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MONTH 2 LOG
WHERE: Vault 66
WHEN: ???? – Day 1, Month 2
WHAT: The second wave of pods open
WARNINGS:Reference to suicide, 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.
This portion of the vault, if possible, is even dirtier and more decrepit than the rest, having been cut off from even the most basic maintenance for an untold period of time. The emergency lighting has been cut off to this area, leaving the whole zone in the dark besides what little light comes through the newly formed passage.
Those willing to venture into the area will find this isolation has allowed a handful of more intimidating creatures than radroaches to establish a home (though there are still roaches, just fewer than are found in the rest of the vault). Several breaches in the metal walls along the hallways open into small tunnels, which the occasional mole rat will venture out of. Though usually only appearing alone or in pairs, these creatures are even hungrier for fresh meat than the radroaches and will attack with their huge, sharp, pointy teeth. If killed, they could supply a decent (if slightly irradiated) source of meat for a while, along with hide to make more reinforced clothing. But taking one down without proper weapons will likely require some teamwork.
There are several important (and often concerning) areas to find in this zone. First are two firmly sealed doors, one at the upper corner of the new area and one at the lower middle. Each door has a very helpful (currently unlit) sign over it: ENTRANCE and OVERSEER, respectively. Next to each is another of the computer terminals characters have grown used to seeing around the vault.
Next are Testing Areas 1, 2, and 3. Each of these testing areas has an observation room with a smaller containment chamber attached to it. The doors to the observation areas can be pulled open with enough effort, allowing entrance to the small room filled with chemistry glassware, lockers, and tables covered in long since rotten scraps of paper and books. The doors to the containment chambers, for the moment, remain sealed shut with yet more computer terminals next to them. These doors look weaker than the ones sealing off the entrance and overseer area, and can possibly be broken down with time and effort. But characters will want to think long and hard before doing that. Each observation room has a bullet proof, reinforced one-way window that allows characters to look into the containment chamber without whatever is in the chamber being able to see them. And the chambers are occupied.
Testing Chamber 1 (WARNING: SUICIDE) contains the corpse of a super mutant splayed on the ground. The walls around it are dented, and its head caked in long dried blood. Anyone with passing medical knowledge can observe the super mutant apparently killed itself through repeated blunt force trauma, banging its own head against the walls and door until death.
Approaching Testing Chamber 2 causes character’s pip-boys to start crackling a warning of increased radiation. Standing in the observation chamber the levels are low enough that it isn’t healthy, but no one is going to die without prolonged exposure. The source of the radiation is clear, inside the chamber is a corroded barrel of radioactive waste. Along with it, a grotesque creature that is very clearly alive, moving around and around its small, enclosed space.
Testing Chamber 3 also crackles with radiation, though the source of this isn’t a barrel. Rather, a walking, emaciated corpse shambles about the containment chamber. Other than the walking corpse bit, there’s two characteristics which stand out: the corpse is glowing an eerie yellow-green with an inner light that pulses as it walks and it’s wearing the torn remains of what is very clearly the same blue and yellow jumpsuit all characters arrived in.
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"They didn't have these things in my country. Just like apparently they don't have manners in whatever backwater swamp you crawled out of."
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"It just chops things up to save time." He presses the button and the processor whirs loudly. "Wanna try it?"
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"Alright." She selects one of the food items he's planning on blending and drops it into the container before pushing the button and watching it be mutilated.
"Inelegant, but effective." She concludes once it's turned off. "How does it work? What moves the blades?"
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How much of this is he going to have to explain? Azula may be the most confused person in this place so far, because he's getting the feeling she doesn't know what electricity is. He unplugs the food processor and holds up the cord.
"This. It goes in the wall."
He will sound like an idiot if she does know what electricity is, and he's only realizing that now.
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"And that plug provides movement somehow? Is it steam? Heat?" It seems impossible that such a thin cable could provide enough room like a pipe could but at this point she was pretty sure everything here ran on magic anyway.
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It's out of his league. How the fuck does electricity work?
"It's... two... things of energy." Things. Holy shit. "Sources of energy, that only work when you attach them together? So, the... thingy here... goes into the holes over there and then it... works."
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"I see. Well I thought I might be out of my league when the other girl started describing things like "Atom Bombs" but at least some things are easy enough to follow. I suppose I should thank you."
Which wasn't usually how she did things but she also recognized Jiro was barely more aware of these things then she was. It would help not to shun him too quickly. He might be useful.
Did she understand how electricity worked? Not particularly. But was she closer? Yes, very much.
"I am Princess Azula of the Fire Nation, and you are?"
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Awkward as fuck.
"I'm Jiro," he's pointedly not addressing her claim to royalty. "What's this 'Fire Naiton' bullshit?"
There is no such place, and so far, everyone's been from a generally recognizable alternate version of Earth.
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"I suppose that confirms my fear. No one here is from my world. Though I suppose given the circumstances that might be for the best."
What she meant was Because no one can tell you who I am.
What she said was "I wouldn't want anyone I cared about to be stuck here in such accommodations."
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That was perhaps playing her hand a little too honestly but she didn't care. She was examining the knives again and looking around for something to sharpen them with.
"You seem at least reasonable. What do you think of the others in this place? Are they trustworthy?"
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There's no hesitation in his assessment of the others, just a plain statement of fact.
"No one's trustworthy."
No one. Not here, not in any other situation. It's an opinion shaped by betrayal.
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"You're smart. Probably smarter then people give you credit for."
She stops her inspection of the toaster to turn and study him, his movements, his stance.
"And who betrayed you to make you feel that way?"
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"None of your fucking business." He doesn't say it harshly, just plainly.
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For now.
"So if they can't be trusted, who is the biggest threat down here?"
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Now it's time to try that concoction made in the food processor. He's already lost any semblance of taste distinction down here. It's survivor mode at this point.
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Oh...oh no he's actually going to try eating that? She turns her head away to avoid being ill. Maybe these devices aren't a miracle after all.
"But if you had to pick someone who wasn't in this room as dangerous either on purpose or inadvertently whom?"
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"If it's too much for you to think objectively about the others down here then I apologize for causing you undo mental stress. But the fact of the matter is if you don't trust anyone down here then that means to some degree you think they could cause problems."
Either on purpose or by being stupid. Neither of which Azula was willing to deal with right away.
"And I don't care to take any chances until I have a better idea of what kind of mess we're in."
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Whoever snaps first is going to be a problem.
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She's starting to think she gave him too much credit, if he really knew something useful about the others he might not even know what it is.
"I guess for now I'll just have to keep an eye on you if I want to avoid trouble." There may be some condescending sarcasm there.
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A week ago, he would have started a fight with her over that remark, but he's trying to be... civil.