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FALLOUTVERSE - Capital Wasteland into Vault 106 - DAY THREE

For a moment, it seemed almost like a rustic scene: a herd of calm, two-headed cows ambled idly past Fandom's camping spot, and took up a position to graze off what little grass managed to wrestle itself loose from the ruined soil, just a few feet away.

But overnight, the cracks had increased in size, cutting through the sky. Looking upwards now, it was almost as if whatever location they were pulled towards had a halo, a small ring of friendly skies from which the blackness shot out in several directions.

Furthermore, though, this was Radscorpion country, and the people who travelled here now would do best to watch their steps...

And after that, it was on to a small hidden door in the middle of nowhere - behind which hid Vault 106.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]]

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Another day, another dollar. Time to break up camp, forage for more supplies out in the wild, and get going. Overnight, the amount of gaps in the world seem to have increased, but at least now it's become more and more obvious where they're leading.

As always, watch out for radscorpions, mirelurks, or worse.

[[ make your own ocd, as always. here's your last chance to poke around the wasteland! ]]

The trail of gaps leads here. The large vault door has rolled away several years ago, leaving the complex open for exploration. It’s a large steel complex with low ceilings and a very retro-futuristic, utilitarian interior.

Unfortunately, there is something in the air... so be careful: your best friend might suddenly start looking like that bully that tried to beat you up in fourth grade, or that really evil bad guy that tried to have you executed in public... the last thing we need is a bloody end.

The last person to come through here didn’t do a very bang-up job of clean-up, either. So nevermind your own head: you have to be wary of any insane vault dwellers that might want to try to attack you with a lead pipe or a sledgehammer.

[[ hallucinations can go as far as you’d like: your character can just hallucinate the walls being clean, or they can start seeing relatives, or imagining they’re being attacked by clones of a friend. Hallucinations only last a minute or two, the frequency is up to you ]]

This area is full of clutter and dirt. Here and there, you can find niches with beds that have been abandoned for a long while. It’s quiet - except for the occasional murmuring of an insane vault dweller... who might attack you at any moment. There is no more clear path, but it’s obvious that whatever it is you’re looking for, it’s further ahead.

About as cluttered as the living quarters, the science labs are distinguished by all the medical equipment lying around. And the computer terminals. Anyone curious enough to take a poke at them might find out about the grisly past of this vault: unsuspecting people who sought shelter in this vault, only to be dosed with psychoactives by their leaders.

There are a lot of twisting turns and stairs here, but slowly but surely, the only available paths wind up leading down, down...

Past a few more insane survivors, who might be lurking where you least expect it.

[[ detailed description on the files on the computers by request, if you want your character to take a poke at it. ]]

The air becomes less thick the further anyone comes to the cave. There's something unnatural in there, something that doesn't belong on this Earth. Stuffed into the nooks and crannies of the rocks are things that look an awful lot like human remains, but the most obvious item is pressed into the boulder at the back of the cave.

It's metal, rounded and jagged, and humming with some unnatural power--

And once anyone from Fandom approaches, they might find themselves suddenly somewhere altogether more familiar.

[[ First person to tag in can touch the item; the rest of you can ping here to react to being pulled home ]]

And the further down you go, the more mazelike the vault becomes, the more plentiful the insane survivors, too. At the end of these hallways is a large boiler room, and behind it, a cave holding the big prize.

But you have to make it through without losing it or getting your brains bashed out with a lead pipe, first.

For NPCs, questions, comments, options, and no tim- or tomfoolery. Bring it on.

For OOC communication and tim- and tom-foolery. But watch those puns.

Also, anyone who's curious can get a better look at what the inside of Vault 106 is like here. Warning, though. That place scares the hell out of me. Or you can hit up the Vault 106 entry on the Fallout: High Octane Nightmare Fuel page at TV tropes. (I know, a different kind of horror; also, be warned that this can be a very creepy game in a slightly different way than SH and Bioshock, so 'nightmare fuel' means nightmare fuel)

And in case it helps: IG, the hallucinations the main character has involve being attacked by childhood friends, seeing everything in a purple light, doubles and triples of friends and family, rooms being upside down, visions of the vault before it got ruined - clean walls, tables being upright, all that - and messages to himself on the computer terminal.

Edited 2010-08-08 11:49 (UTC)

Gather what little breakfast you can, make sure nobody got eaten during the night.

Keep on walking, go on a last scavenging run, just make sure you don't get killed by a radscorpion.

The cracks stop near a large rockface. Searching the area will finally bring you to a small, ruined wooden door.

Behind it is a large cave... and at the end, the large, open, coglike door of a Vault.

Ender hadn't slept much last night, but that, he imagined, was not a problem here: the more eyes open, the more they were capable of making sure nothing invaded and destroyed their camp.

He'd had vaguely distorted dreams of Mirelurks when he did dream, anyway; he'd rather not return to that.

He got up, taking his small collection of Mirelurk cakes and Iguana meat with him, and went to distribute it to anyone who looked hungry.

Quinn wasn't sure when or how she'd fallen asleep, but she had -- head conked back against the rock, tire iron slipping from her grasp, and she was pretty sure the sticky stuff matting her hair was drool.

At least, she hoped it was only drool.

She got to her feet carefully and (leaving the tire iron where it was for the moment) started going through some calisthenics. If today was another day of walking and hitting things with a tire iron -- which was exactly her idea of fun, no lie -- she didn't want her muscles to seize up on her.

Edited 2010-08-08 11:11 (UTC)

"What do you have?" Quinn asked, spotting the food the boy was carrying.

She was trying not to sound too eager. It ... almost worked. (Okay, so last night she'd hallucinated one of the giant crab things was a walking, talking, Red Lobster special, but they kind of asked for it.)

"Mirelurk cakes," Ender said, holding up a few, "And Iguana meat. It's not appetizing, but it's something." He paused. "There's some protein bars making the rounds, too, but I don't have them on me."

Quinn considered her choices. "I'll take the iguana," she said. (She'd seen on TV that lizard meat was low-fat and, oh god, was that really going through her head? Really?)

She shook it off and managed a tiny smile. "Thank you. For sharing."

He smiled back, passing her over some meat on a stick. If you didn't know what it was, it would have almost looked like normal barbecue meat on a skewer.

"What's your name?" Ender asked, rather than waste time on no problem or you're welcome. "And how are you feeling?"

Edited 2010-08-08 11:56 (UTC)

It looked like normal barbecue, and tasted like slightly off, chewy chicken. Breakfast of champions, Quinn thought, swallowing before she turned her attention back to the boy.

"Quinn," she answered. "About how you'd expect. Like I slept on a rock and am going to get attacked by a giant crab any second. But, y'know, coping. You?"

"Ender," he supplied. And repeated, wryly, "Coping, too." He reached back into his backpack, pulling out one of the bottles of Aqua Pura he'd gotten back in Rivet City. He set it down in front of her. "Make sure you stay hydrated. The thirst might get you before the crabs do, otherwise."

Alex hadn't gotten eaten overnight, a fact that he was very grateful for. His shoulder continued to throb and ache but he refused to show it. He just wouldn't use it.

He could feel exhausted to his bones but he couldn't deal with that now. He'd seen Mirelurks last night, dealt with a few of them with the help of the stolen gun and was now seeing them behind his eyes.

Great. More fodder for nightmares. Nonetheless, he was awake.

"Thanks for the reminder," Quinn said, making a face. She picked up the bottle but didn't open it yet. "So do you think we'll have any luck finding the stuff we need to get home?"

She, frankly, did not.

"I think we do, actually."

Actually, Ender had his doubts, himself. But he wasn't going to say that out loud.

"We got lost en-masse, ourselves: a lot of people wound up in the same place, right? So it'd be logical to think that if something else has gone missing from the island, it might well have wound up in the same places, too."

Reno hadn't gotten a hell of a lot of sleep last night, no. But then, Reno was used to not getting a hell of a lot of sleep. He was greeting the day with a bottle of water and a smirk on his face, pacing around the camp and keeping an eye out for anybody who still hadn't managed to get their hands on a real weapon, or who wouldn't mind a nice, big knife to supplement what they had.

And, you know, he was killing anything big and ugly that got too close to the camp, but that was more like a happy little afterthought. Monsters!

Really, when it all boiled right down to it, this wasteland wasn't really different from the deserts surrounding Midgar and Edge at all. Okay, so the nasty things that wanted them dead around here came in a slightly different flavor, and there were more cows than he'd really expected, but all in all?

Reno was still kind of basking in it.

And was maybe laughing like a psychotic hyena every time one of those scorpions came close enough for him to trap in a pyramid or just fry the living shit out of. Good times. Good times.

Makita just looked at Reno slightly askance during one of those hyena-laughs. "You are a very strange man," she informed her former teacher, completely serious. "Very, very strange."

Considering this was coming from a tiny little girl who occasionally skipped stones over the hard grounds of the wasteland, and had cheerfully hummed Nokgorkan tunes under her breath while getting ready to move out for the day, that may or may not be a compliment.

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FALLOUTVERSE - Capital Wasteland into Vault 106 - DAY THREE

Capital Wasteland

Vault 106

Vault 106 - Living Quarters

Vault 106 - Science Labs

A Cave Behind Vault 106

Vaul 106 - Winding Hallways

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Wake Up and Break Up Camp

The Wasteland Proper

The Entrance to Vault 106

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