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GRAVEYARD




You remember dying.

It's vivid and real, and you can absolutely remember taking your last breath. By all measures, that should have been the end.

And yet, like waking from a deep sleep, you awake in a comfortable bed in a quaint little bedroom, and outside the window, you can see an even more quaint little neighborhood. You can get up to explore, but before you leave the bedroom, the radio inside flickers to life.

"Good morning," Judy says, calm as ever, "Let me first say that I'm sorry that we've deceived you—"

Because indeed, the more you look at this little neighborhood, the more it may feel familiar to you. It's almost like this was the kind of life you had before you ended up in the complex. Though as Judy explains, it wasn't a complex at all. The complex was something called a Vault, and the Vault was meant to protect you from the cataclysmic war that nearly wiped out humanity on the surface. You were kept safe. In a sense. It seems that the Vaults ultimately weren't much of protection in the first place.

But Judy has done her best to ensure that your death in the Vault wasn't truly the end. Because of the nature of what was done to you, she was able to back up your existence in the servers that support the Vault. Strictly speaking, that's where you are now. You're a digital construct, and this neighborhood is Judy's idea of how to sustain you in the coming decades. That is the downside here, of course. All you can do is simply wait for someone to discover these servers, hoping they haven't failed by then. Perhaps there might be a way for you to return to the living then...

Though for now, that's a distant dream. The neighborhood is small, but clearly will allow every person their own little home when they perish. There's a chance to expand it to include whatever amenities you may dream up, and there may already be some here.

In addition, you can always watch the Vault to see how they're doing. There's a television in each home, and through it, you might understand how Judy can see so much. Flipping through the channels gives you a view of nearly every room in the Vault, at least until curfew falls. It's quality entertainment, since it gives you a way to keep tabs on the living.

So, how will you spend your time?

OOC Explanation

heroizes: (there was never no hell or armada)

[personal profile] heroizes 2016-11-03 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jack looks surprised as Veronica speaks, but he ends up reaching up to rub the back of his neck a bit awkwardly. ]

Oh, uh— Yeah, I'm from this world too. Nnnnot sure how I forgot that, but, yeah, I know what Vaults are and stuff. Friend of mine works— [ He pauses, then sighs as he drops his hand back to rest on his hip. ] Well, worked, I guess, for Vault-Tec. But the Enclave and the Brotherhood of Steel, haven't heard of them. Sssshould've been clearer, but that's what I was asking about there.
onepunchgirl: (Johnny Guitar)

[personal profile] onepunchgirl 2016-11-03 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, it make sense you haven't. [And if he really doesn't know, then her and Danse really must be some kind of special situation. They don't fit the norm.] Being inside a Vault... it means you entered before the Great War. Before the nuclear warheads destroyed the world. You don't know those things because they came afterward - everyone must have been frozen in time, or something.

I was only born after the War happened. The Enclave, the Brotherhood, they're Post-War organizations. Does that make sense?
heroizes: (discounts for kids now)

[personal profile] heroizes 2016-11-04 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jack nods as she explains how he came here and why, because neither is really a surprise to him. It wasn't like he'd signed up to be in the Vault the day the bombs dropped like certain protagonists, so he'd accepted the bombs actually dropping one day as something inevitable. Still, as she speaks, it's a complicated feeling. For one, he remembers again like he did when he woke up in this not-quite-death that everything he remembers now, that whole way of life? It's gone. Maybe long gone, considering how they were frozen in time somehow.

But on the other hand, the fact that Veronica is here, talking about the fact that it wasn't the end of the world, that's a bit surprising. Everything they'd heard before was about how if that moment came, only the people in the Vaults would survive. Jack is a smart enough guy to know that objectively, that was probably a hyperbole, but still. There's something comforting in the fact that Veronica even can talk about what came after, though it's a very small glimmer of hope by comparison.

Jack pauses when she's done explaining, since he's clearly trying to gather his thoughts, but the question he ends up asking is fairly simple. ]


So... What's it like out there, then?
onepunchgirl: (Shadow of the Valley)

[personal profile] onepunchgirl 2016-11-04 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
["How is it like" isn't quite so simple as he thinks. Not when she's speaking to someone who may not have seen the world for close to a 100 years outside this Vault. There have been Vault dwellers who integrated into society, but they were all descendants of the original groups within. They left the Vault with some idea of what would be out there. Many left and then returned, or made their Vault open to the public. One she knows is some kind of attraction in New Vegas.

Still she smiles softly, deciding how to express her thoughts.
]

It's not as bad you think it is. [Maybe that's the best way to start off.] It isn't the world you left behind, but humanity has persevered. There are settlements, market trade, organizations. Generations have lived past the war, and live happy lives. It won't be an easy life for all you who need to integrate, but if others have done it then so can you. If we get out of this digital dump, I would be more than happy to help people find safe havens at the least.

[The only downer is that there's no way she can go to the Brotherhood of Steel. Her family would likely just kill her if they found out she was a personality reconstructed via code. A grave abomination of technology - she can never go home again.]