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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

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[Charles remembers dying well, but it's not the first time he had come close to death.

When he wakes up, his memories come rushing back to him. He can recall his own family, distant and foreign. He remembers growing up alone with few acquaintances, no friends, parents who were more interested in their work than in raising a child. He remembers his surrogate family - the opportunity he'd been presented with. A path to move forward as the war grew closer. He was young but he was intelligent, and he understood the importance of early mobilization. He remembers Solomon, who he never got along with. He remembers Van, who he had gotten along with too well.

And he remembers Diva.

He had actually known someone here all along, but he hadn't been able to remember because of the stupid way this Vault had functioned. He'd feel betrayed, but honestly, he can't muster up any sort of anger or disgust or even agitation. He feels ancient in his youth, and as he walks outside of his cookie-cutter home into the unfamiliar terrain, he's more like a ghost than he's ever been.]

[ so lara's huddled around the television, arms folded and her expression solemn, especially upon seeing the body this morning. ]

Franziska...

[ like, she looks pretty torn up about this, but also, revenge is a dish best served cold. there isn't any pity, only thought in her face. honestly, if she'd been alive, she'd probably have... either defended fran with her life or tried to off her herself, depending on how things went. lara's not sure and the prospect of things swinging so wildly different is a bit terrifying. ]

That's the price you pay for speaking up, I suppose. Not a lot of blood... was she killed elsewhere?

[ After the fourth trial and exciting execution, you'll see a woman you've never seen before in the cul-de-sac. She's well-dressed and made up, but she simply stands there, as if she's waiting for someone to approach. She's always smiling slightly, but the smile also seems fake.

If you come talk to her, you'll realize who she is as soon as she speaks, though. Her monotone voice is unmistakable. ]

[ It definitely takes quite a while before Jack emerges from his house, but he does seem calm, maybe even surprisingly so. Though, granted, that might be why he stayed in his picture perfect house a little longer. There may have been some anger to work out, and there may be some broken furniture. It's cool.

Jack steps into the yard, and he'll probably go talk to... pretty much anyone, at this point. He doesn't exactly want to be alone, so if you look reasonably down with being approached? You are being approached. ]

So, sup, first of all. Second of all and way more importantly, want to go shoot some stuff?

[ Requesting a shooting range is one way to make friends and cope with your death, I guess. Maybe not a healthy way, but a way. ]

[After her talk with Judy, Veronica needs to take her mind off how livid she is. Being killed is one thing, but to learn everyone had been trapped in a sick Enclave experiment had gone past her limit.

So what will she do? Well, she's going to do her duty and "test" the limits of this Vault. For reporting purposes of course (no not at all actually.) Which means you'll be seeing her...uh...punching shit. A lot of shit. Buildings, trees, cars--]

Fucking Enclave assholes.

[Yeah someone may want to talk to her.]

[Mitsutada is certainly not one to get angry very easily, but considering the circumstances surrounding his death, he's not a happy camper. Not to mention he left someone important behind as well, and can't even get his own justice because SOMEONE ELSE had to escape death at the trial.

So yeah. He's not in the best of moods right now and it's apparent to anyone that walks past him standing at the front of the theater. If you've seen him around the complex before, this is a pretty weird and unusual sight to behold.

That said, the best thing to do is either convince him to do something dangerous slash anger management-y, or just talk to him like a good person??]

VTBBS

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After Luke convinced Judy to give the dead a more frequent way of talking to the living, the Vault-Tec BBS is now open. If you would like to send a message to the living, please post your message under this header. Also, please use the following form, since it'll help me make sure I'm replying to the right place! There will be a new toplevel for this during each IC day for the living, and depending on how it's used here, you guys may also get a new toplevel. Unsure, we'll see.

— LINK ; link to the comment you would like to reply to

YOUR MESSAGE HERE

Edited 2016-11-01 18:34 (UTC)

[ During the investigation, Jack had left his quaint little home, and so long as he could find you, he'll give a neighborly offer. They are all neighbors now after all, right? Weird. ]

Hey, so, kind of a weird thing to all gather 'round the TV to watch, realize that, but. Wanna come watch the trial later? Might, uh, be better to not watch it alone. Like, it's kinda weird. No judgement if you're not feeling it, though.

[ And as promised, if you're so inclined, Jack will be sitting on his couch come the trial, popcorn even in hand. The couch is in pretty rough shape because he kind of kicked the shit out of it and broke the frame, but. There is other seating.

Might as well given peanut gallery commentary on the trial together, right? ]

[So during the talk with the living, Luke said he wanted proof about the outside. Veronica will step aside to talk with him, afraid that publicly speaking could cause the others harm.]

Okay, so, this is a strange situation. I'm not sure how much of my memories are real, though I feel strongly confident that I am who I say I am. Take whatever I say into your own opinions.

[She crosses her arms and takes a small breath, knowing she'll probably be looked on dubiously.]

I'm...from outside. All of you should have entered the Vault before October 2077 - the time period the Great War began and promptly ended. Mainly because everyone shot nuclear warheads at each other like a bunch of fucking idiots. However, I'm from 2881. It's been well over a hundred years since the war, and humanity has survived.

Edited 2016-11-06 03:06 (UTC)

VTBBS

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As before, the VTBBS returns! Please use the following format:

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MESSAGE HERE

[ okay, it took a while for rhys to leave his house since he sort of had to... deal with a problem. anyone passing by jack's house will hear a lot of yelling at first until it quiets down and then an hour or so later, rhys steps outside. he's fairly clean aside from the, uh, bandage on his nose because --

well, yes, rhys already got his nose broken even though he only just got here. that sure happened.

he'll stand in front of his and jack's house, arms crossed and frown on his face as he looks across the cul-de-sac and vaguely wonders what to do next. he's also kind of expecting someone else to jump out and attack him, really.

sup, y'all. reese is here too now. ]

[ During the night eleven, if you're paying attention, you might see Judy acting a bit strangely. She turns as if she hears something, jerky and uncertain, and then all of the sudden, completely freezes. She's unblinking, unbreathing, and can't be interacted with at all.

Just after that, everything disappears.

The cul-de-sac, the houses, literally everything in Judy's personal creation is gone, save for yourselves. You're all in some kind of void that's just empty. For about fifteen minutes, this is all there is.

But eventually, a simple terminal appears in the space.

This could be your last chance to communicate with the living. ]

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