Fallout Play-By-Post

[Mirasol]

Charlie watches Robin and the man with the long family-name quietly creep towards the other room with the pods. Hehe. They look a bit as if they´re Naruto-running. Just slower. She doesn´t really see the need to copy the move exactly, but still follows suit and walks as silent as possible. It´s a gracefull, dance-like walking style. You had to do it all the time in Ballett, the pointe-shoes would be too loud on the floor otherwise. The shoes she´s currently wearing aren´t nearly as noisy already by themselves, so now it´s almost impossible to hear her.

She notices that this is the first time since she woke up that she thinks about dancing. The thing she had dedicated the last ten years of her life to. Her entire life, actually. There is probably no need for it after an apocalypse, is there? Realizing this hurts a bit like she would have to leave yet another person dear to her behind in one of the pods.

Faust looks completely unbothered by the two of them. He heard it all before.

Instead, he turns to Grey. "Just so we're clear, I take issue with you telling a kid go first. Not right" he tells him. He looks as the two of them go ahead. He's not sure if this sneaking around is necessary, after all he did yell for help quite loudly and nobody came to gun them down yet. If there were enemies anywhere, they wouldn't be this close.

"Charlie, let's go last. I'm unarmed and if something happens, I'm useless in a fight. Grey and Jay should be closer to those two."

Faust talking to her brings her back from her thoughts.

"Sure, works for me. If something tries sneaking up from behind I hope it´s aware I once broke a guy´s leg by kicking it. Nice hair by the way. My brother would be jealous."

[thegreyarea]

Nine

So Robin, Arthur, Charlie, Jay and... Faust. He eyes the man, wondering if he will be trouble. Arthur questions, correctly, if they could trust someone that won't tell his real name. Yet somehow the guy seems... frank? Nine's thinking on a better word when Robin says "It's been two centuries. No one left to care if you use your actual name."

She has a point... and what else can they do? Leave the man behind? Nine recalls the old motto: nemo resideo, no man left behind. He risked his life many times for that, and was saved back two or three times. No way he was going to act another way, be it two or two hundred years! Also, who knows, Faust may prove useful. Must keep an eye on...

Then Faust turns to him: "Just so we're clear, I take issue with you telling a kid go first. Not right."

Nine looks again at him, surprised. Few had the courage to speak that way to him, and he likes people that have the guts to speak their minds. "Look, I didn't tell her to go, I suggested she could be our best choice, and she agreed. Also, Robin's no kid. Can't you see by the look in her eyes? She's hurt, but won't let it stop her."

He moves to the door, where Jay's already waiting. "We will have many chances to talk, Faust, and I hope you speak freely. Be sure, I'll do the same. Now we should move." Nine waits by the door with Jay, watching as Robin and Arthur reach the recess where the door to the next room awaits. So far so good. Now they just have to open it.

[Kitty]

Bah. Just because a kid is visibly messed up, it doesn't mean he should suggest her do more dangerous stuff.
But Robin was out already, Arthur was with her and he seemed reasonably competent, Grey and Jay are up next and talking things out in more detail can wait until they are somewhere safe.
Wait.
They are in a safe.

Hehehhehe.

He gives Charlie a smile. "Thanks, sugar. I'll let you braid it, if you wanna." Fun little chatterbox, although she looks nervous. Does she have trust issues with him, as others do, or is it just general nervousness due to the situation... Should he take the bonebreaking part as a threat...? Maybe, but probably not...
He lowers his voice. "If you find a secret shampoo stash, you gotta let me know. I'll do the same."

[Mirasol]

Charlie grins back. "I´ll come back to it after I take care of my own."

The guy with the nickname seems fun. She´s a bit curious about why he chose "Faust" over his real name, but hey, who is she to judge. After all, she introduced herself with a nickname too. A less unusual one, but still. He probably has his reasons.

More quiet she adds: "But I´m not embezzling shampoo." She glances at the others. All relatively short hair... "Not even if the two of us obviously need it the most. They´ll notice that anyways."

[Songbird]

Robin

Robin approaches the room warily, keeping to the wall so she can't be seen from the inside but not that close to the door once she reaches it that someone could just grab her from inside. If there was a thing she was spectacularly abysmal at it was breaking free from grappling moves—for her getting jumped on and turning the fight around wasn't an option. The room appears clear though: More pods, another terminal far in the back and a single alternative entrance blocked.

Not one to let go of her caution easily, Robin indicates the terminal to Arthur with her head, communicating her intent to approach, then acts on it. Either this one could do something about the door in the end of the hallway or they might be in trouble. She watches the staircase out of the corner of her eye while bringing the computer to life with a keypress.

[thegreyarea]

Nine

Nine checks the door. It works just fine from both sides. Satisfied, he gestures for Charlie and Faust to come, and enters the room.

It looks a lot like the one where they woke up. A dozen pods await in two lines. He walks towards the opposite wall, where he finds Robin and Arthur next to a terminal. Jay is somewhere behind the pods. Close to the terminal Nine sees a stair leading down, but its filled with rocks. No way to pass. he wonders what might have happened. Everything so far seemed to be in good shape, too good, indeed, for 200 years. But those rocks indicate that something broke, or exploded... Yet he sees no way to estimate when.

He turns to watch the room. Ok, no apparent danger. What more can he see... Well, there's something that's not there. It's not covered with a thick layer of dust, the air is not that stale, so vents are probably working. Illumination is also working, as those doors, and the computer terminals. Someone, or something, has been doing maintenance tasks on the vault. Robots perhaps? And would they self-repair too?

Nine's stomach remembers him they have to find water and food. Hopefully the maintenance kept those shiny hydroponic units working somewhere in the vault, or they may find a way out... He approaches Robin to see if they found anything useful.

[R.M.S.N.P]

Robin

Robin approaches the room warily, keeping to the wall so she can't be seen from the inside but not that close to the door once she reaches it that someone could just grab her from inside. If there was a thing she was spectacularly abysmal at it was breaking free from grappling moves—for her getting jumped on and turning the fight around wasn't an option. The room appears clear though: More pods, another terminal far in the back and a single alternative entrance blocked.

Not one to let go of her caution easily, Robin indicates the terminal to Arthur with her head, communicating her intent to approach, then acts on it. Either this one could do something about the door in the end of the hallway or they might be in trouble. She watches the staircase out of the corner of her eye while bringing the computer to life with a keypress.

Arthur nods in acknowledgment of her approaching the terminal, then heads over to the gap between two of the pods, where he sees a skeleton slumped beneath three bullet holes in the metal above them.


Then he sees the pistol in the skeleton's hand.
A conflict, not an accident or murder.
He picks up the pistol confidently but carefully, checking the number of bullets remaining in the magazine to see how many were fired, out of curiousity, for the attacker was likely long dead.


10 of the 12 remain.
At least they managed to fight back.

Putting the pistol's safety on, he places it on a table along with it's spare magazines, before retrieving the corpse's pip boy.


"Looks like something for your area of expertise." He says to Grey, gesturing to the skeleton and the bullet holes. "Although I fear we may be a little late, whoever he had a bone to pick with is likely just those now. Anyway, our skeletal friend here wasn't completely innocent, two rounds were missing from the magazine of the gun he was holding."


Addressing the entire room now, he holds up the pip-boy and says, particularly directed at Robin "I feel this maybe useful."

[Ragnarok]

Robin

Robin approaches the room warily, keeping to the wall so she can't be seen from the inside but not that close to the door once she reaches it that someone could just grab her from inside. If there was a thing she was spectacularly abysmal at it was breaking free from grappling moves—for her getting jumped on and turning the fight around wasn't an option. The room appears clear though: More pods, another terminal far in the back and a single alternative entrance blocked.

Not one to let go of her caution easily, Robin indicates the terminal to Arthur with her head, communicating her intent to approach, then acts on it. Either this one could do something about the door in the end of the hallway or they might be in trouble. She watches the staircase out of the corner of her eye while bringing the computer to life with a keypress.

The terminal's menus are pretty much identical to the one in the previous room. The only difference is that the technical logs - the ones that aren't corrupted, at least - and the pod status menus don't say anything nearly as reassuring about overrides.
Every single person in a pod in this room is dead.

[Kitty]

At Grey's gesture, Faust walks towards the room. He isn't trying to weirdly sneak like others, but the sound of his footsteps is just casually minimal.
He's keeping an eye on the other doors, just in case, and when he enters the pod room, he just casually glances around.

Ah, a coffee mug. The drug of the working class. Vaguely curious, he approaches it to have a look inside. It... evaporated. Not surprising, but he wonders whether its age is 60 or 200. Hmm... According to strange uncanny purple growth in it... Yeah, no clue.

Oho. Arthur has a nice-looking gun in his hands. Too bad for the dead guy, though... Or gal. Skeleton, not a mummy, right? Skeletons happen when something eats you. Or something.

Once again he wonders if it's 60 or 200 years old. He'd really like to piece together a timeline, but he has no clue about whatever science would determine it.

Forensics? Phorensics...?

In either case, he casually motions to Charlie and Robin to not look its way.

[Songbird]

Robin

More logs, all the same. Not a single person woke up in this room. Robin turns to report it to the others and notices Faust.

"Oh, you found a body. Good," she lets out with the first tinge of emotion in her voice since first reading the logs—and that's not fear. It's been so long it's hard to see a person in the bones. She's curious. Were they a scientist? One of the people from sixty years ago?

"You know what just occurred me? The other terminal was left open on the pods occupants list. One more thing hinting at someone from outside targeting the people missing instead of they somehow waking up and leaving by themselves."

Robin walks over to them, cocking her head to the side. None of the useless decomposition trivia she knows covers fabrics. Even her corpses knowledge doesn't help much, she knows no timeframes off the top of her head that would help in dating it. At least she could tell no scavengers had access to this part of the Vault; bones would be scattered all over the place otherwise.

Addressing the entire room now, he holds up the pip-boy and says, particularly directed at Robin "I feel this maybe useful."

She takes the gadget from his hands and starts to thinker with it without sliding it over her wrist. She doesn't want them getting the wrong idea. "Memory is blank.

"Can I borrow it for a moment to copy down the information from the other terminal? That... I don't want to forget it. It might be useful to know later."

[Mirasol]

Charlie enters the room when Nine gestures her and Faust inside.

All the cryo pods in here are closed. But that doesn´t have to mean something, does it? She walks over to them and looks into the first one. Hm, nope, the person inside seems positively frozen. No movement or breathing whatsoever. She still taps the glass a few times. But unsurprisingly, they show no new movement. She looks at the pod itself. Nothing looks different to the way the closed ones in their room looked either as far as she sees. So there´s probably no saving these people as well for now, dammit.

Charlie looks to Faust who is inspecting some dirty coffee-mugs. She nods towards them.

"Seems like the staff here left in a rush, doesn´t it? I wonder why..."

Now curious, she walks over to a console with some scientific equipment on it, checking whether there´s something useful among it. Or something that would indicate anything about whoever worked here.

Addressing the entire room now, he holds up the pip-boy and says, particularly directed at Robin "I feel this maybe useful."

Look at that, ...was his name Arthur? found a gun and a pip-boy. Also a skeleton. Oh dear. In combination with the mess that was left behind at the coffee-table, bad signs are piling up.

She looks around nervously. Even though she´s aware that for a person to be a skeleton they have to be dead for a good while, just the fact that someone died here and not because of being inside a pod makes her a bit jumpy.

She goes back to searching through the console, careful not to touch anything that may still work and turn on.

[thegreyarea]

Nine

His area of interest? Indeed, he had seen a good amount of bodies and bullet holes... But not many skeletons, unless in abandoned areas or buildings. He couldn't tell anything just by looking at the bones. The pistol is a 10mm combat one, standard issue sidearm, with no visible modifications or extras. It packs a punch, particularly on unarmoured targets, and is reliable. Not much to say besides that, could be military or civilian.

Just one body and five shots fired, as far as they could see. It wasn't exactly a battle. More like a confrontation, probably between just two persons. Nine doesn't see any useful information on all that, and turns to the others. It seems there's nothing of special interest, besides those people in the pods being, allegedly, dead.

Well, at least they now have a weapon and a pip. And they know there's no exit this way. Nine walks around the room, looking carefully. He sees the glint of metal behind one pod and crouches to check what it is. A crowbar! Nine raises it to eye level, feeling the cold and solid metal on his hand. A nice piece! There's a good, primitive feeling on having something to defend himself, even if it's not a firearm. He approaches the others, showing the crowbar. "Hey, look what I found. Jay, if you really want to open something this may be a solution."

Then Robin speaks. She wants to go back to the other room with the pip. Makes sense. "All right, but I go with you. I don't want anyone walking alone." Nine looks at the others. "You could look around while we go there. If I found this you may found something else." Opening the door he checks the corridor, that remains empty, and waits for her.

[Kitty]

Now curious, she walks over to a console with some scientific equipment on it, checking whether there´s something useful among it. Or something that would indicate anything about whoever worked here.

Look at that, ...was his name Arthur? found a gun and a pip-boy. Also a skeleton. Oh dear. In combination with the mess that was left behind at the coffee-table, bad signs are piling up.

She looks around nervously. Even though she´s aware that for a person to be a skeleton they have to be dead for a good while, just the fact that someone died here and not because of being inside a pod makes her a bit jumpy.

She goes back to searching through the console, careful not to touch anything that may still work and turn on.

Faust decides he will stand between her and the skeleton. It is making her unsurprisingly uneasy. He gives her a light tap on the shoulder, just a small grounding gesture. Before unease turns into panic. Which he doubts would happen, since she immediately went to distract herself with a console, but still. "Don't worry. We'll get out of here soon."

Nine

His area of interest? Indeed, he had seen a good amount of bodies and bullet holes... But not many skeletons, unless in abandoned areas or buildings. He couldn't tell anything just by looking at the bones. The pistol is a 10mm combat one, standard issue sidearm, with no visible modifications or extras. It packs a punch, particularly on unarmoured targets, and is reliable. Not much to say besides that, could be military or civilian.

Just one body and five shots fired, as far as they could see. It wasn't exactly a battle. More like a confrontation, probably between just two persons. Nine doesn't see any useful information on all that, and turns to the others. It seems there's nothing of special interest, besides those people in the pods being, allegedly, dead.

Well, at least they now have a weapon and a pip. And they know there's no exit this way. Nine walks around the room, looking carefully. He sees the glint of metal behind one pod and crouches to check what it is. A crowbar! Nine raises it to eye level, feeling the cold and solid metal on his hand. A nice piece! There's a good, primitive feeling on having something to defend himself, even if it's not a firearm. He approaches the others, showing the crowbar. "Hey, look what I found. Jay, if you really want to open something this may be a solution."

Then Robin speaks. She wants to go back to the other room with the pip. Makes sense. "All right, but I go with you. I don't want anyone walking alone." Nine looks at the others. "You could look around while we go there. If I found this you may found something else." Opening the door he checks the corridor, that remains empty, and waits for her.

"Oho, that's a nice crowbar!" Crowbars are great
He wonders which of them will take the gun. He can use it, but he can think of several reasons why he shouldn't be the one to have it, and won't ask for it. Three reasons, to be exact. Robin and Arthur have minimal trust for him, Grey is suspicious of him, and Jay... doesn't seem to care, but still. Reasonably speaking, he hopes either Grey or Arthur decide to take it.

[R.M.S.N.P]

Faust decides he will stand between her and the skeleton. It is making her unsurprisingly uneasy. He gives her a light tap on the shoulder, just a small grounding gesture. Before unease turns into panic. Which he doubts would happen, since she immediately went to distract herself with a console, but still. "Don't worry. We'll get out of here soon."

"Oho, that's a nice crowbar!" Crowbars are great
He wonders which of them will take the gun. He can use it, but he can think of several reasons why he shouldn't be the one to have it, and won't ask for it. Three reasons, to be exact. Robin and Arthur have minimal trust for him, Grey is suspicious of him, and Jay... doesn't seem to care, but still. Reasonably speaking, he hopes either Grey or Arthur decide to take it.

As "Faust" ponders, Arthur is already stowing the magazines about his person. Replacing the pistol's magazine with one of the full ones, He then checks the safety is on, and takes the pistol in his left hand.

[Songbird]

Robin

Robin looks up from the pip-boy to see Nine holding a crowbar. Where he got that? She shoots a puzzled glance at the body and back at him.

Then Robin speaks. She wants to go back to the other room with the pip. Makes sense. "All right, but I go with you. I don't want anyone walking alone." Nine looks at the others. "You could look around while we go there. If I found this you may found something else." Opening the door he checks the corridor, that remains empty, and waits for her.

She follows him without arguing despite not quite seeing the point. It was hard to fault him for his caution, though. Once they're in the hallway she shuffles her weight to her left leg and whispers, "Wait." She shakes the other foot and twists herself to reach it, fishing something from inside the leg of her suit. Her dog tags. It takes her a moment to remember. She had had the nagging suspicion the staff would not return their stuff for long time when they were made to change into suits and took her brand-new tags from her wallet, together with a couple of dried flowers native from her province to keep them safe from whatever storage procedures they'd use, folding them into the hem of her shirt under the suit. The tags, being heavy enough, slid down once she started to move. The flowers... she'd find out once they got the chance to change out of this horrid suit. Hers, being sized to fully-grown adults, hung shapeless and stiff in some points, not following all her movements.

She undid the collar and unzipped the suit a bit, sliding the tags over her head. Nodding to Nine, she resumed the walk, navigating to the Journal menu of the pip-boy and copying what they could read from the logs and pod status list once she had the chance.