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Announcement 001

[Whether you're waking up in the clinic just now, or have already done so and are now wandering the halls, a sudden screech of microphone feedback blares over the speakers before fading back out.

A moment later, a woman clears her throat. Her voice is husky and mature, but still feminine, and overall she sounds very authoritative...if not a bit sarcastic.]

Good evening, and welcome to the new school year. I hope your arrival was a pleasant one, last year everybody threw-up from motion sickness, it was quite messy.

[There's a long pause as she seems to think, or perhaps just let any anticipated bustling chatter calm down.] Now, you're all intelligent human beings...for the most part. But I suppose I'll pretend I'm talking to the insipid uneducated masses for a moment; it shouldn't prove too difficult.

[She clears he throat again.] In every hall, you shall find a small intercom. You may use that to ask me any questions after my announcements and "privately" converse. Now, if you head North down one of the halls near the clinic in the Central Wing and keep going, you'll eventually come to either the West or East Dorm Wings, depending on which fork in the road you chose. There you'll find all necessary bunk beds and spare socks.

So, make sure you're all well rested for class in the morning; we wouldn't want to get a failing grade now would we?

[And with that, there's another burst of feedback before her announcement abruptly ends. Anybody who had been wandering the halls will notice a distinct lack of...well, anybody else aside from new arrivals, the Nurse, and the Lunch Lady.

The strange woman over the loudspeakers may have mentioned classes, but the school seemed completely devoid of any teachers to provide those classes. In fact, a lot of things seemed...off.]

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[At least Roy had a gun, all Butch had were his whits. Which meant he basically had nothing.

He'd actually taken to cautiously checking each room he passed, but when he saw Roy from afar and that familiar blue jumpsuit he nearly cried.]

Hey--finally, somebody I recognize!

[To say Roy is relieved to see a familiar face would be the understatement of the century. He doesn't even question why he's not in Vault 101 right away, instead he runs over and...well, it looks as if he's about to hug Butch but he totally refrains from doing so.]

Oh shit -- Butch! I thought I'd never see your greasy ass again.

[Despite his worn and messy appearance, he looks completely relieved.]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[Especially since you're still wearing the jacket he gave you before you left the Vault. Speaking of...]

So, ah... [Butch brings a hand up, shielding his eyes a bit from the light.]

Any idea where the hell we are? 'Cause this ain't the Vault, and I wanted to get outta there, sure, but I think I would have remembered doin' it, ya know?

[Roy furrows his brows together at Butch.]

Ya mean you didn't leave in all the chaos and shit? [That's what he assumed, anyway.] Man, I ain't got a damn clue.

[He lets out a frustrated sigh and rubs at his eyes with his free hand.]

I don't fuckin' remember comin' here or nothin' either.

I couldn't, the Overseer's got the place under lock-n-key, and I don't even know where the fuckin' exit is.

[He scowls before crossing his arms and keeping up that pouty, spoiled look of his.]

You're lucky you got to leave when you did--everything's just been downhill since. But whatever, at least I'm outta that joint. Now we just gotta figure out where here is.

Fuck that I wanna' go back.

[Well, no, he wants to find his father. So he can punch him in the fucking face! But if he had the chance he might actually run back in the Vault and beg the Overseer for entrance. Maybe. He's not even sure, really. All he's sure of is that he's scared shitless. And to top everything off he doesn't know where he is anymore.]

If it's even possible. This place doesn't show up on my map, and it looks nothin' like any of the other buildings I was in.

Go back? Why the hell would you wanna come back? It's even worse than before!

[But whatever, Butch dismissively shakes his head.]

You know what? I don't even care where we are. It's already lookin' better than that metal rat tunnel. All I need is a pair of sunglasses, and I'm set.

It can't be any worse than what's on the outside!

[Roy takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he runs a hand through his hair. He takes a moment before responding.]

We don't even know if it's safe in here. Besides, I gotta find the way outta here.

The place is infested with radroaches! [That's the worst thing, Roy. The absolute worst.]

Besides, it looks safe enough to me! And if it's so bad outside, what the hell am I supposed to fight with? My pocket knife?

[That was just there for cool points, he couldn't actually use it; it's too short range! And there was no way he was punching a radroach to death.]

[Roy releases a frustrated sigh.]

You don't get it, Butch. Everything everyone's ever said about stayin' in the Vault for our own good? They were fuckin' right.

[He glances down the hall, momentarily worried that their talking might attract unwanted visitors.]

There's gotta be a gun around here somewhere. And if it really is safe in here, you can stay. But I've gotta go. I have to.

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Who cares--I'd rather be outside than livin' in that hole for the rest of my life. You're the one who doesn't get it!

[Of course, Butch didn't know what he was talking about, but he knew he was sick of the Vault. He wanted out, and in its current condition it was just...hell.]

I don't wanna stay in here either man; look at it. It's just another Vault with different wallpaper. It's just a prison--we Tunnel Snakes need some room to stretch our legs!

[He crosses his arms, leering a bit at Roy. Who the hell did he think he was, anyway, just trying to leave him here?] What're ya in such a rush for anyway?

[Roy's not even looking at Butch anymore. He's standing off to the side with his hands on his hair, trying to figure out his next move.]

I gotta find my dad. He's out there.

[He finally turns to look at Butch, his expression both somber and scared. Truth be told, if it weren't for the fact that he really wanted to know why he left...he would just say to hell with it all.]

Man, there's some crazy shit out there. Fuckin' worse than radroaches, Butch. Just...shit man.

[Butch makes a wry face, but supposes he can understand. He wouldn't know what to do if his Ma just up and disappeared one day. As much as he wants to leave the Vault, at least he knows she's alright.]

[Still, seeing Roy with that look on his face was...strange.]

Whatever man, I ain't here to get all philosophical. Let's just try and find the door outta here and worry about that shit later. You're kinda forgettin' that we could be who-knows-where right now.

I'm not forgettin'. I'm just tryin' to -- forget it.

[Roy looks down the halls, seeming a bit lost. None of this looked familiar!]

Man, we gotta find you a gun first before we even think about headin' out. And supplies.

Yeah, I'll forget it alright. [He didn't care about what you were talking about anyway!]

Well, I dunno where the hell we're gonna find that. I mean, this doesn't exactly seem like an armory to me.

It doesn't have to be an armory, Butch. People hide their guns and can't get back to 'em. Or ya know...[Hand wave.] die. So ya find them in a lot of places.

[Yeah...with that he's just going to start walking in a direction.]

[Butch is just plain talking down to Roy now. Slow, highly emphasized and everything.]

If they need their guns, why would they put 'em down. [It wasn't a question, but a thinly veiled "that's a stupid fucking idea".]

Fuck, Butch. Maybe they've got more than one and hide it for safe keepin'? Maybe they leave 'em behind to go take a shit in the middle of the night where they get mauled by fuckin' molerats.

[He turns back to Butch, looking horribly irate.]

Or maybe they hide em' and get dragged off in the middle of the night by psychopaths. Do ya want me to tell ya how I got my gun or are ya done fightin' me on this?

[HE'S A LITTLE CRANKY OKAY?]

Alright, alriight! [He puts his hands up, sounding more amused than anything.] Don't go all psycho on me, man. So somebody just leaves a gun lyin' around, fine, I ain't gonna complain!

Let's just find them, because these lights are killin' my eyes. And it smells all...weird in here.

[Roy glares at him for a second longer before he turns back around and continues walking.]

What happened anyway? I mean, after I left.

[He'd be lying if he said he wasn't concerned about anyone else getting hurt, even if half of them ran him out of there faster than he could fucking blink.]

Everythin' went to shit--all thanks to you and your Dad for leavin'!

[He brings his hand up towards his face and squeezes in a vague frustrated gesture.] Fuck man, people are dyin'! There's roaches everywhere. Amata wants to open the vault, The Overseer wants to keep it shut--and I just wanna get outta there period! Plus...

[Butch waves his hand a bit.] I heard there's somethin' goin' bad with the air filtration system. It ain't gonna last much longer at this rate--we just gotta get out before it's too late.

[Ouch, that stings. And the sting steadily grows into a sharp knife wound in his gut the more Butch talks about what happened. About what's still going on down there.

He can't help but feel angry. At himself, at the Overseer, at his father, even at Butch for pointing it out. He wanted to leave, but he never wanted to leave like this. He didn't have a choice. Though maybe he wished it hard enough to get it. That alone has him spinning around and once again glaring at Butch.

He's about to yell at him that it's not his fault, but he refrains from shouting, merely turning back around and walking again. He notices a couple of doors that look different that he decides to focus on in the distance while walking towards them.]

Fuck, man. I don't know what happened. Things were already shit when Amata came 'n woke me up.

Yeah, well, whatever. [Butch stuffs his hands in his pockets as he follows Roy. For a moment, he's lost in thought.]

I can't say I'm not glad to be outta that joint. It woulda been nice to take the rest of the Tunnel Snakes with me, but I don't think they woulda come anyway. But hey! No sweat, you can have a gang of like...two, right? I mean, three's a crowd anyway.

[If this had been any other day before the past week, Roy would have jumped at the chance to be in Butch's gang like an eager little puppy would jump at a treat. But right now he's so done with everything that he can only roll his eyes.]

And do what, Butch? The only thing we'll accomplish as a gang is gettin' killed.

[When Roy reaches the doors he carefully opens one with his gun ready, only to see a nice looking lounge-like area on the other side. Why was everything in this place so clean? It was fucking weird!

Regardless, he walks in anyway.]

You're afraid of fuckin' radroaches. There's like, ten times worse shit out there.

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