120 years later

Dornan woke up to the sound of footsteps and clanging along the vault corridors.

" Ahhh, finally, back to another day within the safety of our vault. I think I'll go get myself some lunch"

Dornan, the Overseer, leapt from his vault-style bed and walked outside his quarters. Opening several hatch doors along the way ,he proceeded to the mess hall. The hall monitoring system used the loudspeakers to inform the vault of local events.

" All little league baseball players are to proceed to Atrium 2A for their next game. Cafeteria special today is clam chowder soup with a soft baguette. Maintenance department workers are to revise the stock of 30 water chips and Geo-thermal generators. Back-up systems revision code Omega. Remeber that the overseer cares. Have a nice day Vault 118"

Jack's apron was covered in grease. His job wasn't hard, in fact, it was great. He got free food, he goof off and it wouldn't matter, it was pretty easy, and it didn't require him to bathe. The only bad thing was the heat, and getting burned every now and then. He was the cafeteria fry cook, because Mister Handy's don't prepare meals good, it tastes like jail food. Eew, jail food.

He learned that the place was busiest at 7:30 A.M, 12:00 A.M, and 6:30 P.M

The Overseer stepped in, and he was happy about it, too. He was probably going to order the special, which was soup, and Jack was in charge of the grill, and you don't make soup in a grill.

The overseer then moved down several flights of stairs and went through five more hatches before reaching the cafeteria. The 50's diner theme making it seem incredibly homey even though they all lived in a a vault. Dornan walked over to Jack, the fry cook, and made his order.

" I was thinking maybe mash potatoes with a bit of asparagus shreds on the inside. Maybe some butter or gravy with that. Make me guess. Some nuka-cola along with that. "


Dornan then went to one of the un-occupied tables and waited. No one was astonished because he was a common sight among the vault. Most overseers he met on the intercom were more solitary and paranoid. He never did what they did. He even watched the little league baseball games to encourage the youth of the vault. But there were times when his serious attitude fortified his position enough to wipe out any doubt inside the vault.

" and maybe some meat loaf, I feel a little hungry today."

James was sitting on his bed, thinking deeply for a few seconds about the latest idea that popped into his mind. He shrugged it off, and began to dress into his Vault 118 Utility Jumpsuit, and then grabbed his gear. Sliding his trust wrench deep into his pocket, he smiled and began to head off. He was a bit hungry today, and decided to go to the cafeteria when the announcement rang in.

"All little league baseball players are to proceed to Atrium 2A for their next game. Cafeteria special today is clam chowder soup with a soft baguette. Maintenance department workers are to revise the stock of 30 water chips and Geo-thermal generators. Back-up systems revision code Omega. Remeber that the overseer cares. Have a nice day Vault 118"

He stopped, and turned around towards the Maintenance room. While he enjoyed convocation in the cafeteria while refilling his stomach, he has always put his work first. Reaching the Maintenance room, he saw his trusty Mr. Handy.

"Good evening, sir! I've already revised the stock of 30 water chips, and was about to work on the Geo-Thermal generators. How are you today?" he chipped in his cheerful English accent.

James strode by, "Adams I've no time for chit-chat, I must work on the Back-up Systems."

Just another day in Vault 118...

Zalphon patrolled the Vault 118 halls.

I love my job, keeping safety in my home, it is a great career.

Jack was wrong, it seemed he had to work, but that was okay, he loved doing his job, heat be damned.

"Okay, that'll be there soon.".

He worked on it for about 25 minutes, making everything perfect, then gave it to Dornan himself, hoping he liked it. He then looked at the clock, "Crap, its my break.".

He took off his grease-covered apron, hung it on a rack, put his hat on, and sat next to the Overseer, "Hey, whats up, 'seer?". He hoped his friendly attitude wouldn't backfire.

"Hey, whats up 'seer?" was heard by Zalphon so he went over and said to Jack "The Overseer is not 'seer, don't ever disrespect him like that again, or maybe I will get to use my AE-P7 Laser Pistol on your hide, would you like that?"

These disrespectful denizens, I am irritated with these jerks, disrespecting the Overseer, if I were Overseer I'd have their throats slit.

Jack thought to himself, Christ, what a jerk.. "Hey, you shouldn't joke about shooting someone, man. Thats what lead to everything being an Atomic Wasteland. I heard if you step outside, you die.". Jack stood up and left, mumbling, "Asswipe.".

Terry awoke to the sound of the morning's announcement. He stood up, muttering under his breath about being woken up earlier than usual, and wrestled himself into his jumpsuit.

Eventually, with his jumpsuit finally on, Terry poured himself a cup of coffee and checked over his collection of wines.
...Screaming Eagle, Mouton Rothschild, Roman?e Conti and Chateau Lafite. Superb, all there.

"I suppose I should go and get myself some 'petit dejeuner', as they say in France. Or atleast, they used to."

As he entered the cafeteria, Terry scanned the room seeing who was up and about, and what they were eating. Once satisfied, Terry headed for the soup chef and ordered the special. He scanned the room once more to locate Dornan. Once The Overseer had been seen, Terry headed straight for him, and sat down opposite. Despite the presence of others

Edit: Oops, I really should larn to read more intently.

((Hint hint, i'm no longer there, another cook is))

Alex was awake, putting on his Vault suit, when the intercom in his room went off.

"All little league baseball players are to proceed to Atrium 2A for their next game. Cafeteria special today is clam chowder soup with a soft baguette. Maintenance department workers are to revise the stock of 30 water chips and Geo-thermal generators. Back-up systems revision code Omega. Remeber that the overseer cares. Have a nice day Vault 118"

He knew that today was going to be a pain. Today he was going to give his class a test on one of the textbooks they read. It was called History of Warfare: Weapons and Armor. He thought about the book, and thought about the security in the Vault. He didn't have to grab anything because all of his work stuff was in his desk at the classroom.

Before he left his room and headed to the school section of the Vault, he thought about what was going to happen to the Vault. He read many books and learned enough information from different people around to know that the Vault wasn't going to last forever. Shrugging his shoulders, Alex started walking and almost forgot about it.

"Just another day..."

Harold let out a long, low groan as the Overseer's voice was forced into his ears. Sadly for the doctor, his room had a faulty intercom speaker so the announcements were often muffled and extremely loud. "Today was my day off...And I need to get those grease monkeys down at the maintenace department to fix that speaker." He thought, rubbing his head. He stood up from the pristine bed and donned the nearest vault suit. Due to his position as the vault doctor, his suit was customised to meet his needs. It had a white lab coat attached to the outside which served both in a practical and asthetic way. He liked the 'command' that his position and outfit demanded; He liked to be depended on.

After a short spell infront of the mirror, correcting his combover and brushing his pearly whites, the 'good' doctor set out from his room, shifting his mentality to 'please mode'. He smiled to each and everyone he met, nodding and occasionally giving a slight wave, but inside his head, he despised most people who lived in the vault. There were a few he didn't mind, not for any particular reason, he just seemed to enjoy their company. "Ah, Jack my lad. I see that you're on your break but...Would you mind rustling me up some," Harold pondered for a moment or two, not sure what slop he fancied today, he eventually came to a conclusion, "Whatever's easiest for you, fair enough?" It was all the same anyway; Dry, chewy and tasteless. He sat down next to the Overseer, nodding his head to him as he did. "Good afternoon, sir."

"Well well, if it isn't our good friend Harold" Terry sighed, "what plans do you have for the day? I, personally, intend to spend the day reading some old copies of Deans Electronics."

Zalphon follows Jack, grabs his shoulder and whispers in his ear "I wasn't joking, and call me that again, and I will send you straight to Hell, because I 'thought' you were going to pull a knife on me. Or I could just use standard-issue mesmetron, but for some reason it was 'jammed' understood?"

Zalphon also adds "I was in a relatively good mood this morning, now im pissed off, keep pushing, see how fast a pistol is fired in a 'weapons malfunction'."

I was in a fine mood until he disrespected the overseer...

Harold glanced across the table at Terry, a person he didn't mind...Too much. The doctor had always been suprised by Terry, mainly because he was further up his own [censored] than Harold himself. "Oh, me? It's my day off, but I plan on popping in on Mrs. Lindell. She's been ill recently, so I think I'll check on her." Complete bull, of course. Mrs. Lindell was ill, but Harold had no intention of visiting that old, ungrateful women. He had planned on watching a film today, but decided against it, considering many others were going to watch it.

He sighed, scratching his chin lightly. "What shall I do today...Hm.", He mused over this for a moment, looking around his surroundings. He could always just spend his time in his room, listening to music and reading books, but where was the fun in that? He had a much better idea. So many people in the vault and so many secrets and as a well trusted and highly respected doctor, Harold often knew them all.

"Ah, I'm sure Mrs Lindell will be fine. She's what? Nearly 90 now? I'm sure it will turn out to be a common cold." Mused Terry. He actualy quite like the doctor,but he voided showing it. It was so much more fun to annoy him.

"I don't suppose either of you have heard anything about getting out of here? I'm begging to get really bored of this place. I've read just about every issue of every magazine there is in here, an I detest all of the women."

Terry slurped up the final drops of soup from the spoon and pushed it away from him.

Jack pulled off, "Fine, whatever, truce.". He walked around for a while, now that he didn't have to spit in the guards food, anymore, when Harold came in and asked him, "Nuka Cola, with a soft cheeseburger coming you're way.".

Jack decided, Well, all I was going to do was read, anyway. He went back to the grill, filled up a glass with ice, and Nuka Cola. When that was done, he finished up the cheeseburger. Just a burger, bread and cheese, nothing else.

He went and gave it to him directly, just like he did with the overseer, because that freaking waiter was probably pretending to be sick. He went up to Terry and said, "Should I take you're plate?".

The doctor shook his head towards Terry as he spoke of leaving the vault. Not only was he up his own backside, he was stupid too. "Mr. Roach, do you even know what is outside?" He sighed, not giving the man a chance to reply. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Do you know how many bombs were dropped on our fair land? Too many to count, that's how many." Harold disliked change, especially change as extreme as leaving the only safe place he knew, the only place were he really had some control. He smirked, enjoying showing up Terry. "If we do make it outside, I'm sure we will all die a horrific, painful death." He paused, raising his eyebrows as he continued, "A death due to radiation poisoning. Not a pleasant fate, believe me, I've studied it intensely."

Harold watched as Jack placed his 'meal' infront of him. "Ah, thank you Jack." What he really wanted to say, was "What the hell is this crap? It looks like it just crawled out from that delapidated Mr. Handy and is still living." But no, he decided against it, it would ruin his image. Instead, he smiled and took a bite of burger, chewing it thoroughly. "You certainly are a wizard at the grill, haha." He continued to chomp on the bland burger, washing it down with nuka cola in an attempt to make it more bareable.

OOC - Such an ass eh? I love this guy. I've gotta go now guys, its late in England. Cheerio!

(( I make bad boigas! ))

"Heh, thanks.", he said right before he asked Terry about the plate.

Zalphon walks over to the cafeteria and says "Sorry, man, I just get a little edgy when the Overseer is insulted...can I get a cheeseburger and a nuka-cola..."

Jack looks at Zalphon, then back at Terry, "Sorry, man, hold that plate for just a second longer." He smiled when he said, that, but secretly though, "Damnit, where is that waiter". He looked back at Zalphhon, "Sure, be right back, take a seat anywhere.". He walked back to his work area and put ice, and nuka-cola in a glass, and started making a burger.

"Ah, yes, if you would be so kind. Well, if no one has any stmulating conversation, I shall retire to my quarters." Said Terry, looking curiously at The Overser and Harold.

James finished up his work.

"Alright, Adams, what's next to do on our roster for today?"

Adams floated nearby, and began to list some minor problems.

"Well, sir, first off is Mr. Webb's announcement speaker is on the fritz and needs repair. Some minor other updates other than that I can work on while you're off doing that."

James grunted, "Fritz, eh? Define."

Adams cheerfully responded: ?Verb phrase. 1. fritz out, to become inoperable. 2. on the fritz, not in working or-" James cut him off.

"Thank you, Adams, but I mean what is wrong." he waited until Adams explained. James strolled down the hallways, passing other vault residents and greeting them quickly as he strode off to do his work. He arrived at Mr. Webb's room, found the speaker, and began to work on it.

OOC: When does the survival start?

IC:

Zalphon sits down and waits, and sips his nuka-cola...
I love this Nuka-Cola, but that chef makes me wonder...could he be an assassin...

Alex entered the classroom, and quickly sat down in his desk to find his papers and a pen.

"You seem to be late Mr. Lennon. What happened?". Alex lifted his head and noticed one of the students in the classroom talking to him. He went back down to look for his papers, and he started talking.

"Actually, Ms. Louise, you are just too early. Class doesn't start until a few minutes."

He thought it was odd that a student would be curious about what he was doing. He just shrugged, and found the papers he needed for the test.

"Alright class, we will begin in two more minutes. In the meantime, make sure you are prepared, and please don't start any fights."

Alex couldn't stand his class too much. Ms. Louise was probably his favorite student, because she hasn't done anything to ruin the class. Just then, he saw that the final student entered the class. He didn't have to look, because he could smell the horrendous scent of the gel the student put in his hair. His name was Thomas Caine, also known as Tommy, and immediately decided that he wanted to stir some trouble up. Thomas sat down, and Alex was ready to start class.

"Okay guys, heres the test. You should've studied for it, and if you did, this test will be a breeze.". Alex continued handing out the tests just as Thomas decided to talk out.

"You know Mr. Lennon, you might want to make sure you have your shoes tied.".

"Very funny Thomas, just to show you, i'll double check.". Alex realised that he probably shouldn't have bent down to check his shoes.

Thomas quickly then grabbed a bottle of a goo he made, which was a mixture of Nuka Cola and his hair gel, and threw the sticky liquid all over Alex.

The class was in an uproar. Almost all of the students were laughing, and Alex realised he just fell for another of Thomas's traps. What was maybe 10 seconds was seemed like an hour for Alex, as he thought about all the pranks he has taken from Thomas. He always wanted to punish the kid, but the Overseers never aprooved of it. He couldn't take it anymore. He got back up, and immediately grabbed the collar of Tommys collar.

"So you think you're in charge, huh?!?". Alex was now furious, shaking Thomas back and forward. The classroom was silent except for the sound of Alex attacking Thomas.

"I didn't think you were going to be like this. It was just a joke!". Thomas was struggling to talk as he was now crying and was still being tugged on.

"You think this is a joke?!?". Alex threw Thomas as hard as he could out of the classroom. Thomas struggled to get back up, and said as loud as he could,

"Just you wait until my parents and the overseer find out about this! Just you wait!". Thomas ran out, where he went wasn't anything Alex was thinking about.

Alex stood there, and knew what he did was going to screw him over. He thought about what was going to happen, and his reputation in the Vault. The classroom was now dead silent, as the class was in shock of what Alex, known as Mr. Lennon to them did to Thomas.

"Alright class, let the test begin.". Alex tried to say it as calm as possible, but the anger was still in his voice. He left the classroom and headed towards the bathroom to wash up.