the story in which Alex Seattle Geer is right for hating enclosed spaces,

[doubletap]

and Neil Park is blamed for his knowledge of vaults.

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Terminal Entries:

1st Floor, Vault Entry-Room Computer:
- Data Entry 1: Year 20XX, Month XX; There's no escape.
- Holotape Entry 1: Y#4@ SDhig^8705 H98 [data corrupted]; This is hell and I want out of it.

1st Floor, Cafeteria Luncheon:
- Holotape Entry 2: Private Recording; I've had better?

1st Floor, Cafeteria Supply Room:
- Inventory List: Inventory List; A list of food....
- Data Entry 2: Shift Notes; Maybe I should tear the walls down.

1st Floor, Broken Cave:
- Data Entry 3: Preparations; Everything's fine.
- Data Entry 4: Near the End; I'll tell you the truth, but I won't give up my soul.
- Data Entry 5: Finally, the End is at Hand.; This is far enough.

1st Floor, Office:
- Data Entry 6: Vault-Wide Public Service Announcement; Get back to work everyone.
- Data Entry 7: Locked Administrative Reply; You're reaching for straws.

1st Floor, Administrative Secretary's Office:
- Data Entry 8: Drama Hoes; It is sort of funny that people aren't able to lie, though.
- Holotape Entry 3: Bill Self-Log; Byron's access still works everywhere.

Comments

[goodfight]

[Neil takes a generous bite out of the fruit before bothering to address the other man.]

I'm starving. That means I eat everything.

[Though he really shouldn't be. He had that box of Sugar Bombs earlier as well as a full meal before they even set foot in Vault 7.]

[doubletap]

[ Shakes his head again, then drops a hand onto Neil's hair. ]

You should apparently go on a diet. You shouldn't even be hungry.

[goodfight]

[Despite the pressure on top of his head, Neil frowns.]

What? For my girlish figure? I'll probably burn all the calories in an hour.

[From a variety of activities. Usually the ones involving getting shot at.]

It is weird, though. Maybe-- [And the thought is funny.] --it's all psychological?

[doubletap]

[ Alex snorts, and moves to walk forward. ]

Yeah, well, a lot of stuff's in your head. Apparently focusing on food more than me is at the top of the list.

[ ...Ah, another slip. They move forward, to view stairs heading down into the dark. ]

And to the right you'll see the stairs into hell and my fading dignity.

[goodfight]

[More exists in the words than meets the ear, but Neil only shrugs. Allows matters to further slip.]

We've all got our vices. [Bad habits and destructive steps.] Mine's just more apparent than yours.

[The stairwell, in contrast, is the very opposite of apparent. Neil peers down.]

Hell is a black hole?

[doubletap]

[ Another snort. Alex passes the stairs. ]

Hell is a Vault. Hell is being under ground and dirt.

[ A corner shows itself ahead, and another door to the right. The corner probably leads back to the beginning, the corner that was next to the cafeteria from Alex's map. Leaving the door as the only explored place on this floor.

A day and a half later. Wow. ]

What's my vice, then?

[goodfight]

[Neil follows, absorbing the response.]

Makes sense.

[For Alex, at least.

Neil takes another mouthful of the punga fruit, chewing slowly as Alex surveyed the area. It is interesting, one might think, that Neil currently takes food as a priority over exploration.

He finally swallows down the food.]

Funnily enough, you bury things. Never really dig them back up.

[doubletap]

[ Alex heads to the door, "Administrative Secretary's Office" written on the plate outside the door. ]

...This might be promising.

[ He pulls out his lockpicks, lacking surprise when the door is harder than he's used to. ]

What do I bury?

[goodfight]

[Oh, progress. Standing close by the other man, Neil continues to munch on the punga fruit, pausing once in awhile to talk.]

Don't know. To be honest, I don't think I have any details about you, good or ill.