Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-25344655-20151223012931/@comment-26084195-20151224062423

So, my character is sitting in her rather stately abode, when suddenly there is a knocking at the door. Her butler answers.

"Ma'am! It's a representative of Vault-Tec!"

"I'm coming." A few moments later... "Vault-Tec, eh? Nice of you to finally drop by. I ordered my place in Vault 111 two weeks ago."

"My apologies, but you are a rather difficult person to reach. Now, we've already cleared you for entrance, we just need you to fill out a bit of information real quick."

"Very well. Give me the forms, I'll sign whatever you need."

"Here you are."

Not much later at all, she was sipping a glass of rather expensive cabernet, when the warning came.

"Those crazy bastards... They actually launched the nukes! Quick! Get the helicopter launched! I'm getting out of here."

A short flight later...

She was standing on the platform just as the bomb went off. The elevator receded and the doors closed just as the nuclear shockwave struck. She went through all the procedures necessary, even stepping into the cleansing vats (even though she insisted that she's the cleanest one in the vault).

And then came the frosty embrace of cryosleep.