[Noon arrives with no announcement with the Kingmaker. The intercom remains silent, and there's nothing to indicate that he wants you to gather anywhere.
It's almost a relief.
However, anyone entering the dining hall (maybe to see what's going on, maybe just to make lunch, who knows) will find a small table set up underneath the profiles; it's a nice setup on it - there are twenty envelopes in the usual loud colors of the Vault fanned out in a circle, each bearing a Survivor's title.
And in the center of the circle, there's another of those butterfly knives sunk into it at a perpendicular angle, a note written in that unfamiliar handwriting from yesterday pinned beneath the blade.
TAKE YOURS. READ IT.
And that's all it says.
Those choosing to ignore it can go about their day doing whatever they'd like, none the worse for wear; those who follow the note's instructions, however...
Well, they'll find their deepest secret written on the slip of paper inside. Even if they don't remember it yet.]
INCENTIVE
It's almost a relief.
However, anyone entering the dining hall (maybe to see what's going on, maybe just to make lunch, who knows) will find a small table set up underneath the profiles; it's a nice setup on it - there are twenty envelopes in the usual loud colors of the Vault fanned out in a circle, each bearing a Survivor's title.
And in the center of the circle, there's another of those butterfly knives sunk into it at a perpendicular angle, a note written in that unfamiliar handwriting from yesterday pinned beneath the blade.
TAKE YOURS. READ IT.
And that's all it says.
Those choosing to ignore it can go about their day doing whatever they'd like, none the worse for wear; those who follow the note's instructions, however...
Well, they'll find their deepest secret written on the slip of paper inside. Even if they don't remember it yet.]