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Three Thousand Club
The public announcement system heralded the close of the voluntary curfew with the selection of a classic beloved song from it's limited instrumental jazz repertoire. Artificial sunlight simulators strategically positioned throughout the atrium and hallways of the residential quarters began to hum and warm up the sterile metal confines of the reawakening heart of Vault 51 as dwellers went through their morning routines. "Today is October 16th, 2277, in the city of New Orleans," a baritone voice declared through the speakers. "today is Mr. Summer's 91st birthday to be celebrated in the diner, today is the 2nd happy anniversary of Mrs. Strangeworth's marriage, tonight a little league baseball game will be held in the atrium, the prize being sugar ration coupons to the families of the winning team. Internal radiation levels are zero."
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William Mackenzie opens the door of his apartment only to find two of the friendlier members of vault security, Officer Charles Decker and Officer Liam Munson, waiting patiently outside, their riot batons held casually in their hands. "The Overseer has a matter to discuss with you," Charles revealed, drawing curious stares from lingering passerby.
"Says it's important vault business, we're to escort you to his office immediately." Liam spoke up.
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