[ WP ] As chairmen of Vault-Tec , you have final say in what vault gets what purpose . While going over ideas , you come across the most absurd and ridiculous experiment idea you have ever seen . You okay it immediately and hammer out the details

I sifted through the papers on my desk and came across the blue and yellow folder, labeled only `` **Installation 81: VAULTOWEEN. **'' My jaw dropped, and the `` Approved'' stamp was out before I'd even read the first page. This was going to be even better than the one with all the Garys! I buzzed my secretary over the intercom and had her send up the designers post-haste. 
 
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 `` Just spitballin' here, but I think we're missing out on the most critical part of Halloween,'' Hughes said, lounging across the leather couch in my office. `` It's not just the costumes and the pranks and the decorations: it's the **candy**. And I'm not *just* talking candycorn. We need variety! I want an entire black market just for swapping different types.'' 
 
 Evans and I nodded along enthusiastically. `` Oh, and definitely one old lady who hands out dried pretzels,'' Evans added. I stood back up and headed to the whiteboard where we'd drawn our current plans and list of required items. Number one on the list was a large hydroponic pumpkin farm, ensuring an endless supply of Jack-O-Lanterns, even if some rowdy teenagers smashed some of them. Number two on the list was plenty of rowdy teenagers. Under that, I scribbled `` Lots of Candy, and some pretzels.'' 
 
 `` Well, now we need to decide whether we want to stockpile the candy, or whether we want a candy *factory*'' Evans mused. I drew two separating lines on the board and wrote out `` Make candy?'' and `` Stockpile candy.'' 
 
 `` We can come back to that,'' Hughes said. `` I still think we have unfinished business with the costumes.'' 
 
 I flipped the board over, revealing the enormous list we'd compiled on the back. Everything from ladybugs to slutty nurses, for all ages and sizes. The warehouse would take up about a third of the space available in the vault, but that was no issue. We'd just gotten rid of the dining room and kitchen anyway; why have that when you're just eating candy? And the doctor's office had to go, too. There was a first aid kit to go along with the Doctor outfit, so we figured that would be enough. 
 
 `` Now, is this really going to be *enough*?'' Hughes asked. `` Are n't they going to get bored of seeing the same 800 costumes, day after day? I think so. I mean, I've been a pirate twice in the past 3 years, and I'm *already* bored with it. How are they going to feel after trick-or-treating in the same few get-ups 365 days a year? Which is why I've got a brilliant idea: *facepaint! * It's a costume in a can!'' He brought up a diagram on his Vault-Tec console, showing dozens of gigantic storage tanks, and books full of facepaint designs. `` It will keep them supplied for decades!'' 
 
 `` Gold!'' I declared, and wrote it on the board. We'd have to get rid of the Overseer's office and waste treatment plant, but a pipe leading into the ocean should be sufficient. 
 
 Hughes grinned and moved on, proposing that we stock enough plastic spiders to have three for every vault citizen. As we were discussing whether that would be enough, Evans piped up from the corner. 
 
 `` Hey guys,'' he said, with the Vault-Tec rulebook in hand. `` It says here that under the government contract, each Vault needs to be conducting some sort of experiment to test some facet of human consciousness or social interaction. Otherwise they'll reject the funding. What do you think? Are we testing anything?'' 
 
 We all looked at the board, full of hours of work. 
 
 `` Ah hah!'' I scribbled in an unused corner, hiding it with my body, and finally turned back to them proudly. `` Well, what do you think?'' 
 
 **Proposal: Test How Humans React to a Constant State of Halloween. ** 
 
 `` Brilliant!'' Evans shouted. 
 
 Hughes agreed. `` God, I'm so glad we went with this instead of Vaultsmas!''
