[liz barnes]

OOC: Vault 109 is under Times Square, so you're correct

Alexander Scalatti

Alex got some very nasty looks from the smell of the smoke. Ah [censored], lemme through it out. Alex threw the cigarette outside of the widow. It fell hundreds of feet to the dark slimy streets of Times Square.

Adams stood and addressed the Enclave personnel. “All right, team, our destination is in clear sight. Prepare for landing.” He sat back down and turned to Alex. “So, you ready for this? You ready for vengeance?”

The Enclave soldiers began to get ready. They reloaded their fancy weaponery and checked them for any problems. Alex turned to Adams.

"Of course I am ready." Alex reached into his suit and pulled out a fancy looking pistol. He put a magazine in it and cocked it backward. The vertibird began its decent toward Times Square.

OOC: Alright, when the vertibird lands, dont leave it yet. I want my character to leave the bird first if thats ok.

[Marie Maillos]

OOC: If you want, Alex, you can land the vertibird yourself -- there isn't much point in me posting two lines saying they landed.

I also recommend we wait until Dark posts; he might have men stationed topside waiting for us. If so, it's only fair to let him post a reaction, etc.

[Ernesto Salinas]

OOC: Good idea.

[Pete Schmitzer]

OOC: Oh, well I guess I only PM'd it to Alex. I guess I will post it now.
Name: Lyn Grave
Age: mid 20's
Race: Beast Lord/Caucasian
Occupation: Jack-of-all-trades
Apperance: Long brown hair, fair (although slightly dirty) skin, about 5'10", and has a slender figure
Personality: Kind, but somewhat mysterious. Loves animals.
Gear: Makeshift leather armor
Weapon: A .22 hunting rifle and a 9mm pistol
Other: Was born into a small group of beast lords that survived the BoS extermination in the midwest. Not wanting to follow their tribal beliefs, she packed up and headed east.

BIC:
Lyn Grave

"Y-you're not from around here, are you?" the man asked, trying to sound as masculine and brave as possible. "L-listen, you might know what's going around here. It's dangerous for everyone. If there's something you know, or can do to help, we might appreciate it" the mafia minion replied. "Forgive me for not introducing myself. My name is Rico Traponi. I work with the New Manhattan Mafia." the man introduced himself. "And you are?" he asked, relaxing slightly.

Lyn gave a quick bow before answering. "My name is Lyn Grave. Nice to meet you Rico. If you would be so kind as to introduce me to your Don, I would appreciate it." Lyn closed the gap between herself and Rico. "I hope you don't mind, but the animals will be accompanying me. You don't need to worry, they are as good as tame. And good job in guessing I'm not from around here."

[Christina Trayler]

Justin watched his monitors, drinking a glass of aged wine, very intrigued at the site of a Vertibird in what was at one time 'Time Square'. "Hmm. They must be the Enclave. Perhaps this is another sign that it is time I break things open. He pressed a button and commanded his super computers AI to say over the intercoms "All visitors and residents of Luxurys Lap, please enter the first floor Atrium, Mr. Mieux has an announcement for everyone." He watched as people milled about, pvssyring eagerly on the monitor, expecting Jack to tell them what was happening, but not even Jack knew what was happening.

Just then, as they all looked about curiously, the elevator doors of the second floor, having never opened in 200 years, opened, and emerging was a man in a cream white suit, black silk dress shirt and cream white tie, a black dresscane with a silver handle. Hair oiled back, the definition of Pre-War money. The people gaped in awe, thinking Mr. Mieux was only a rumor, or a computer. He cleared his throat and spoke into a microphone, a warm and polite voice came forth, "Hello ladies and gentlemen, I'm honored to speak with my patrons. For a year now, I have run this place as fairly as I possibly can. Some of you have wondered why I have not shared my wealth and comfort with others. Well, that question can be answered, and it will be answered now. I have been biding my time. But now, due to many things I see indicating things to come, I show my hand now." And with that, he pulled out a small little control, smiled, and said joyfully, "Welcome to the return of civilization to New York City." Then he pressed a small grey button, the hotel rumbled, a loud sound similiar to a turbine was heard for ten seconds. Suddenly, the shaking stopped and the lights grew brighter.He invited them outside, and he stood, for the first time since the war, outside, and said eagerly, "THIS! This is now Luxurys Lap. Two blocks of city, powered with light and an active water purifier. Those barricades you have seen within a two block radius were the work my guards. Slowly, subtley building this into my expansion. Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Luxurys Lap, the heart of the settlement of 'Arcadia'.

A small beacon in a land of darkness, even from the skies, the small settlement of Arcadia could be seen. It was in this small, nonhostile swoop, Mr. Mieux thrust himself into the power structure of New Manhattan, not with violence or death. But with the most valuable commodity a wasteland could offer, safety.

[Epul Kedah]

OOC: I'm going to Vault 110, because I know you guys are at Vault 109, and I know the Enclave wanted what was in there at one point. I also wanted to maybe fabricate what's in there for my -- and the stories -- best interest.

[Sierra Ritsuka]

Evander Jamison

Isacc and Maxwell exchanged looks, then looked back at Evander with sly smiles.

"Let's do it," Max said quietly. He was always outspoken but his words always had the most magnitude. Evander felt the butterflies of pre-battle in his stomach now, anxious to once again don his old armor. Speaking of which, he wanted to know if they even kept it.

". . . did you guys by any chance--"

"Keep your armor? Head past the barracks and you'll find you own metal cabinet with all your effects. We didn't touch them since you left." Isacc proclaimed. Evander could barely contain his nostalgic apprehension as he half-jogged, half trotted to the armory room. While he was walking he also heard Isacc issued all battle-ready men to the back exit of the bunker, just past the armory doors. It let out at another sewer entrance, as always reminding them what they were reduced to. Evander opened the cabinet doors to find his old, beaten Power Armor, blue band spray-painted on the side with the letters BB on it. It stood for Beastie Boys, which is what the small group used to call themselves back in the day. Next to his armor hung his AER9 scoped laser rifle and 44. Magnum (non-scoped). He held the pistol in his hand, looking at it while reminiscing how many times it saved his life when it was all he had left. He'd received it as a wedding gift from his father, back when he had a wife. He decided to keep it with his old equipment when he un-registered for fear of losing it. Lastly, he had his combat shotgun, Rusty, which he only brought when he knew things would get dirty

I'm gonna need this today, he thought. After a small debate on what to brin, he decided to bring both his big guns and leave his .44. Its measly bullets wouldn't do any good against MARK IV armor.After he suited up he waited for everyone else to move out, not moving until Isacc and Max gave the command. They went up to the front, then gently Isacc nudged Evander in front of the both of them.

"After you," He said. Evander smiled under his helmet and moved out.

OOC: I want to extend this, but I don't like too lengthy posts. I'd like to run into Lyn on my way to my destination (which is through Times Square), and then meet you guys on the way to Vault 110. Also, do you think I'd be okay Chris if I gave Evander and Jack a history on the battlefield? I think that'll be cool.

[RObert loVes MOmmy]

OOC: If you just suited up in BoS power armor, and are intending to run into Lyn, she might have a panic attack. Just sayin

[Jose ordaz]

William Snowe

"Sir the Vertibird has landed."

William turned to the thermal scanner to see a massive dot right above Time Square, obviously the Vertibird. He inwardly panicked but gave out directions, trying to keep his voice normal. "...Form up on the entrance to the Vault, send in an ambassador, and rig the entrance."

With the command, everybody started to get to work, all hoping that the vault was readily prepared for the oncoming Enclave and Alex. William watched his elite squads all form up on the entrance making a fire sack. He hoped in vain that the fire sack will be sufficient enough to stop a potential.

[Tanya Parra]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex was the first to leave the vertibird. He jumped out and aimed his pistol up. It was eriely quiet. Too quiet. Alex motioned that the Enclave stay in the vertibird. "Wait there for a minute, I don't like this."

Alex knew this area very well since he had to escape from Times Square, because the vault is located under it. Alex began to move cautiously toward the old army recruitment center smack dab in the center of times square.

"If anyone is in there....you can't enter the vault!" Alex laughed. "You don't how do you? I bet it pains you GP [censored]s, you with so much tech, and you can't even get a vault door to open."

Alex knew that the GP were there, he was trying to antagonize them.

[Jade Muggeridge]

William

"If anyone is in there....you can't enter the vault!" Alex's voice rang through the halls. William silently laughed and waited, sitting down on the hard rock floor with a plethora of people just waiting for the ambush. "You don't how do you? I bet it pains you GP [censored]s, you with so much tech, and you can't even get a vault door to open."

Again, William sat silently and using hand motions, told the others to do the same. If this was a ploy to lower morale in his troops, it wasn't working. The troops still concentrated on the door, not firing a single shot without the order of their Director.

He hoped the silence would keep Alex jumpy and unable to fight correctly. In any case, it should freak him out enough to get an easy hostage situation.

[Rudy Paint fingers]

Evander Jamsion

Maybe my last post for the night. Evander stepped out from the sewer exit, moving the gate as it swung out of his way. Outside he saw some people as well. Two men, a woman, and a mirelurk. He instantly shot at the mirelurk, who was oddly standing tranquilly, facing the man with the woman behind her. The bullet missed, singeing the water in between the two of them . He was glad that he missed because the mirelurk still hadn't budged. He held his hand up for his men to regroup, also telling Isacc to repeat his gesture because Evander wasn't sure if they were all comfortable following his lead.

"Miss, what the hell are you doing with that thing near you?"

[mike]

Lyn Grave

Lyn flinched from the unexpected gunshot, and quickly turned to see who fired the bullet. The moment she laid eyes on the man, her face turned to a look of sheer horror. In a moment, she was shaking and sobbing, taking a few steps backward before she tripped. She laid on the ground, begging for her life. The mirelurk put itself between the man and Lyn, putting it's arms up to protect Lyn. The male wolf growled at the man, and took a place next to the mirelurk. The female wolf stayed by Lyn, whining and trying to comfort her.

[ZANEY82]

Rico Traponi (Mafia Minion)

Rico saw the woman bow after he had finished speaking and begin to introduce herself; "My name is Lyn Grave. Nice to meet you Rico. If you would be so kind as to introduce me to your Don, I would appreciate it." the woman said drawing closer.

Rico instinctively took a step back, and eyed the woman warily. "Lyn Grave" he repeated.

"I hope you don't mind, but the animals will be accompanying me. You don't need to worry, they are as good as tame. And good job in guessing I'm not from around here."

Before Rico could reply, he heard a gunshot, and ducked down, pulling out his pistol now. Luckily the shot hadn't hit anything. As Rico turned he noticed that the shot had come from an armored figure not too far away. He immediately aimed his gun at the figure, despite being fully aware that any thing he could possibly throw at him would bounce off like toothpick against glass.

"Miss, what the hell are you doing with that thing near you?" the armored man asked.

Lyn then fell to the ground, hysterical with fear. What in the name of Jesus is wrong with this place? Can things never go according to plan? Rico mused, still aiming at the armored figure, gun trembling in his hands.

"Listen buddy, everything is u-under control. You mind your business, we mind ours." Rico managed.

---

Don Frank Vercelotti

Back in his suite, Frank was enjoying a nice warm bubble bath while his suit was being cleaned of blood stains. Three of the four men sent out to survey the city had reported no irregularities, while one was still out there. The Don kept his radio set at his side, in case of any sudden calls.

As he sunk deeper into his bathtub, he began rubbing his body with soap. Ah, this is the life. he smiled to himself. As he bathed there in the early evening, he heard a knock on the door.

"Sir? Your suits ready!" the soft, gentle voice said from behind the bathroom door. Oh, it's the hot maid. Frank realized, allowing a dirty thought enter his mind.

"Come on in, baby" Frank called.

"Sir?"

"Don't be shy" Frank encouraged, letting a sly grin curl onto his lips as the maid entered nervously.

"Yes, sir?" she asked, standing petrified in the corner of the bathroom.

"We haven't gotten to know each other very well, have we?" Frank asked. "Since I've been so busy ever since I first became Don." Frank said, tilting his head to get a better view of the beautiful maid. Her light olive skin, and dark, thick hair. Not to mention her perfect slender figure. "Tell me, what's your name?" Frank asked.

"Amelia" she responded, relaxing slightly, and taking a step closer.

"Amelia. Lovely name" Frank responded. "Come on Amelia, how about we get to know each other better?" he asked, motioning her over to the bathtub.

Amelia simply lowered her head and blushed, taking another step forward and letting her maids outfit slip off her shoulders.

---

OOC: Sorry for long post, but I wanted to highlight Franks personality, while contrasting the events in his story with that of the others.

@Chriso. Actors playing each character here in my head? Okay!

Evander Jamison: http://www.superherotimes.com/news/images/punisher12.jpg

William Snowe: http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/columbia_pictures/memoirs_of_a_geisha/ken_watanabe/memoirs2.jpg

Frank Vercelotti: http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/Al-Pacino.jpg

Alex Scallati: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2BhR14qgt8/TKtL7zMN_-I/AAAAAAAAA1o/0t0KWok8AYc/s1600/tumblr_l227f1QMA51qbaigdo1_500.jpg (Because Alex Scallati is based on Vito Scaletta whose based on a young Marlon Brando. )

Sonia Marx: http://www.best.celebity-foto.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/charlize-theron-3.jpg

Ann Scallati: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KxFSCMu3eFE/TFokVsAXnpI/AAAAAAAAAkU/izhLDuqWd5A/s1600/taylor_swift4.jpg

Alan Sutler: http://goremaster.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/jeff-bridges.jpg

Jack Adams: http://www.musicrooms.net/files/celebs/jason_statham_891720983.jpg

Lyn Grave: http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5OGaZ-nNJz0/SX9kBLpMcMI/AAAAAAAAAl8/f1_drqP8Uao/ashley%20greene_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg

Justin Martyr: http://images.askmen.com/galleries/men/tom-hanks/pictures/tom-hanks-picture-1.jpg (He didn't have a last name in the character sheet so I just threw in the second part of the users name. )



I know they might not seem very accurate, or go against the character sheets, but those are the actors I picture in my head.
Tell me if I missed anyone out, I don't remember all the characters at all times.

[Adrian Morales]

Justin Mieux looked down to the street from his penthouse, within minutes of his launch to power, people bustled out of the hotel into the fortified streets, looking at the streetlights humming, feeling safe. 'Excellent, this will definately rake in the customers.' he smiled contently, more caps meant more capital, more capital meant more things to use to fix his little city. Within minutes, he had 25 guards outside, one on each street corner, and 5 to each gate to Arcadia, the rest on patrol in the street. Armed with pre-war combat armor and assault rifles and shotguns to deter any violence.

He turned his attention to the super computer and spoke into a microphone "Audio Log #2471: I've finally showed my hand after two hundred years. I had thought I was blessed with immortality, but according to my auto-doc, my medication is failing to do its job, and I can't increase the dosage, lest I risk cardio arrest. No, I'm doomed. Ten years of life at most, lest some unnatural situation occurs. I had thought I would have plenty of time, but now I know I'm terminal, unless I install my brain into a robobrain, but I refuse to be enslaved in a robot. I'm a MAN damnit!" He cleared his throat and calmed down. " Nonetheless. If I were to die, I want this place in able hands. I've heard of a mafia in the city, but the last thing I want is a bunch of greedy vice indulging pricks holding my assets. No, I can't say I like this, but I need a protege, someone capable of replacing me and putting these people before wealth. After I shut this recording off, I'm going to attempt to sign a deal with the Enclave. Protection, trade, safety for on leave soldiers, whatever it may take. Well, here we go. Wish me luck."

For the past month, he had been monitoring Enclave radio transmissions with his super computer, not to spy, but to look for an opening where he could broadcast his attempt to bring the Enclave to the bargaining table, if entirely possible. He found a small opening and took it. He sat down at the computer and watched each finger to make sure he hit the keys just right. Typing what was basically a force transmit signal, for five minutes, he broadcast a message that, if broadcasted correctly, should over ride any signal in the city of new york (as his signal was limited to the city proper. "Attention any Enclave personel listening, my name is Justin Mieux, I am the founder of Arcadia, a small settlement in the New Manhattan region, I wish to propose an agreement with any personel willing to bargain amnesty, I can offer your men comfort as long as they sit in the New York City area.If you want to reach me, I have an old civilian radio stationed at 2841 Kilohertz. Or you may drop in with your Vertibird. I hope you will radio me ahead of time so I may roll out the red carpet. If you need to know where Arcadia is, it's the pre-war hotel in the center of the two blocks of light in the old ruins of New York City. Should be willing to negotiate, bring an ranking officer so that we can do business, I hope to hear from you soon."

He let it sit 5 minute, then shut it down, after all, he was force jamming any other signal that could go through, and he was not in the business of causing conflict with anyone. He sat by the old radio. Eagerly hoping for something in the way of response.

Edit: OOC: Tom Hanks? I was going for more of a Gabriel Byrne character :laugh:

[Jessie Rae Brouillette]

OOC: @Holy, Sutler wishes he looked like Bridges, here's what he looks like, the actor whom I based copied his face from.

http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/8135/675822307.gif

[~Amy~]

OOC: We could do that, Anti, but I'm not sure how it'd work. See back in DC, Adams involvement in the battles with the Brotherhood was very little, so I can't really see how they could have a history. I'll try and think of something, though.

@Holy -- haha, you're pretty close, actually. Jason and Jack have got a similar nose and jaw, but Adams was fairly large eyes and is 56 years old. I based Adams's apperance of Benito Mussolini. Still, Jack and I are honoured; with the Statham comparison, it suggests Adams is a badass.

And yes, I realise this post was fairly rubbish, but I'm a bit rushed -- sorry. And Matyr said it'd be better to wait until the Enclave have dealt with the GECK before focusing on the radio transmission.


Adams rolled his eyes as Alex ran out of the vertibird, screaming and shouting at the nearest opportunity. The colonel didn’t even have time to collect his thoughts.

“Alex, dear boy, you’re wasting your breath; that’s not going to work,” he said with a friendly, if not a little patronising, pat on the back. Adams looked up and absorbed his surroundings.

A cold, eerie silence filled Times Square – a place deserted for years. Adams grabbed his nose in a futile attempt to repel the foul stench of dead super mutant lingering about, being blown by the gentle breeze – the smell was fresh. Gauss Project must’a got to them. Well, at least that’s some weight taken off our shoulders.

The colonel strode toward the door leading Vault 109’s entrance, his trench coat rippling in the wind. Sutler had not devised any clear plan for the mission, but Adams didn’t really care, for he no longer saw a military leader in the president, but rather a politician. Jack was more than happy to rely on his own devices.

In Adams’s grand vision, the Enclave ruled all aspects of the country, effectively creating a totalitarian state. Despite the controversy before the war surrounding authoritarian governments, he saw it was the best way of creating strength, stability and authority. Though, despite this, he knew deep down that with the Enclave’s current condition, they could not do it alone. Deals needed to be made and alliances needed to be forged. For the greater good of America, his hatred toward the GP would have to be put aside (temporarily).

Adams turned round and addressed Alex and Butler. “All right, attrition warfare isn’t going to work here; we can’t just run in there guns blazing. Alex, you’re going to hate this, but we need to find a diplomatic solution to our little predicament. Vengeance will have to wait for another day – if you love your country, you’ll understand.” Adams’s face dropped; he didn’t like it, either. If he could, he’d happily line up every Gauss scum there was in front of a firing squad.

Okay, here we go. Adams called out to the Gauss Project. “My friends, we do not come here seeking violence. No, we come here today to instigate a great change in our nation – together, we can spark America’s rebirth; together, we can create a miracle; together, we can achieve greatness.” Adams cringed as he preached. “All I ask is you put down your arms and grant us entry. Whether you share the Enclave’s goal or not, you’ll gain nothing if you don’t.”

Adams whispered to Butler. “Stay frosty; this could get real messy, real soon. And you're in charge of communications, so keep the president updated."

EDIT: Adam, feel free to control Butler. He's a violence loving, enthusiastic brute who swears a lot, just to give you an idea of his personality.

[City Swagga]

Acting President Alan James Sutler

Sutler intercom link with the Command Center clicked, he reached over and allowed the communication.

"President Sutler sir, we are recieving a communication from a man calling himself, Justin Mieux, wishes to offer us a business deal concerning leave for soldiers operating in the area in exchange for ammnesty."

Sutler was shocked, someone with the ability to intercept U.S. Army radio communications and he wanted to offer a business deal? Sounded strange, and ammnesty?

"Roger that establish communications, I'm on my way down."

Sutler drained his whiskey and stubbed the but of his cigarette out into his ashtray, he strode to the door, pausing for only a second to remove his officers hat from his hat rack. Sutler's quarters were close to the Command Center, he saluted a passing trooper and opened the door into the Command Center. The radio communications bank was on the left wall.

"Sir, we've lost all radio communications with the away teams; we've confirmed that this new transmission is overriding them. We have them on the line sir."

"Mr Mieux, this is Acting President Alan James Sutler of the Enclave of the United States of America, you have a very short amount of time to tell me just what the [censored] you think your doing disabling my communications." Sutler glanced down at the typed transcript of the radio communications. "We have the ability to broadcast back to you from here Mr Mieux, I want to know just exactly where you aquired U.S. Army level technology. I want to know why of all the people in the wasteland you came to us for ammnesty?"

[Jamie Lee]

Merely for a show of force, his portrait flashed onto the monitor of the Presidents screen. A face with a smug sense of confidence and genius. It was only a picture, but it captured the shrewd genius and tactic of Mieux. " I'm honored you had the decency to communicate with me. Oh, and no worries about what your communications array, I've reverted all signals, your broadcasts functioned again after I shut my message down. However, before I give any dialogue with the Enclave, do note I will only address parley to no Enclave personel beyond the man named Adams." There was a brief silence. Justin continued to speak, " Oh, and the technology, lets just say it was a very shrewd investment on my part. That said, further communication with The Enclave will only be done through Adams. I bid you adieu, Mr. President." The screen faded to a 'connection lost' message. Indicating he was a man not to be taken lightly. The fact he spoke so courteously and politely to the President showng he was no common Wastlander. Leaving the president the only option of sending in Adams.

OOC: I'm not trying to railroad the story Enclave, but I wanted to make it to where Adams would be a capable Ambassador to the Enclave.

[Vincent Joe]

OOC: Nice posts Colonel. I like your writing style.

However, you did a slight bit of controlling in that last post. Just pointing out. Sentences like:

There was a brief silence.

Should be avoided, because when you say that, you disable the other person from responded to the previous comment. If his character is the type to bark back at every sentence thrown at him, you've taken that power away from him.. Instead it could be

Justin paused for a moment.

Also things like:

Leaving the president the only option of sending in Adams.

should change to things like

Making the president send in Adams, the only logical option from Justins perspective.

You don't have to change anything now, as the post does it's job, but just for future reference; try to make sure everything is as open as possible. Control your character to the fullest, but make sure other characters are still as flexible as possible.

If you want things to happen a certain way; say it "out of character" in your previous post, and wait till others agree. Funneling other people strains things. Just a friendly note. Sorry for sounding like such a dike.

[Sebrina Johnstone]

OOC: It's really terrible since I TRIED to avoid playing god :cryvaultboy:

I could have worded it better, but the silence meant from my side, I didnt mean that the president was silent, just me. So if Enclave reads this, then maybe he could shout back or say something to my character, only he just ignored it and carried on saying 'Adams or no one' basically. I really didnt mean to God mode, benign, but I still try to avoid it. I feel bad now. :sadvaultboy:

Edit: I'd actually prefer it if Enclave use the silence part because I have a bad habit of leaving words out, because that silence was meant to be on MY side, not him being quiet.

[Alberto Aguilera]

OOC: No, no. Don't feel bad! Trust me, you do a great job. And I honestly like your posts. It was just bordering on God mode in the last post, so I thought I might steer you clear of that, just incase.

Really though, it's nothing serious.

[flora]

OOC: No, no. Don't feel bad! Trust me, you do a great job. And I honestly like your posts. It was just bordering on God mode in the last post, so I thought I might steer you clear of that, just incase.

Really though, it's nothing serious.

OOC: I know, but any sign of God Mode in a RP can make other posters nervous. Thats why I try to focus the point that my character is a rich genius with reliance on technology, but has little fighting prowess beyond the engraved pistol on his desk.

[Kelly James]

"I'm honored you had the decency to communicate with me. Oh, and no worries about what your communications array, I've reverted all signals, your broadcasts functioned again after I shut my message down. However, before I give any dialogue with the Enclave, do note I will only address parley to no Enclave personel beyond the man named Adams. Oh, and the technology, lets just say it was a very shrewd investment on my part. That said, further communication with The Enclave will only be done through Adams. I bid you adieu, Mr. President."

The mysterious broadcast ended as soon as it had begun, Sutler looked down at the technician who was sat in his chair at the radio console.

"Establish communications with Colonel Adams now!"

"Yes sir,"

Adams was by no means a negotiator, he was a fool who aside from fancy speechs had about as little skill around a business table as he did around the planning table. Sutler mused .This Mr Miluex fellow has proved that he has access to valuable technology, too powerful infact to be left in the hands of a mere hotelier. Anything that could potentially disrupt the fluidity of the Enclave's operations must be destroyed and if necessary it's operator too. God-damn it! Adams agenda is radically different from what I want, he's a [censored] lose cannon that may take advantage and usurp me. But can I really put myself above the Enclave? Maybe should consider this 'deal', if only to get intel on Mr Miluex's technical prowess.

[Sabrina garzotto]

OOC: Okay, I really feel like an ass for going out and correcting people all the time, but I think I just might have to. Sorry in advance guys.

Now Enclave. In your above post you typed;

Sutler mused, Adams was by no means a negotiator, he was a fool who aside from fancy speechs had about as little skill around a business table as he did around the planning table. This Mr Miluex fellow had proved to Sutler that he had access to valuable technology, too powerful infact to be left in the hands of a hotelier. Anything that could disrupt Enclave communications must be destroyed and if necessary it's operator too. The more Sutler thought about it the more he didn't like it, Adams agenda was radically different from his own. He would consider this 'deal' however if only to get intel on Mr Miluex's technical prowess.

Now, the majority of that paragraph is an opinion. Something that's going on inside Sutlers head.. When something like that happens, you should put it in italics. It's part basic RP-ing. Again, I genuinely apologize If I sound like a snob who's trying to direct everyone around, but Im only trying to help, so in the future, we can all understand each post better. I know sometimes things might fly without notice, but Im taking care to read each post now, and thus while enjoying the story unravel before me, Im also pointing out little mistakes here and there. I can't stress how much I hate to sound like the bad guy, but someone's got to do it. I normally let Ant1iv3 take the role of the moderator in this RP, but we all know he's short on time these days, so I have to step up.

So just to recap; the above paragraph should be;

Sutler mused, Adams is by no means a negotiator, he is a fool who aside from fancy speechs has about as little skill around a business table as he does around the planning table. This Mr Miluex fellow had proved to Sutler that he had access to valuable technology. Too powerful infact to be left in the hands of a hotelier. Anything that could disrupt Enclave communications must be destroyed and if necessary it's operator too. The more Sutler thought about it the more he didn't like it, Adams agenda is radically different from my own. He would consider this 'deal' however if only to get intel on Mr Miluex's technical prowess.

So, do you get it now? Things that aren't in italics are taken to be as fact. Opinions and thoughts are written in italics, and are generally written in the present tense. This is also written in the "So You Think You Can RP?" sticky at the top of the Fan Fic sub-forum. One final time, I would like to apologize for the role I seem to be playing as the teacher.