[Albert Wesker]

"I don't under estimate or dislike you Mieux, incase you didn't notice, you are eligable for United States citizenship again, you are a human being, there is no animosity between human beings like there is between the mainlanders; even Adams, whom I am often opposed to, I love, I would never wish any harm to come to my people, provided that they are people. And the Brotherhood... the Brotherhood was not under my juristiction, I would never have under-estimated the Brotherhood, that was the opinion of the then President Eden."

"What DO I want from you and your men? Good question. Honestly, I just had no desire to be hunted like a rabbit. But, while I'm here, is there anything I could offer you for your being such a gracious host?"

Sutler smiled honestly, "You would not be hunted down by my forces regardless, once you had vacated your empire your function as a way for the Enclave to interact with the mainland ended. You are here now because we can help you, please fill out this form and you will be entitled to everything I can offer."

[Nicole Kraus]

James Beneteau

James manages to make it down to reactor 1 seemingly it was shut down by hand

its like they just decided to power down and leave but i cant access the rest of the facility with no power..

he flips the breakers and nothing happens.

damn he mutters while fiddling with wires and tries to follow leads to see what the problem is.

[Add Me]

Mieux scratched his chin, his skin slightly irritated from shaving that morning. He thought for a moment, "These papers, they are a mere formality right? While I have no intentions of harming The Enclave nor it's efforts, I have no desire to give you the impression that I will suddenly be put under your finger willingly. I mean no disrespect President Sutler, but, since the fall of proper civilization, I am the only man I serve. My reason? Simple, I let people know I do as I will, and unlike the savages in the rest of the world, I do my will through word and contract. Leaving Manhattan Island isnt something I yearn for, when I did leave for those few weeks, it was torture, this place is pair bonded to my very being, that said. I have the intention of going to the southern tip of the island, while flying to that dock your men rendevoused with me at, I saw the perfect tower. It's very similiar in construction of the old Chrysler building, so once I set up their, I'll be running a full plan to build anew." He saw a Pre-War 'situation board' hologram table. He walked over to it without informing Sutler why he was doing so.

Mieux pulled the holotape from his pocket, and inserted it into the slot above the keyboard, typing for what felt like minutes, as he was initializing his software and allowing it to run, a holograph of New York City appeared. "Step closer to the situation table if you would Mr. President." Mieux said in a gently commanding tone. Sutler had come closer, "Now, in case you're unfamiliar with this map, it's a full render of New York City, very detailed too. Of Course, this image being a Pre-War render, locations are likely gone thanks to the warheads." He tapped a few keys, the image zooming in on Manhattan Island. " Now, this, as you well know, is Manhattan Island." Mieux touched his hand into the hologram, "This," Mieux said, pointing into an area now highlighted in a gold tinge ", Is Arcadia, and this here," He indicated to the eastern docks on the island, which were highlighted a green color, " Is the docklands where, while I had still owned Arcadia, was given to a group out of Port Neptune, they are a seafaring folk who are capable of increasing trade on the island. Lastly, this here," Mieux highlighted a small white square near the very southern tip of the island, "Is the building I intend to start my business. The hows and whats are a secret, for now. However, through a generous contribution of outdated Pre-War consoles and mainframes, I will in turn, allow the Enclave safehaven, as I had during my control over Arcadia. Now, I can also provide medicinal aid, and food as well. My main export? Power. Literally speaking. I'll be forcably routing all Arcadias power through my tower, in return, I'll sell it to Arcadia and New Manhattan for 5 caps per kilowatt hour, price adjusting to the current value of the cap of course. Anyway," Mieux said, looking up as he ejected the holotape and returned it to his coat pocket, "Any questions?"

[Yonah]

OOC: Alex, I'm assuming that you're at your bar, CAPone, if you're not, I'll edit.

Jordan Argero

Jordan stumbled into CAPone for the third time that week. he walked over to the bartender again, and was about to ask him the same question he had asked the last two times he was here, but the bartender sensed it.

"He's over in the corner, you can't miss him."

"About time... Thanks."

"Don't mention it. Just don't try anything near him."

"Wouldn't think of it." Jordan shuffled over to the club owner, his eyes downward.

"Hello, sir. I'm Jordan Argero, and I'm looking for a job. I've been an engineer all my life sir, so fixing things is my specialty. I know you might not need work, but I do, and it would be really helpful if..." His voice trailed off. He glanced up at the club owner, hope in his eyes for the first time in 10 years.

[Latino HeaT]

Lyn Grave

Lyn was about to respond to Frank's affection with some of her own, but then Frank stopped, seemingly consumed in thought. As he finished his business, her mind turned back to the matter she wanted to discuss.

"Frank, before I forget, there was something I needed to talk to you about." She waited for Frank to give her his attention before continuing. "You see, there is an intelligent deathclaw among my nest. He was one of the ones who were enslaved by the Beast Lords. So, he holds a grudge against the Beast Lords, and since I am the only one left, that grudge is held against me. I'm afraid that he might take over the nest, and lead a revolt against me, so to speak. He told me though that I could gain his respect by having my alpha male challenge him. And, he was referring to a human alpha male, specifically you." She stopped for a moment, allowing the words time to sink in. "Now, by challenge, it isn't anything serious. Just a wrestling match, first to fall to the ground loses. I already have a plan for how we could win this too." Lyn finished, finally, giving Frank a chance to respond.

[luis ortiz]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

Sitting back down on the chair, Frank was twaddling his thumbs in anticipation when Lyn spoke up. "Frank, before I forget, there was something I needed to talk to you about." she said.

The mayor shifted in his seat to face her. "Sure, anything baby." he answered, motioning with his hand for her to continue.

"You see, there is an intelligent deathclaw among my nest. He was one of the ones who were enslaved by the Beast Lords. So, he holds a grudge against the Beast Lords, and since I am the only one left, that grudge is held against me. I'm afraid that he might take over the nest, and lead a revolt against me, so to speak. He told me though that I could gain his respect by having my alpha male challenge him. And, he was referring to a human alpha male, specifically you."

Frank blinked for several seconds. Intelligent deathclaw. And you want me to challenge him? You've lost your mind, babes. he thought to himself as he stared at her with an expressionless face.

"Now, by challenge, it isn't anything serious. Just a wrestling match, first to fall to the ground loses. I already have a plan for how we could win this too." she added.

The mayor remained silent for several moments and turned the thought over in his mind. Wrestle a deathclaw to stop a revolt? Just an ordinary day in the life of Frank Vercelotti. he rolled his eyes.

"Alright, I'll do it." he answered finally, putting out his cigarette and getting to his feet in one smooth motion. "When and where?" he asked, unbuttoning his sleek pinstripe coat, taking it off, and placing it neatly on the seat he was sitting in just before. "But I better be rewarded for this." he winked to her. "What exactly is your plan?"

[Angela]

James Beneteau

After messing with a few leads shifting spare circuits James figures out the main problem

James the hell..... is this. He looks at a mole rat chewing on wires and the mole rat looks back he lifts his plasma rifle shoots the mole rat turning it into a pile of goo. Repairing the damage James flips the breakers again and finally you hear the turbines spin up and the reactor come online a spike of power fills the building lights coming on everywhere he continues on to repairing the second main reactor to even the power distribution.

"how did a mole rat get in here he mutters" just as James rounds a corner and realizes there is a side door that is open.

James well that would be where the mole rad got in. He reaches for the door and shuts it and continues to explore on in the facility looking for anything useful.

[Oceavision]

Sutler was sat with one knee folded over the other, "Well," he said finally. "Where does this power come from? As your primary source of income, don't you think that you are gambling your sucess on something you know little about? Something which you appear to be taking for granted as it were? However I would be most grateful for a safe haven for Enclave operations, indeed I think that I will take you up on that offer immediately, we have recently developed a new piece of kit which I want to see but through some field testing. In turn I shall re-offer my previous agreement from your old tower to you, Enclave support in security in return for the security and free passage of my people." He cleared his throat and stood up. "Now I have a meeting with a member of the Cabinet, you shall have to excuse."

Sutler picked up the receiver on his desk, "This is Sutler, would you kindly direct a trooper up here ASAP." Shorty there after there was a knock on the door and Sutler allowed the trooper entrance. Sutler offered Mieux his hand, he had purposefully with held citizenship... for now. "Well Mieux, we shall be in radio communications soon enough, I'll be seeing you shortly. Sergeant Armstrong here will take you back to the Vertibird if you have no further business here. Be seeing you."

Sutler motioned the Armstrong to escort Mieux out of the office whilst Sutler picked up the receiver again, "Yes Mr Hamilton? President Sutler here, you may come to my office whenever you are ready. Be seeing you."

[Holli Dillon]

OOC: Which character? If it's Hamilton Sutler's scheduled to meet, then you're going to have to call me; Hamilton would not dare take the chance of disturbing the President, even if this is a democracy.

[Mashystar]

Enantiodromia. Bah, child’s play. Hamilton filled the remaining spaces on his crossword, a smirk across his face. The majority of his free time consisted of completing the puzzles stored on the Enclave’s terminal’s Archives, many of which Hamilton had created himself. Pouring a glass of scotch, he whirled round to face the ornate bookcase courtesy of Vault 109. In fact, many of the furniture decorating Hamilton’s office had been acquired from the Vault, including the leather chair and large wooden bureau.

Hamilton flicked through the top shelf – the remaining ledges below being home to an assortment of texts, from pre-war novels to writings on political philosophy – before stopping his finger on a green lever-arch file entitled ‘The Project’ in rather scrawled handwriting. Tentatively, Hamilton removed the file from its position, careful not to disrupt the order. He flicked through the sheets, licking his index finger before touching each page, looking over them briefly until he reached the end. Sighing, he slotted the folder back into its place and began to saunter about his apartment, swivelling the glass of scotch.

The plan… it’s full proof, utterly unassailable, yet little progress is made. Every step along the way planned with the utmost diligence, though the path is halted. Perhaps it’s Adams, that asinine warmonger. He preaches daily as to how we must be ‘audacious in our journey to greatness’, though all I see him presenting is an obstacle. Of all the Enclave’s citizens, he’s the most timorous of the lot. What’s this ridiculous ‘United Wasteland’ he proposes in Cabinet conferences? Tomfoolery. At least the President’s rather resistant of the daily dose of nonsense he has to hear spouting out of Adams’ mouth.

Shaking off his thoughts, Hamilton downed the scotch. Deep down in the depths of his heart, he had an undying respect for Adams’ passion, though failed to comprehend how his ideas could possibly work on a practical basis. Before Hamilton could fall into another train of thought, his receiver rang. Thank you… He snatched the handset eagerly and placed it tight to his ear, hoping for the call to be a reply from Sutler.

“Yes Mr Hamilton? President Sutler here, you may come to my office whenever you are ready. Be seeing you."

“Of course, Mr. President. I shall not keep you waiting,” Hamilton replied, a strong elegance in his voice, which was most contrasting to his more typical condescending tone. He made sure his register reflected the respect he truly held for President Sutler – a man who, in Hamilton’s eyes, had endured much suffering as of late, though had the strength to fight on for his country to his last breath.

Hamilton took a quick glance at himself in the mirror. No, this just won’t do. With rapid movements, he smoothed his hair, adjusted his Windsor knotted-tie, and straightened his suit. Content, Hamilton nodded and paced off out of his office and through the network of tunnels, vigour in his step. He and several soldiers crossed path, though neither paid much heed to each other. It was no secret that, aside from his parents and a couple of cabinet members (possibly including Sutler), Hamilton was regarded as a feeble man possessing not a modicum of virility, and as a result, he received little respect even from the most junior of citizens. Although he remained bitter, Hamilton had learnt long ago to grit his teeth and find self-assurance in the fact that they, no matter how many men they may kill over the course of the career, will never be as instrumental to the revival as America as he.

Ever approaching closer to Sutler’s office, Hamilton caught sight of a suited gentleman being escorted towards the Hanger. He cocked his head and thought for a bit, though nothing sprang to mind. Shrugging it off, Hamilton pushed the button beside the dominating blast doors.

“Mr. President, it’s Secretary Hugo Hamilton. Am I permitted to enter?” Hamilton asked, careful not to fumble on his words. He began to perspire slightly; not often had he had the pleasure to tête-à-tête with the President, and he intended for the appointment to run as smoothly as could be.

OOC: Eh, I guess these formalities are becoming a little tiresome, though I feel obligated to act so. And apologies for the wait, but I've been bombarded with essays this week.

[Honey Suckle]

Lyn Grave

"Well, since I am pretty sure you couldn't overpower a deathclaw alone, my idea is to have you wear power armor for the match. Getting that power armor, though, is another story." Lyn stated.

[Jessica White]

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

"Well, since I am pretty sure you couldn't overpower a deathclaw alone, my idea is to have you wear power armor for the match. Getting that power armor, though, is another story." Lyn replied to Frank as he was rolling up his sleeves.

"Baby, I've never worn armor in my life. I'm not about to start today." he said. "Where's your deathclaw? I'll show him just how alpha I really am." he snickered. His plan was simple. He was fast, and had no shortage of stamina, so he would simply tire the deathclaw out until it can barely stand, then push it over onto the ground.

"Tony, get a crowd gathered out front, tell them it's going to be the best wresting match they're ever going to see." The Mayor ordered.

"Yes, sir." was the answer as Tony dutifully left the office. Everyone knew how Frank loved to put on a show, they would surely come to see what was happening. Deathclaw versus Mayor of New Manhattan. This is going to be spectacular. he smiled to himself.

Holding his hand out to Lyn he cocked his head towards the door. "Come on, you want me to do this or not?"

[Julia Schwalbe]

Mieux gave a smirk, "200 years has given me a lot of time to divulge my yearning for knowledge. The power will be routed from the old New York City grid, and the four power plants that we got working again back when I ran Arcadia, with this disk, I can reverse the equally distributed power lock. In order to keep things nice and cheery, Arcadia will be given just enough juice for one days time, and Scalatti will have to decide what he'll do. If he refuses, Arcadia will make alot of enemies. Mieux Tower's reactor can only power so many systems, which is to say, the tower and surrounding two blocks, however, now that it is over twenty city blocks wide, it's consumption demands are surprisingly high, mainly do to the casinos that have built their own neon lights. That said, I intend to win, I've rigged the dice in my favor, and all the final bets are in place. At this point, it's all or nothing." Mieux was interupted by Sutler saying he had a meeting with a cabinet member, and would escort Mieux off the property. In an over exagerated look of hurt, Mieux frowned, "I sure hope this flight will be first class." Sutler didnt seem to get it, or maybe he just didnt find it funny. Mieux turned and left, as he was being escorted down the hall, he said in a loud snobby drawl complaints about how the interior design was so drab, like a cemetery. He couldnt help make these childish jokes, the thought of Sutler slamming his face into his palm in annoyance was an amusing thought, not that Mieux would ever admit to doing it.

[Siobhan Wallis-McRobert]

James Beneteau

James "a lot of this stuff is way over my head but i cant just leave it" he thinks wile he sifts through the Data. He finds information on some store rooms and a main super computer. He decided to leave from his current position to take a look at that and maybe he would find more useful supply and data there

[Life long Observer]

Sutler was facing away from the door, smoking casually, mulling on old glories as he so often did during these troubled times; the bottle of scotch on his desk was already half empty and the night was still young. Secretary Hamilton was on his way to discus something rather important partaining to the future of the Enclave; Sutler liked Hamilton, he had always had a keen eye for professionalism and diligence, to the detriment of personality more than often, and Hamilton had that in ample quantities. He was however, in layman's terms, a kiss-ass, or at least could seem to be, which Sutler didn't like; Sutler didn't do personal favours, he was fully objective when it came to most matters and Hamilton at least backed up his submissive nature amongst superiors with a fair amount of effort and obvious dedication to the cause. He had also been known to snub and often condescend to citizens of the lower castes which Sutler felt upset the social harmony and unity which he was hoping to recreate from the "glory days" of Enclave society; but then again, Sutler had always thought, he is a subbstantially less a threat to social stability than Adams who, openly has publically critiqued and ridiculed the Project and me; at least Hamilton is backed by merit.

“Mr. President, it’s Secretary Hugo Hamilton. Am I permitted to enter?”

Sutler lazily reached for the system control on his desk, "Please do Secretary please do."

Sutler didn't bother turning round but instead reached for his scotch and took a drag on his cigar, the fumes of which spiralled slowly above him; such was Sutler when Hamilton entered his office.

[Haley Merkley]

OOC: For the music in the post, pretend that the crowd isn't that large as in the video. Its played in a crowded casino on a small stage in the middle.

Alexander Scalatti

The messenger handed Alex the letter. After he read it, Alex hastily wrote a letter on some scrap paper.

Frank, I would love to meet you about LF. Just tell me the time and I'll go to your place. All times are free except for anything between 10 PM and 5 AM, I sleep at around those times, but if necessary, I can sleep later.

After the messenger left, a four man band began to play http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbUklDXdH2o

After the messenger left with the new letter, a new fellow walked over to the table.

"Hello, sir. I'm Jordan Argero, and I'm looking for a job. I've been an engineer all my life sir, so fixing things is my specialty. I know you might not need work, but I do, and it would be really helpful if..." His voice trailed off. He glanced up at the club owner, hope in his eyes for the first time in 10 years.

Alex took a sip of his glass. John and Ann kept talking to each other.

"Well an engineer huh? Those are in very short supply, and I pay mine top dollar. If you can work for under, 600 caps a day, you're hired."

[Marine Arrègle]

Jordan Argero

"600 caps?" Jordan had never even seen 600 caps. "When can I start?"

[Sasha Brown]

Alexander Scalatti

The man seemed surprised at the 600 cap possibility. "You seem, surprised about the cap amount. In the casino world, we through that money easily, almost all of the time."

Alex handed the man a contract.

CAPone Casino Contract


By signing this contract, you agree to these points, and you will be hunted down and killed if you do not comply.

1. You will not steal from CAPone or any patron. This offence is punishable by death.

2. You will not disobey any superior unless the task is uncompleatable. Talk to Alex is this is the case of your task. If you disobey however, your contract will be terminated.

3. You will only do tasks that fall under your job. If a superior asks you to fetch a Nuka Cola, and you are a Bouncer, you can refuse to do the job. Report any mistreatments to any superior.

4. Superiors are as follows. Talk to these people if there are any issues.

1. Vladimir Sarvev, Casino Manager.

2. Alexander Scalatti, owner.

3. Ann Scalatti, Wife of Owner.

4. James Hamilton, Head of Security.

5. Paul Bunyon, Head Cook.

6. Fredrick Stone, Facilities Manager.

Signage of this contract obliges you to follow the terms. You may terminate at any time if you wish.

[Milagros Osorio]

Joey Gallo:

Joey came back up, and went to his house next to the Casino, he opened a bottle of Vodka and started drinking. He then went over to the intercom.

"CHARL-" he didn't finish calling his assistant, Charlie arrived at the door

"Sir, what is it?" Charlie asked

"Send a message to Alex Scalatti. Let me write it down." Joey pulled out a paper and pen and started writing

Dear Mr. Scalatti,

I do believe we should meet again, at better times, maybe...tomorrow? Yes Yes! Tomorrow, at Noon. At your tower, I will bring the papers, that document was very little from the main focus.

Coordinately,

Joey Gallo

[Nick Pryce]

Jordan Argero

Jordan took the contract from the club owners outstretched hand.

CAPone Casino Contract


By signing this contract, you agree to these points, and you will be hunted down and killed if you do not comply.

1. You will not steal from CAPone or any patron. This offence is punishable by death.

2. You will not disobey any superior unless the task is uncompleatable. Talk to Alex is this is the case of your task. If you disobey however, your contract will be terminated.

3. You will only do tasks that fall under your job. If a superior asks you to fetch a Nuka Cola, and you are a Bouncer, you can refuse to do the job. Report any mistreatments to any superior.

4. Superiors are as follows. Talk to these people if there are any issues.

1. Vladimir Sarvev, Casino Manager.

2. Alexander Scalatti, owner.

3. Ann Scalatti, Wife of Owner.

4. James Hamilton, Head of Security.

5. Paul Bunyon, Head Cook.

6. Fredrick Stone, Facilities Manager.

Signage of this contract obliges you to follow the terms. You may terminate at any time if you wish.

Jordan signed eagerly.
"When can I start?"

[Amy Smith]

Lyn Grave

"If you really think you can do this alone..." Lyn trailed off, not wanting to think about what could happen if he lost. She followed his lead nonetheless, and ordered the deathclaw to make it's way to New Manhattan.

[aisha jamil]

Gallo Messenger:

The Messenger ran to Alex's tower, he got pasted the guard by saying it was important business with Alex. The messenger slipped the letter under the Scaletti's door.

[Bryanna Vacchiano]

OOC: I'll post eventually, but atm, since I'm not in any real urgent need from anyone, I'll be lurking till I feel the need to post to keep my character presence alive, or if someone needs me in a part of the up coming plot points, whichever comes first.

[Beth Belcher]

OOC: Ramendia, get the deathclaw to come over to the city for the fight. They're gonna square off in front of the Mayoral Office. I'll control the fight, but don't worry, I'll make sure it's nice and balanced.

[Lory Da Costa]

Liam "Starrk" Conners - Port Neptune - Pauper's Drop

Liam followed the conspirator up to his apartment building where the man stopped to converse with an obese balding man sitting in a lawn chair with a double-barrel shotgun in his lap, a cat's paw magazine on his chest, and a bottle of moonshine at his feet.

"Hey, Arnie I need a couple more days for the rent."

Looking over at the man Arnie sneered. "I've given you an extra week already. Normally your ass would already be on the street but because your usually a good tenet I'll give you an extra week. However since I've had to be so patient I want an extra ten caps.", Arnie said greedily.

"Fine.", the marks said as he walked into the door-less complex.

Slowly walking up Liam hopes to avoid Arnie but as soon as he gets close the sound of the shotgun being pumped stops him in his tracks.

"You ain't one of my tenets. What's your business here?", Arnie asks.

Turning to the fat man Liam pulls his jacket flap away from his neck revealing his Black Sun tattoo. The man goes pale and drops the shotgun on the ground.

"S-S-Sorry I-"

"If your sorry Arnie you'll tell me what room that guy lives in.", Liam threatens as a sinister smile spreads across his face.

"Y-Yeah no problem I don't want to get in the way of official Sun business. He lives in 3F.", Arnie stammers.

Shooting a look at Arnie the large man goes tumbling from his lawn chair. With a laugh Liam heads into the rundown complex. Upon entering a pair of large rad-roaches run past Liam much to his annoyance. Finding the stairs fairly easily he climbs the ruined steps to the third floor and begins looking at the apartment numbers until he stops at 3F his intended destination. Banging on the door furiously Liam imitates the voice of Arnie.

"Get out here we gotta discuss the rent.", Liam hollers hoping the fool would take the bait.

"Aw, you fat [censored]. You promised me another week already.", the voice replies as the deadbolt is pulled and the door swings open.

Liam immediately cocks back punching the man in the face sending him sprawling back into his apartment. Falling into a table the man grabs at his face in pain screaming profanities. Not allowing his adversary to recover Liam kicks him in the face sending the stunned individual onto the filthy carpet. Continuing his assault Liam repeatedly kicks the man in the ribs until he is silent. Leaning down Liam presses his fingers on the man's throat.

"Good he's not dead. Moffet will be able to get some useful information out of this one.", Liam snickers.

Producing the walkie-talkie clipped to his pants Liam activates the contraption. "This is Conners I have a person of interest that needs to be brought to Dr.Moffet. My current coordinates are Pauper's Drop the Mighty Arm Tenements. What's your ETA?"

"It'll take at least twenty to get a vehicle out your way.", the voice responds.

"That's fine.", Liam replies taking a seat on the unconscious man's couch.