River grinned "agreed, we don't really have a table so I think five card draw would be best." River then proceeded to shuffle the deck in several bridges before handing it to the man, "cut?" River looked around " Oh and anyone else want in?"

"Well, Travis, maybe you'll learn from watching us. Then you could play the winner of this match, like a tournament of sorts."

"I didn't call anyone a bigot, I'm saying you guys are just asses. She flips me off and I get yelled at? I didn't even insult her and she waves her finer around at me and you expect me to just sit there? You've got some learning to do." Travis was getting tired of all this nonsense. It seemed he wouldn't last long with these guys if something didn't happen.

perhaps you can learn some patience that way, damned ghoul "yes that sounds like an excellent idea." River replied "poker is something everyone needs to know somewhere along the line."

"I'll have the ferals take off your hands". "That is'nt insulting in any way to you? Threatening to sick your ferals on all us "smoothskins". Look, I don't have any problem with you because you're a ghoul. It makes no difference, a few thousand rads here and there,I know I can't speak for these others, for I do not know them personally, but if anyone threatens to sick ferals on me, i'm going to talk, and if that doesn't work, smack, and if THAT doesn't work ill kill, some sense into them. Understand? I don't want anyone in this squad to be at eachother's throats, when we need to be at the muties throats, 24/7. We can't be on two throats at once very easily, can we?" "Now river, who deals?"

John got up and sat in the pilot's seat, first time he had sat in a vertibird, never mind at the controls. John scanned the controls, seems who ever flew this thing last liked to keep things numbered in order of what to do. Trying to figure this out was going to be more enjoyful to John then playing poker, he liked working with this sort of thing, from radios to robots, it's what kept him sane when he was younger.

John let out a sigh, "Dam ghoul," John muttered, "Someone is going to get hurt." John went back to getting to know the controls, give him some time and he hoped to be able to get this thing of the ground.

Travis laughed to himself. "What? Can't take a joke? I sware if I spend another minute with the ferals I'll shoot myself in the God damned head."

"I'm sorry for the outburst, but I don't think there is a wastelander alive that takes kindly to jokes about feral attacks." "And John, I found an old Vertibird Operation manual near a bombed out Enclave base. Here you go." Mikhail throws the manual to the pilot.

Erin watched as another man took the controls so the would be pilot could play some poker. She didn't know if she should uneasy or not. She smiled a little, hearing what the man muttered.

She handed the headset to the man looking over the controls and said, "I'm Erin, what's your name?"

((Heads up, John hasn't told anyone his name, so you wouldn't know it.))

John grabbed the manuel, it was heavy and falling apart, he just need the basics, stuff about weapon systems and the best way to pilot were not need. He flipped through it. Whilst reading it John pressed a few swtiches, the aircraft made a humming noise to show it was working, "Now lets see," John muttered to himself, he started to read through the next page to see if anything was need before getting the bird could fly.

John took the headset, "Enfield," John replied, not telling her his first name, he prefered to keep that part of his name tohimself.

Travis laughed a bit more. "Maybe you guys don't like the jokes, but back in Underworld nobody takes it harshly. Come on, that was pretty funny." Travis svcked on the cigarette he had. "Hot damn I'm hungry.. Anybody have any food?"

((OOC: This RP is flying on))

"No ,only sort of food or drink i have is vodka, if you've got a shot glass you're welcome to some. If more people are hungry we could go right back below decks nad get some food from the resturant on the Upper Level." "Ferals may be funny to ghouls, but ferals don't take kindly to humans, and in return we don't take kindly to them."

Travis sighed. "Alright then. I'm gonna go grab some food real quick while the pilots figure this thing out. Anyone wanna come?"

"Yeah, what's everyone want if anything? Just tell me and gimme the caps for it. I'll get everyone's food."

"Uhm.. Get me some salisbury steak, shishkebab.. And a Nuka-Cola." Travis told. "This should cover it." Travis said as he handed thirty-eight caps.

River pulled ten caps out of his sleeve "Two squirrel on a stick if ya can."

John went along, flipping swtiches, and pressing buttons. He pressed one button and the aircraft made a not so healthy sound, John quickly pressed it again and was relived when he heard the engine just humming again. john pointed to a swtich on Erin's side and told her to flip it, John carried on working with his side as he went about his side.

"Alright, Steak ,Kebab, Cola, and 2 Sticks of squirrel, got it." Mikhail leaves the vertibird and walks down to the upper level. He waks up to the counter and says, "I need a salisbury steak, 2 squirrels on a stick, a 2 nuka colas, some iguana bits and a shishkebab, feeding a group." The woman at the counter says, "Alright then, have a nice day." She hands me the food when it's done and I walk back to the vertibird. "Alright guys, Travis here's your meal, and River heres your squirrel. this is some of the best looking iguana bits i've ever seen. He takes a bite. and some of the best tasting.
"We ready to head out now?"

Mel looked around the Vertibird. He was looking for any saftey mechanisms in case they crashed.

"Theres only 5 parachutes." Mel said outloud, to no one in particular.

"Hopefully they're wrapping things up. Didn't Mel say something about a Vault?" Travis said before eating.

"Yeah, said the kids were either in Vault 112 or Vault 87. I would think it's vault 87, *swallows* just 'cause there are so damn many muties there. So there's gotta be FEV." "What's that, only five chutes, if this thing goes down some of us will have to tandem jump, ok?"

Travis sighed. "Super Mutants. Those bastards are the last thing I need. Let's hope it's not 87."

John muttered something under his breath about no one caring if the ghoul didn't have one. John came to a tense moment, he pushed the button to turn the motors on and to get the propellers spinning. John gave out a sigh of relief when the motors came on and turned cleaning. "The vertibird is operation," John told the others, "I could get this in the air, just need a destanation, or shall we just fly west and fly around happily hoping for a clue?"

"It's up to mel where we go, I guess he the leader." "Man, that returant has damn good food, much better than the prepackaged crap out in the wasteland."

"Thanks" River tore the leg off his first squirrel "so still interested in that poker match?" River asked slowly