Ian calms down and holsters his gun, and says,

Ian: My name's Ian, Vault 99 Dweller, Doctor of Science and licensed medical doctor. More precisely, I specialise in electronics and medicine. I make computer programs, design new hardware and software, and do all that surgeon-doctor stuff, like operations and wound treatment.

Icarus can also see Ian's face without his goggles now. Ian has blue-black, pearly hair with a little stubble on the chin. He looks like a man in his middle 30s, and has slate grey eyes with an ultramarine inner ring.

Ian: Also, I've never seen a ghoul, so I'm curious as to see how they look.

(OOC: Thought it would be a nice time to describe my character a bit more. FYI, being a D.Sc and medical doctor isn't very uber. }

Abram looks up from the fire and sees two figures out on the horizon.
Abram: What the-

Abram gets up from the stump and heads over to the two figures. When he gets closer he sees Ian talking to a stranger.
Abram: Oh my God. Not again...

He heads over to them.

Abram: Ian wait..calm down. I could here you guys all the way from camp. Don't do anything irrational. And, who are you?

Ian turns to face Abram.

Ian: Hey Abram. How's it going? Let me introduce you to another wastelander. Ikkie, meet Abram. Abram, meet Ikkie.

Ian turn to face Icarus again, and says,

Ian: If you're busy, don't let me keep you waiting. And here's a farewell gift.

Ian hands Icarus some bottle caps from his pocket.

Ian: The leftovers from the cola. Apparently it's money.

Jameson suddenly wakes up

Jameson: uhhh, i had an amazing drea-

Jameson suddenly see's the new arrival

Jameson: You have got to be kidding my ass off!, isn't this suppose to be a wasteland? like, you know where tons of people are dead?.

Jameson calms down after lighting his cigarette

Jameson: Sorry, im just real jumpy at the moment, nice to meet you im Jameson, and you are?

{so how are we gonna call the two stupid city?s then?^^ anyway, I think we should split up soon. It?s getting crowded}

Icarus takes the bottle caps with a suspicious look on his face. He pockets them away and looks back over.

Icarus: You lot are as clean as a whistle. Can't expect much from someone stuck in a whole in a hole for a generation or so,though.

Icarus darts his eyes over to Jameson

Icarus: Guessin' your a Vaulter too. There are probably more people in the Wasteland, than that in your rabbit hole, kiddo.

Icarus crosses his arms

Icarus: Hell, I can't leave you Fish-outta-water's outta water, ever heard of Hunter's Guard?

(Attempt at making a town name that isn't too goofy.)

Ian: Nope. and technically, our vault has been in space the past 200ish years. So we're still humans, but we're completely estranged to Earth.

Ian takes a gulp from his mineral water bottle.

{OOC: Good name. Also, I'm seeing that a lot of "guests" are signing up just to rp here. Lookin good!}

Abram looks at Ikkie.

Abram: So whats the history behind Hunter's Guard? And where is this minefield you were talking about? Point me in the direction of it so I know not to go there.

Abram looks at the ground then looks back up at Ikkie.

Abram: Hmmm... Actually, I might be able to pick up a couple of those mines and we could use them to secure our new camp. Well, whenever we make a new one.

Ryan is listening to the people talking. He looks around and sees a Vault dweller drinking water.

Ryan: Water! Fresh, clear, purified water. How much of that do you have!?

Ian: About 2 bottles per person, and once the Vault clears up, unlimited supplies. Why?

Ian takes another sip from his bottle.

Ryan: Unlimited supplies?

Ryan?s mouth stays a little bit open for two seconds.

Ryan: I thought you learned about us and the situation in your spaceship? Is it possible for you to give me... a bottle? I have caps.

Jason has been listening to the converstaion as well. He grabs Ian by the arm to pull him to the side.

Jason: Scuse us of a minute.

Jason whispers to Ian so the others can't hear.

Jason: What the hell do you think you're doing? You don't go and talk about rations to these people, have you seen how the look? It's like they havent eaten in weeks, by the looks of this place I don't imagine much food or clean water can be found, you go on telling them about this stuff, and who knows what they'll do. Do you know them that well that you are sure they won't just steal our food and water? Or worse just kill us to have it all? Watch what you say.

Jason lets go and turns around to the others.

Jason: So how far is Hunter's Guard? and which way? I need to mark it on my Pipboy.

Ian grabs Jason by the collar and drags hin downhill, where nobody can hear or see them. Ian seems very annoyed.

Ian: Do you think I don't know what I'm doing? You know that little "gift" I gave that other wastelander? You really don't think I was being generous, right? I wanted to keep this a secret, but I'd rather show you than look like an idiot.

Ian shows Jason his Pipboy, which has a blinking dot heading i the same direction Blide was heading to.

Ian: The "gift" is a tracker. Unremovable, undetectable, and the only thing that can screw it is either me or a nuke directly applied to the wrist. Better yet, only I can take it off that guy. The "health bar" is just a bonus. Now that isn't even close to what else I put in there. Now, I'm off to schmooze the wastelanders.

Ian run back uphill, to Ryan.

Ian: Sorry, Ryan. We don't have that many. But here, maybe I can compensate.

Ian whips out a small bottle containing juice, with fruit-like particles in it. The particles are of varying size, from a speck of sand to the size of the nail of a person's pinkie.

Ian: Here, drink it. Don't worry, it's not contaminated or anything. Pure apple juice, unlike the crappy stuff you probably find in the wasteland.

Ryan takes a tiny sip at first. Then he drinks the rest of it in one shot.

Ryan: This is unbelievable. All I got to drink was either water or coke. I didn?t even know what a real apple tastes like. Thanks man, whant some of my whiskey?

Ryan takes the bottle whiskey out of his pocket and offers it to Ian.

Jameson: Oh come on..

Jameson walks over to Ian

Jameson: Sir, since we got a new person here, any new plans on who is going off to look for supplies and a new area to live in? i know Ryan and i are but i am really eager to go sir.

Jameson whistle's to Ryan

Jameson: Hey! are you still coming?

Ryan smiles

Ryan: Sure man, let?s head to Hunters Guard. You good on ammo?

Ian accepts it, and empties some of it into a small metal hip flask, for future storage, and give the now half-empty bottle back to Ryan.

Ian: Ryan, there might be a tiny problem. Since your boty is so messed up by the radiation, crappy food and drink, you might feel a small stomach ache from the apple juice, because of the sudden change from crap to grade A ecological. Or you may not, since your body must have developed a hardiness from the crap. And to your other question, I have about 10 bullets in my gun, and another 12 from a spare clip.

Ian turns around to face Jameson.

Ian: Hey Jason, could you stay behind and guard the citizens? Jameson, Ryan and I'll go off to Hunters Guard!

Ryan: It?ll be quite a long way to the city. I have a loaded rifle plus two clips, makes 15 bullets for the rifle. For my magnum I think I have six bullets next to the loaded gun. If we stick together and don?t run into a mutant settlement, we should be fine.

Ian: Okay. What if we run into any baddies? I'll need something better than a trench c-wait a minute.

Ian takes a piece of roughly square-shaped metal with four small holes and bends it with his knee and straps it on with his belt and his sleeping bag string to make a makeshift cuirass for his chest, and wars it under his many-pocketed leather trench coat.

Ian: Ready to go. Lead on, Ikkie.

Icarus seems awfully confused, especially about the comment of 'Leading On'

Icarus takes a glance away from the camp, and then back

Icarus: I hope you don't expect *me* to lead all of you through the Wastes.. This sounds like a job, and jobs usually involve pay. And the Minefield is classified information, actually. The more people who don't know about it, the better.

Ryan: I actually never had the pleasure to walk into a minefield and I don?t think that we will, as long as we follow the street over there.

Ryan points at the street, about 500 metres from the Vault.

Ryan: The thing I wanna say is.. I don?t give you my caps.

Jameson checks his weapons

Jameson: i got a Combat Shotgun and about 30 shotgun shell's and a 32 pistol with only a few bullets left, but im sure ready let's go Ryan and Ian, lead on.

Ryan: Hm, there is just one thing to discuss. Either we head to the street and follow it until we reach the city or take the way through the dessert. If we walk on the street, chances are higher to meet some Raiders. If we don?t take the street than chances are higher that we might stumble into some mines. You decide.

Icarus chuckles to himself slightly and looks to the road.

Icarus: Boy, you don't *think* you'll cross a minefield. Why do you think they call it Hunter's Guard anyway? There are bunches and bunches of Hunter-types in that city. Bounty Hunters, Assassins, Outdoorsmen, hobbyists.. People who may as well *use* mines.. And well, The Minefields that get you are the ones you don't know about.

Icarus fits his large goggles back over his face and scratches his nose

Icarus: All I'm sayin', Is I'd rather not have to pick up your pieces a day or so from now on. I'm pretty positive there are at least 4 clusters of minefields between here, and the Guard. [Lie]

Ian: Umm, let me point out the painfully obvious. Mines are hardware and have electronics in them. I specialise in electronics. Disrupting some mines are a piece of cake. If Ryan and Icarus spot the mines, I'll disarm them. So we STILL go. Icarus, I have no bottlecaps, but I can give you some useful gadgets. Besides the gun, I also have useful weapons I invented. You honestlly don't think I walk that slow because I'm unathletic, right? My trenchcoat is a helluva load.