OCC: im canadian... lol time is between you yanks and we [censored] lol so as im correct (and i hope i am) where im at the time is between the UK and southern U.S. time...

OOC; ha im in the UK too so i post in diffrent timframes too i thought i was the only brit here anyway i shal post some more later i have things to do right now was just checking in on things

OOC: Im in the UK but I post when ever im awake... 11AM - 4AM

OOC: I'm from UK too so I usually check the posts in the morning 8:00 am and when I get home from school 4:00pm. Oh and I'm going to read every post people write now, at first I only read important parts of the posts or only certain posts. Lets all try do the same so we aren't ignoring people, and I know I complained about being ignored before by you Sannes. Apologies for not reading your post properly.

I thought long and hard about what Jansen said, he told me to sober up and get a life again. Sure a life would be great, but in the Wasteland? There's nothing to do at Megaton, there's no adventure, no hills to run. Also many enemies have guns, I did have a gun but I had never fired it! I'm hopeless! All I was good at was hand to hand fighting and running, not very helpful in a world like this. If Jansen was serious about staying here after the Vault dudes got the chip, then maybe we could train. I could teach him how to fight unarmed and he could teach me how to shoot. But wishes never get granted nowadays, it's luck now.

In the morning it was a beautiful sunrise, with the cool breeze which was good to wake up too. That night I had just slept at the bar, drunk out of my mind, pathetic. It was time for a change, even if it meant certain death, there was a life better than this and if I couldn't change the life I had then maybe the afterlife would be better.

Such sad thoughts Iain, you want a change? Then change now.

Yes. It was time.

The Vault people had went to Moriarty's bar, so I jogged up the hill to get there. When I arrived I opened the door and saw a man lying on the bar table, obviously was as drunk as me last night. Gob was behind the bar, cleaning the glasses as usual.

"Oi Gob, any chance where I can find Jansen and Lydia or wherever they Vault dwellers are?"
Gob looked uneasy, "You'd better leave Iain, Moriarty is extremely annoyed, you know how much he hates you."
"What? Just because I have a better story than him? Just tell me Gob."
Gob pointed towards the stairs and said, "In one of the rooms, just leave quickly"

I briskly walked up the stairs and chose the room on the left, I peeked through the door and saw Lydia sleeping, Jansen was awake looking out the window. I opened the door awkwardly with and uneasy smile on my face.
I spoke, "Uh hey Jansen, not a bad time is it? I just wanted to say thanks about what you said to me, you know... To get a life again. So if your ever in need of help or Wasteland advice I'm happy to help."

OOC: I would post but is it morning? everyone in megaton I'm guessing?

OOC: Iain, gob dosnt need to worry about moriarty anymore Zoey (me) owns the saloon just checking things again before i go to my crappy job for the next 5 and a half hours then i will post and Dom-bat im not sure i think we need to wait for Tehee and erandur to catch up unless, but i let you guys decide in the next 5 hours lol

OOC: Hehe, just make a intro

Michael strolled around Megaton, avoiding people in hopes of not having to talk. He had not yet approached the Vault dwellers although he was thinking about it. He was very shy, in stood in the way of a lot of thing through his life, family was all he had, when he lost that in an accident in the post-apocolyptic remains of London, he took a boat and fled to America. Each person has a story, and that is his.

He eventually sat down at the Brass lantern, he nodded at Jenny Stahl and threw her a couple of caps. In return he got a nuka-cola, He decided later on he would go to the saloon, if it was open.

OOC: Really sorry guys, I don't have time to check in the mornings and I'm usually busy after school so I can only post about 5 o'clock most nights, should be free this weekend though. And Iain, Jansen and Lydia didn't sleep together, they weren't even in the same room. @Dom-Bat, we're in Megaton and it's VERY early in the morning. I'm also gonna have to go back in time a bit now...

"here try these Jansen asked me to find you somthing else other than that vault suit of course your more than welcome to not use them if you want..." Zoey approached Lydia with a rough, awkwardly sewn outfit that looked like it had been made of dry skin. In her other hand was a dirty green dress with some sensible black shoes.
"I don-, uh... Is this from before the war?" Lydia took the dress and unfolded it, slowly bringing it to her chest. It was old -that's for sure- but it was the most beautiful thing Lydia had ever seen.
"You bet it is, we found it a while back in Springvale." Zoey took the leathery outfit and put it back before coming back to Lydia. "Hey your bunkin with me sorry no other rooms spare." She almost looked dissapointed, but Lydia didn't care. Zoey walked into the steps and Lydia noted which room she went in to before dissapearing in to the back room. She checked the room was empty and when nobody was looking, slipped off her Vault Suit. The air was cold, much colder than the air-conditioned, heated Vault. Her skin had goosebumps as she quickly put on the dress and looked at herself through a broken mirror. The mirror distorted her, it made her look like some kind of monster. Was this dress taken from a dead woman? Was it stolen? She almost vomited at the thought that someone had died in her clothes, but the thoughts quickly dissapeared from her mind when she remembered she was in the Wasteland now.

Lydia folded her Vault suit and took off her converses, replacing them with the shoes she'd been given. She put the suit and the converses in her bag and crept up to Zoey's room. It was a simple room, (As simple as a room could be in a building made out of scavenged planes) but it had a homey feel to it. Zoey was fast asleep in a bed in the corner, Lydia noticed one of her eyes were still open. Lydia slumped into the vacant bed and lay on her side, thinking about what had happened that day. She thought about the Radroach, and maric, and the blinding light. She'd thought about Zoey and the sickness she'd felt, she thought about Mister. Burke and wonderful Megaton. But most of all, she thought about Jansen.

(Wooh... Long post. ^_^)

OOC: Sorry guys, I had something come up. Also, listen to Sannes. You guys HAVE to wait for everyone else to post. BTW, I'm from USA guys. I'm just up later.

IC: Maric talked to Mandy for hours. She asked random, dumb questions about the Vault, but it was still nice to talk to someone. She was flirting with him, and he was returning it. They had crawled underneath the Church of Atom so they could talk privately. Again, they talked about the Vault, but with Maric asking questions too.

"So, is Megaton your hometown? Or did you come here." Maric asked.

"Born and raised here. Great place, once you get used to it. But that's enough questions. I'm gonna get to the point. I like you. You're charming, handsome, and funny as hell. Is it mutual?"

"You're damn right it's mutual." Maric said, laughing it off. But she didn't laugh. She started like she was gonna undress.

"Woah, woah. Don't you think it's a little fast? I mean, I'm up for it but...." he started to say, but what she did next stopped him. She pulled out a gun.


"Listen, you piece of crap. Give me everything you have, now!" she yelled, pointing her .32 in his face. Maric reached for his pistol, but it wasn't in his boot. He had put it on the nightstand.

"Nice try. Now give me your caps!"

"I don't have any caps!" he yelled.

"Bull! I know you're not from the Vault! Where did you find the suit?!?" she interrogated.

"No! We really opened it! I swear!"

"We'll see about that!" she said, grabbing him and binding his hands. She proceeded to Moriartiys.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm going to interrogate your friends. If they are in on the scam, they'll need you alive. They will tell me!" she finished, pulling him through the door.

"Anyone who is with this 'Maric' please come out here, or he dies!"

After seeing one of the vault dwellers dragged up the hill at gunpoint, Michael decided to follow. A few other wastelanders followed but soon broke off

He peered in into what was moriatiy's saloon, he heard here shout,

"Anyone who is with this 'Maric' please come out here, or he dies!"

Immedietely, he holstered his 44. and aimed it at the womans head,

"Drop him and the gun!" Michael barked

Jansens sunrise reverie was broken off abruptly as he heard a shout from ground level.

"Anyone who is with this 'Maric' please come out here, or he dies!" It was a womans voice, but harsh and coarse, so unlike Lydias sweet, shy demeanor or even Zoey's humourous, teasing tone.

Jansen loked out the window to see a woman holding a small revolver to marics head. He noticed that at this angle, the sun would keep her from seeing him right, so he quickly retyeved his UMP and balanced it against the windowsill.

The new Holographic sights made setting them up onto the womans head a breeze, then he noticed a man he had never seen before put a revolver to the back of the womans skull. Sighing, Jansen decided to hold his fire and see what would happen.

Rob dreamt away then he heard a shout which spooked him, he jumped up still on his stool looking around.
"Gob... i paid for this bottle of wine..." he studderd

"Anyone who is with this 'Maric' please come out here, or he dies!" It was a woman voice

he ran to the window and looked outside, he said "Damn, the woman has Maric hostage..." he thought to himself, he creeped around the back the door and sneaks over to the railing, he jumps down holding on and moves ever so silently towards where she was standing without cutting his hand on the metal, he used his hands to climb around the edges. he makes it behind to where she was standing, he pulls himself up and puts on leg over the rail and sets it down softly. he pulls out his peacekeeper revolver and sneaks up behind her, holding his gun to her head at gunpoint and hangover.

"Drop it you wasteland skank...." he says, he pulls back the switch, she throws Maric to the ground and throws her arm towards Robert to try and disarm him, she hits his hand and kicks his pistol away from him, and trys to give him a haymaker while he was disoriented, he blocks but she kicks him again and he falls down, he looks around in confusion and grabs his second revolver and shoots in the air.

"Freeze you [censored]!" he said then shoots again.

he walks towards her with her hands up. she does the same thing but Rob defends this time and holsters his revolver and grabs her arm pulls it to the back of her back, and ready to break her arm while pinning her towards the rail, the reverses it, but puts her handto Rob's throat and takes his revolver and aims at his head.

"Give me all your caps you Vault pretenders! or this man dies!" she yelled.
"Oh boy... you better do what she says looking at Maric..." he whimpered and starts to sweat of the nervousness of having his own gun pointed to his face.

It was about 6AM Zoey awoke to see Lydia asleep, walking downstairs a man was passed out

"excuse me what the [censored] are you doing in here?" the man clearly had no intention of waking up and it also looked like he'd stolen a bottle of wine. Zoey sighed and walked into the back to get some water from the fridge when there was shouting

"oh, its too bloody early for this"

"give me all your caps!!!" shouted some random woman as she held a gun to... Maric's head? Zoey went to go speak to her only to see the drunken man trying to fight the woman only to have his own gun pointed to his head, carrying on shouting Zoey had enough, as the woman turnd her back Zoey casually walked up behind her, heels clopping on the metal walkway grabed th woman's shoulder and spun her round for the strange woman to only see fist. flat out on the floor Zoey began to speak to th half concious woman

"Shut the hell up! its to godamn early to listen to you yap on about fake vault dwellers and caps and for you information they hav just opened the vault, i know because i was there! now get the hell out of here before i get lucas!" the strange woman staggered of still clearly in shock by the punch. Zoey normally didnt mind mornings but when somone was shouting like that it annoyed her to hell.

"Drinks in here people!" Zoey camly sat down ns crrid on drinking her purified water.

Rob looking at Zoey and picks up his revolvers and holsters them, he walks over to the woman lying on the ground and walks over and helps Maric up.
"Hey Thanks Zoey, and by the way, i payed for the wine, i left the caps in an ashtray" he said then walking back to his stool and wipes the drool off the counter to where he had his head.

"Gob your up at this time?" he asked
"You bet i am! what can i get you? the usual?" Gob asked
"Yeah... no waitm just get me a bottle of purified water" he asked, holding his head with slight hangover.

gob hands him his bottle and Rob gives him some caps and starts drinking the water, he walks back over to Zoey.

"Uhh... Thanks for saving my skin Zoey, apreciate it..." he said with a little studder.

Just as I finished speaking to Jansen a women's voice sounded out, "Anyone who is with this 'Maric' please come out here, or he dies!"
I sighed, the assassins, bounty hunters or whatever were really starting to annoy me. This was like the second assassin of the month, but they were never after me and I was not a Vault Dweller so I was safe. But it didn't mean that I didn't care for the others, Jansen had already aimed his gun outside the window, it was a strange gun, one I had never seen before. It looked cool though!

I walked downstairs slowly and went to where the lady was, a girl who was not dressed as a Vault Dweller punched the assassin women, she was nearly knocked out. The girl told the women to get out.

This annoyed me, we could have got answers from her, because she was asking for the Vault Dwellers. There may be another one. A lot of people were attracted when the Vault people came, which means some would think they had lots of money and cool weapons like Jansen.

The man Maric was still on the ground, I walked over to him and offered a hand. I could recall that man being drunk as well as me last night.
I gave a friendly smile and said, "Would you like a hand, brother?

OOC: Hey guys just a note, you might wanna read each others posts more closely.
Adam ignored Dom-Bats post and Iain ignored Adams.

Amber awoke to gun shots in the distance, the sounds of humming machineguns and rapid pistol shots didnt normally wake her but these two shots where distinct.
It meant it wasnt raiders, something much more sinister.
Getting her bearings, she realised it was from the scrap pile of 'Megaton'...

At this she just got into a comfy possition again and attempted to get back to sleep.

Michael dodged the falling body of the women as another women struck her with a punch to the face. He put his 44. away and lent back on the wall, so the women could get out.

"Good punch" Michael spoke softly

He looked around, seeing some other different people, someone aiming out of a window with a gun he's never seen before, a guy who seemed drunk and the scottish bloke he knows.

OOC:Yeah, I know, not much. Just some dialogue.

Seeing that the situation had resolved itself, Jnsen removed his UMP from the edge of the windowsill and switched it to SAFE, then made his way back down to the bar level, where the participants in the fight were gathered.

"Why the hell didnt you kill her? Or at least turned her in to the sheriff or whastever you have? You cant have people like that just running arounf in your town!" Jansen exclaimed. It was f***ed up world, this one was.

Michael glanced at Jansen and shrugged

"Everyone here is part of the community, got to stick together. If I shot her, I'd simply be shot myself. This town has some laws, unlike other places"

He then looked away, drew his pistol and checked the ammo. After that, he started cleaning his combat knife

OCC: Dom-bats character snuck up so i didnt see him though

ICC: After finishing his bottle of water Rob walks across to the other side of megaton to his house, he goes into his locked room and gives a listen to the holotape.
After a short listen he unlocks his inventory and goes to his safe, inside lies a silver revolver with a long barrol, a vest thats like bullet proof folded inside, his lucky bandanna and he ties it around his left arm, holsters his new revolver and takes his shirt off to put in his vest. he goes to his rifle lock-up and takes an MP4 assault rifle and puts it over his shoulder. he goes for his satchell and starts putting water, caps, food and ammo in it, he he goes for his scarf and his shaded goggles, he wraps the scarf around his neck and puts his goggles on his forehead and grabs a blank holotape.

"Hello, you know me as Robert Miller, if you are in possesion of this holotape then i ask you to come to my house above the brass lantern, i offer food, caps, water or anything to one who will help me. come alone if neccasary! Fixer... Jericho come here" then he stops recording.

"Hey what do you need?" Jericho says.
"Go give this to Maric and Jansen, or just Maric..." he says, "Why?" Jericho asks.
"Just do it ok!" Rob barks

He then goes back to his work bench, to attach a flash light to his rilfe...

Larry saw the entire thing go down, from that vault dweller getting captured by some robber to some girl knocking out that robber. that must be Zoey he thought, good now I know what she looks like. He had his gun pointed at the robber that whole time, but he didn't want to have to waste ammo unless he had to.

Zoey yelled out, "Drinks in here people!"

he knew the conflict had ended and some put away his guns picked up his poison and started walking to the saloon. As he walked in he quickly saw Zoey and walked up to her.

"Hello there, let me buy you a drink,"

"its ok drunken guy who was passed out in my bar, no one shouts like that in my bar that early does my head in" Zoey retrieved the caps from the ash tray and turned back to him

"oh and please dont break into my place again, thanks" Sitting down she continued to drink some water

"Hello there let me buy you a drink" a strange man just appearedinfront of her

"No thanks, dont need one to be brought for me i own the place thanks anyway" walking away zoey then retrieved her two weapons from the bedroom, the MP5 was fine but the R700 still needed a little bit of zeroing in. After taking another drink she fiddled with the scope's adjustors and looked down the scope, it looked alright but she'd have to go out and take pot shots at mole rats to zero it completley

"Jansen, if you need me i'll be about one hundrd meter's from town out the main gate, im just sorting my rifle out wont be too long though" She called p the stairs to Jansen and with that Zoey took another bottle of water and walked out of town found a nice spot and waited for the mole rats.

"No thanks, dont need one to be brought for me i own the place thanks anyway" his target said.

Damn! She started walking out of the saloon with two guns. Great now she has her guns could this get any worse. He waited about a minute and went out after her. He saw her walking out of town, so he followed. He walked about 100 meters and found her shooting at mole rats, he walked behind her.

"Hey remember me. it's not nice to just walk out on someone when they're trying to talk to you."

Michael sat observing everbody. He'd never take time to get to know someone or what they look like. He saw a man walk up to the women who had just beaten up that piece of s***.

He couldn't here clearly what was beeing said between the two. She walked off and picked up to weapons and then stepped out of the saloon. The man soon followed after a minute.

Michael simply put it out of his mind and went and sat on the bar stool,

"Nuka Cola, Please Gob" Michael spoke.

"Two caps, please" Gob replied, not making eye contact with Michael. Gob then handed him a Nuka cola and Michael started taking small sips. He was thinking maybe he should speak to the vault dwellers. Get to know them, or simply the other Wastelanders. The only one he known was Gob, Jenny Stahl and Iain. There are from the same country, although they were far away in terms of he lived in Scotland and Michael lived in London. He's spoke to him on a couple of occassions and had an odd drink here and there with him. This made him want to get to know the vault dwellers instead of hiding behind his shiness.

OOC:Okay, this RP is under great threat of dying due to damn too many sideplots, and damn too many RP'ers for Erandur to handle. Erandur, you need to ask the other RP'ers before you invite three more people into your RP, because some of us have other things to do, and cant keep track of this number of posts. Not to mention that you never post, and never try to direct the RP. You are very close to earning my personal "#1 Worst RP Host" Award.

Jansen smirked at the other mans reply. What the hell? You just let muggers and attempted murderers walk free around here with little more than a broken jaw? It didnt make any sense.

"Jansen, if you need me i'll be about one hundrd meter's from town out the main gate, im just sorting my rifle out, so it wont be too long though" She shouted up to where he was standing on the landing on top of the stairs.

"Hey, Zoey, wait up. I'd like to spend a bit of time out in the wastes as well." He slund his UMP over his shoulder and followed after zoey, while he switched on his Pip-Boy's communicator function and sent a quick note to Lydias own Pip-Boy.

"Out In the wastes w/ Zoey, be back in 1-2 hours."

That taken care of, he followed Zoey out the door into megaton's "Streets". Little more than rigid metal walkways crafted from scrap metal.

"So, you guys just handle the law on your own around here then, huh?" He inqured to Zoey as he walked. It didnt make much sense, to have this number of people living under vigilate justice.