Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas! The jewel of Nevada. A city where fortunes are won and lost in the blink of an eye. Here, in Las Vegas, there are only two people, winners, and losers. Beautifully waxed baby blue Corvegas and metro buses race up and down The Strip, the myriad of casinos flash and twinkle like beautiful neon stars on Earth. People come here from all over America, even in these trying times, what with those damned Chinese trying to rob us of our American way of life. Tonight is a fabulous night, the cool desert air on The Strip cools it's visitors, the sound of Airplanes in the distance taking off from McCarran Airport. Tonight however, is the night of the highest staked gamble Vegas has ever seen in all it's time.
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If you'd like to submit a character sheet or discuss the RP, please take the time to view this http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1190985-a-post-war-vegas-rp-seeking-potential-rpers/, as well as there to hold long lived OOC pvssyr.

General Bethesda forum rules and RP courtesies apply, I'd strongly like to point these out:

1. sixuality and romance are fine, but don't go beyond PG-13, as per forum guidelines.
2. What I say is absolute, which is pretty lenient, all I ask is you don't godmode others or typical human limits (IE you can take on an army assault rifled troops and you wielding only a knife), and that you keep a retro-future attitude. (No music post Vegasy 1960's music (IE hippy revolution and all that), no modern day tech such as cell phones or laptops, etc)
3. hardcoe Mode rules apply, if you take a stimpak, you would do well to seek cover while you recoup.
4. Be respectful of anyone who has no knowledge of lore or a part of the story, if they slip up, POLITELY explain it and move on.
5. Vehicles are permitted, but bear in mind a Corvega, as with most 1950's era styled cars, arent designed for offroad and desert terrain. So if you find a military vehicle or a motorcycle, those are more built for offroad.

(The narration post will be the indicator of when the RP starts)

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It hasn't started yet.

October 23,2077

Evening

The beauty of Vegas has been around for over 200 plus years, famous as a haven for the stressed and a paradise for the rich and famous. It's biggest draw is the Lucky 38 Resort Hotel and Casino. Standing tall over Las Vegas like a lighthouse for the darkness of the Mojave. Tonight however, amidst the atypical night of gamblers, sixual encounters, and typical lives of a quiet lived citizen, their lives will change forever. Cars screech to a halt as out of nowhere, huge red bolts of light burst from the Lucky 38, blasting at what in the far above sky, appears to be bomb explosions. The lights of the Las Vegas Strip dim, the music still plays the famous classy and catchy tunes that embody the glitz of Vegas. The streets themselves however, are silent, car doors are open, people standing on the streets and sidewalks, staring in awe. Many drunks and ignorant cheering, thinking it a light show for the tourists. The lasers cease after two hours, the music on The Strip is interrupted by a voice over the radio. "Ladies and Gentlemen, China has just bombed America on a large scale, many major cities have been hit, but some how, strange lights from the Lucky 38 saved us. Please keep calm and orderly, the police and soldiers from Nellis are deployed in the city for your safety."

In their foolishness, they thought announcing this would make the city remain calm, and for thirty minutes, it did. Yet, after this half hour, panic and chaos set in. The tourists ran to McCarran, pleeing to be let out of the city on planes. The rich and powerful managed to bribe their way past cops and soldiers who still believed the U.S. Dollar still worth something. After seeing the 'superior' managing their way past, riots broke out, the ordinary American was now pushing tooth and nail to get onto a plane, desperate to return to a home that likely no longer existed. Within the hour, fires soon ingulfed many stores and shops. A bomb went off, blasting off a side of The Tops's roof. The rich snobs of The Ultra Luxe barred their doors, refusing to let others shelter there, and La Cosa Nostra, running Gomorrah, sent out men with Laser RCW machine guns to keep some vague semblance of order around the casino.

Meanwhile, in the quiter settlements, folks in Primm and Goodsprings were staring around in the bar nervous about what their lives would now be like. The Dino Dee-lite motel was filled with hotel patrons, unsure what to do, fearing their lives as they knew it over. Folks in Boulder City watched a TV in the old community center, the broadcasters in New Vegas covering the rioting on the streets. Announcing that word just came in that Hoover Dam will try to pump power and water as long as they can, which isnt predicted to be long.

At this point, only one thing is for sure, to survive, it's now a choice of partnering with others and securing your own safe haven, or to throw their morales aside, to wallow in the pool of disolution and kill and steal their way to the top of the food chain. Law is hard pressed to maintain order, but to the smarter people, it's obvious the soldiers and police won't last much longer. Only friends and allies are to be relied on now, that, and your wit to survive. Welcome to New Vegas.

Luke moved through the bustling train station, as people scrambled around the station. I-15 Train Junction had no trains coming in at the moment, So many people were stacked up in the station waiting for the next train which was of course October 23rd, 2077 3:00 AM. Luke exited the train station and decided to walk towards vegas, He walked to the highway and hailed down a Highwayman which stopped at the highway side and Luke opened the door and got in and shutted it, the man asked him where he was going, Luke replied "I'm going up to vegas." and the Highwayman pulled off, going in to the vegas area, The highwayman broke down infront of the TOPS Casino, Luke got out and went in the TOPS casino and showed his service ID and paid the cash to rent a VIP suit, Luke went up in to the elevators and went up to the suite and layed back and went to sleep.

McCarran Airport

Justin Mieux stood on the upper mesanine of the main entry hall, leaning on the rail with a smoke in hand, staring at the airplane hung over the lobby. "Sir, I'm sorry, but it's against airport regulations to smoke...that...in here." The stewardess stopped as Mieux simply stared at her. He turned his head and blew a cloud of smoke, throwing it on the floor and snubbing it with his glossy dress shoe. "Sweetheart, the world's just ended and you're worried about me smoking in an airport. Do you see anything wrong with that picture?" He simply smiled and gave her a rub of the shoulder with his hand as he passed and went to sit in the food court. As he sat there, drinking a bottle of scotch from an untended table he heard a woman, her voice high and puffy like a snob. "Darling, you said we'd get out safe, the last plane is getting ready to take off and we'll be stuck in this....place. It's full of POOR people." He looked from his peripheral, she was okay looking, but clearly a snob, wearing a glittering red dress and a fox fur shoulder draqer. Mieux choked on his drink as he laughed. He could tell she was looking his direction, "And what's so funny to you, boy?" Mieux hear her jab agitatedly at him. "You are woman. I don't know if all that la de da mess in the Ultra-Luxe jibbed you from reality, but the radio's just reported that ham radio reports from as far as the Mid-West, they all got hit. Chicago, New York, D.C., if it's big and American, it's gone. So STOP with that idiotic rich person bit and wise up. Those planes are going from a bad place to a worse place. Trust me, you're better off here in Vegas." Once more, Mieux got up, heading for the roof access hatch and stood outside, his heart sunk as he saw how bad things got. He looked down at the gate to his far left, he could hear shouts as plain as day.

"STAY BACK! JUST STAY BACK! NONE OF THESE PLANES ARE TAKING OFF!" Mieux could see in the floodlights the man was a soldier, wearing typical combat armor and an assault rifle. The two arguing were quite loud. "Bullcrap! Those planes to good for us lowly Working Stiffs? Screw you, you two bit government dog." He watched as the man, wearing a red short sleeved shirt and black pants charged. Mieux knew in his heart what would happen and turned away, and no sooner had he turned, he heard five gunshots. At first the crowd fell silent, then enraged at this act of violence, he watched as the people, ordinary folks, charged the gates, the soldier,unsure what to do, didnt fire, which in turn, resulted in the seven men at the gates getting trampled by what was easily thousands of people hoping to get to a plane.

Mieux simply stood there, flicking his lighter open and lighting another cigarette, the red and black logo of the Lucky 38 flared in the moonlight "Well, looks like we just got plunged back into barbarian days. God help us all." He shook his head and walked towards one of the ladders, hoping to avoid the angry crowds wanting to punish the rich who got in.

Luke awoke, when a knock on the door disturbed him from his rest. Luke hopped up and put on his US army uniform, and opened the door. A sergeant and two privates stood at the door and greeted the Major with a salute and said "Sir, the president from airforce one has officially deemed you as commanding officer of all Mojave forces, you're orders?" and Luke said, "Try to build fortifications around vegas, and restore civil order. Tell the manager of the tops, We are taking over for the brief moment as a army base. Nellis is most likely nuked to hell."

OOC: I'd like to point out, since Bar seemed confused by it, I should explain. Anytime I put something in Orange text, that serves as a general narration for current events. (Read in Ron Pearlmans voice naturally :laugh:)

Goodsprings, Nevada

October 23 2:00 PM

Henry left his house and locked the door, he went into his garage on got into his Highwayman, today he was going to Vegas in hopes to get rich. He started to drive off to Vegas and when he arrived he went to the Tops Casino. Henry got some chips and went to the black jack tables. This is where he would stay for many hours.

Las Vegas, Nevada, The Tops Casino

October 23 Evening

Henry was done gambling for the night after losing $300, as he left the casino he saw the Lucky 38 shooting off lasers, the people were cheering and applauding to the laser show, Henry decided to join in. After the lasers stopped shooting a broadcast started to play, it said that the USA had just been the victim of a massive attack from China. Henry started to panic, was Goodsprings okay? Was his wife gone? He didn't know. He wanted to go back to Goodsprings but he was safe in Vegas, for now at least. Henry started to pace around thinking about what was going on. People were calm but saddened and eventually they started to get rowdy. Stores were lit on fire and a bomb went off, it was a riot. Henry tried to get himself to a safe place, while doing that a man ran passed him screaming "RIOT!" The man picked up a garbage can and threw it through a window, Henry was annoyed by this, he ran up to the man and pushed him to the ground, he placed his foot on his chest and put more pressure on the mans chest.

"You fool! Don't you think things are [censored] up enough as it is!"

"[censored] you man the world is over I can do whatever the [censored] I want!"

Henry realized that the world was indeed over, or at least it was reborn. He kicked the man in the head knocking him unconscious, one least fool to deal with.

Las Vegas, Nevada - Gomorrah Casino

Lipstick. Of all of the things she could have been doing, Kathy had been applying lipstick when it had happened. Now, the vanity item lay abandoned in a Gomorrah sink as Kathy clutched her purse close to her chest, edging her way through the casino amidst the men with their high-powered weapons.

"End of the world, huh?" Even as she muttered these words to herself, she couldn't quite believe it. It was as though a stranger was whispering them in her ear from three meters away, while she drifted, barely conscious, through the chaos. A middle-aged woman cried out for her help, nursing a broken ankle and letting out a hacking cough. Men, desperately fastening their belts with tousled hair and untucked dress shirts ambled around - half an hour ago, they had been having the time of their lives. She didn't know why she was heading for the casino doors, but slowed down just enough to take in the sight of a crazed man seizing a member of La Cosa Nostra by the lapels of his jacket, only to be blasted back by the force of a lazer. So, that was the way things were going to be.

"Hold it." An arm hit her squarely in the chest and Kathy stumbled backwards, knocked into reality at last. She didn't have to look twice to know who had stopped her. She had brains enough not to try going any further, either.

"You think a girl like me is gonna start a riot, baby?" Lucid, silky voice, just the way she had learned to channel it. Just the way she had taught herself to speak - that was why they employed her, after all. Or at least ... they had. Hollywood was long gone by now, that much was for certain.

"I don't know and I don't care. You get your pretty legs walking the other way or there won't be much to look at when I'm done." This whole end of the World thing. She didn't know what else it had changed, but it had changed the men. Perhaps she was being far too flippant about the situation. Everything outside could be rubble for all she knew ... or worse. Did it get any worse. Numbly, Kathy nodded and turned on her heel, hovering in the lobby, afraid to venture too far into the casino in case it all came down on top of her in the next few minutes. The trouble was, inching her way to the receptionist's desk, she could hear the sounds from the outside. The unknown.

"They're ... they're screaming." FIsts against the front doors, men and women begging, pleading, screaming, yelling ... crying for shelter. Yet Kathy didn't want to stay in here. Facing the apocalypse and knowing what the hell was out there ... better. Only marginally, but it was better than this.

McCarran Airport

Mieux was glad he had gotten there before the riot of people did. The rich who had snuck in had been dragged into the parking lot, stripped, and beaten. Mieux was apathetic to it though, he was leaning on a now abandoned military truck, smoking a cigarette, staring at the people standing around aimlessly, tense, but unsure what they should do. He stood straight and went for the unmanned gate of the airport, the soldiers and policemens bodies lying there, trampled to death by over a thousand sets of feet. Before he got out the gate, a guy with a tire iron stopped him. "Where you think you're going richy? Gonna find some other way out of town?" Mieux, unimpressed, simply shrugged, "Of course. Now step aside." This guy, wearing a floral tourist shirt, swung his tire iron and it barely missed Mieux. Sighing annoyedly, Mieux stopped still, "I tried to be reasonable with you. Now, you'll have to die like the degenerate you are." With what seemed like a second, he speedily unholstered his 10mm pistol and fired into the mans throat. The silencer firing a muffled 'pfft' as it hit him. Not looking back, Mieux bent over a soldier and took his assault rifle and slung it over his shoulder. "Gonna need this." He said, smiling to himself, he took five steps and looked back. "Almost forgot," he ran back over, "Gonna need those spare rounds too. Matter of fact....." Taking a look around, he dragged one of the soldiers, a female with red hair, behind a wall and stripped her of her armor, in respect, he took a dirty tarp and covered her now naked body. He made some last adjustments to his new suit of armor, adjusting various straps. "Ugh, thank God this stuff is unisix, or it would be very awkward wearing a broads armor." He felt a buldge in the back pocket, feeling it, it was a pair of binoculars. "Jackpot."

He spent some time making his way back to Vegas, doing so surreptitiously to avoid the occassional group of looters running by. "Geez, like a bunch of freaking animals." Running down a back alley, he found what he wanted, a building with a fire escape. He pulled one of the wheeled dumpsters over and hopped up, after grunting a little, he climbed over the rail and onto the fire escape. Looking around carefully to make sure he wasn't followed, he didn't see anything and continued on to the roof of the building. He pulled out a small lockpick and fidgeted with the door lock, it clicked open gently, "Like a kitten being stroked, heh." He slipped through the roof access door and gently shut and locked the door. Going down the dark staircase, he crept slowly, the only sound being the muffled yells and screams from outside. "Room for rent hm?" Mieux walked over, thinking the coast clear, he picked the lock of the door, and it swung open to an empty room, it's lights turned off, casting only the lights from the casinos in. The room was angled, sitting at an angle to show The Strip. He wheeled around at the sound of footsteps, aiming his new rifle. "Oh my! How rude, you soldiers are looters now too?" An old lady said, shaking her head in disgust. "I'm not a soldier ma'am, I took her armor from her body. Figured it'd be more use to me than her. I'm not looking to loot like those animals out there, I just want a safe place to hide, I won't bother you ma'am." She stared at him intently for several minutes. "Alright, I'll give you some sheets and a blanket to lie on then." She left, and for several minutes he explored the empty apartment and found an old Radiation King radio left on a small nightstand. He turned it on to listen to Radio Las Vegas. Sitting beside it, he listened to the news, looters causing trouble, fires breaking out. Within a minute or so of this, the old lady came back, "Here, take these. I also brought a few curtains and a hot dish of spaghetti if you're hungry. Not having eaten since lunch time, he was starving. Even with things as they were rapidly becoming, maybe things could turn out alright for him.

OOC: If anyone happens to stumble upon my apartment, or followed me, I'm perfectly fine with that :laugh:

Outside the tops.

A military truck carrying the military Mr. Gutsy (deactivated ones.) drove through the streets of the strip, trying not to hit anyone who got in there way. A US army Techician got out and moved to the back of the truck and activated those that were of course able to be activated, they flew up and moved toward the crowds of rioters, while firing upon the looters, they screamed out with there robotized voice, "What's the matter you pansy ass Pinko? Getting tired?" and "That's how we do things in the US Army! Hooah!"

Luke's Room.

Luke walked to his window, with his hands behide his back, he watched as the Mister Gutsy robots try to stop the rioters, with somewhat of a success. As Luke looked on to the mojave wasteland. The atomic explosions rattled around the mojave wasteland and inside it, While he was looking a plane was taking off from McCarran Airport and it started flying towards california and then another explosion went off from the Nipton area, due to the plane crashing.


(OOC: http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Crashed_airliner)

Jason Hoover

Vegas strip - 23rd October around 10Am

Gunfire

“This is special agent Hoover and Barlow, we are pursuit of Donnie and Jackie we need all available back up and for the las Vegas police to set up road blocks in Freemont, they are heading to the Las Vegas strip!” Jason shouted down the Radio

“Jason shoots the tires!” Barlow shouted, struggling to control the vehicle down the busy Las Vegas streets as he had been shot in arm…

Aiming his Glock plasma pistol at the cars tires, Jason fired, hitting the tire, the drive lost control of car and crashed into the ultra Luxe fountain...

Suddenly out of nowhere, several huge red bolts of light burst came from the Lucky 38, blasting into sky, followed by very loud explosions in the sky….

[censored]!!!!! Barlow shouted as he crashed into Las Vegas Boulevard Station…

--- Several hours later---

Jason awoke inside the car, Barlow was dead and rioter were bashing on the doors of ultra Luxe, Donnie and Jackie bodies were hanging from a lamp post and several Army trucks had pulled up outside the tops

"The hell happen, did the Chinese final bomb us? I need to get of the Strip " Jason said to himself.

Climbing out of the Car, Jason drew his glock and began to wandered down an street, rioters were breaking into every shop, stealing everything not nailed down( and in some cases the nailed down stuff) and beating any Chinese people that could find to death…

Is this a nightmare? Jason though to himself

Walking around the corner, a crazed man ran up to Jason and shouted, “ IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD” before blowing his brains out with a 10mm pistol…

Picking up the mans 10mm pistol and tucking it into the back of his trousers , Jason walked over to nearest “stable” building, it was an old apartment building, walking inside, Jason knocked on the only closed door he could find...

“Hello this is special agent Jason Hoover with the FBL is anyone inside and do you know what [censored] happened!" Jason called out wondering if anyone was inside.


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Ooc: the house is one Justin Mieux is however as you didn’t say what floor he was on I just put “closed door” hope that’s okay.

OOC: It's fine, it's the top floor apartment, I thought I said that. (Is puzzled)

Mieux lowered the radio's volume, peering through the peephole. "I'm opening the door, keep your weapon holstered or I'll fire." Mieux opened the door let the man in. "Beg your pardon for the lack of furniture, setting up my own slice of heaven. I'm about to go take some hospital supplies and raid a food mart in a little. If I were you, I wouldn't try playing hero. I saw a young officer on a street corner fire his .44 in the air, know what happened? The mobs scattered then came back and beat the poor kid to a pulp. Law and order don't count for much anymore, only the gun does." If you want to make yourself useful, go across the hall and take whatever furniture is over there. Trust me, the owner won't be back, before you ask, I found this building because of the girl I got my armor off of. I'm going to turn this top floor into my own fortress. Anyone seeking refuge here will be welcome. Anyone with a raised weapon, don't hesitate, just fire." Mieux dug in the body suit of the armor skin and dug in to his suit jacket and pulled out a card. Name's Justin Mieux, RobCo executive, formerly anyway."

OOC: I too am going to this apartment building xD.

Henry was moving around looking for some place safe, he came across a teenager with a switchblade. The kid had blonde hair and was wearing a white muscle shirt and blue jeans, he was clearly to young to be involved in this riot. The kid went up to Henry and held the switchblade against Henry's neck.

"Give me your [censored] money!" demanded the kid.

Henry let out a deep sigh, "Come on kid, its the end of the world, what are you going to do with the money? Go buy something? Get real kid and go somewhere safe. This is no place for you right now."

The kid dropped the knife and began to cry, "Why is this happening."

"Its war kid. War never changes. Now go somewhere safe and give me that blade, I may need it."

The kid handed over the switchblade and Henry continued to look for somewhere safe, he came across an apartment building and started to walk up the stairs, he got to the top floor and began to try and open doors, most of them where locked and when he knocked no one answered. He came across a man banging on a door claiming he was an FBL agent. The door opened and a man started to talk to the FBL agent, Henry darted over to the room.

"Hey there, my name is Henry Michaels, I am the Sheriff of Goodsprings. If your making this into your fortress I'll be glad to help."

EDIT: 2281st post in the Fallout Artwork and Fan Fiction Section! Fallout: New Vegas anyone?

Mr. Gutsy robots moved around the strip, some moving toward the ultra-luxe and started firing at the rioters infront of it. Luke slid open the window and walked out to the balcony and the technician from earlier, also pulled out a microphone from one of the several army trucks outside the TOPS, and walked in to the TOPS building, going up to lukes room via Elevator. and plugged it in to a outlet (if they still worked?) and Luke began talking through what was of course the de-activated "air raid sirens" now waiting to announce the speech to all of vegas. Luke started speaking "Attention, Las Vegas. This is Luke Mallicoat, US Major. I am asking you to calm down and return to you're homes, If you do not, consequences will happen. I expect everyone on the strip back tomorrow, at 8:00 AM sharp. It anyone is looting or harming AMERICAN citizens, YOU will be killed, but this rule does not count to chinese citizens, you may kill them as much as you please. LETHAL FORCE is authorized."

OOC: I didn't include it in my sheet but my character along with his position at RobCo has ties to West Tek.

McCarren Airport - Steven Castle

"All I wanted to do was get back home and what happens, got damn World War III! Somehow we survive and the commoners decide to riot."

Taking a moment to think a startling realization hits him. If this catastrophe is happening around the U.S. then the financial market has crashed and money is worthless.

Needing to clear his head Steven begins pacing back and forth through the terminal biting his nails. All of a sudden a dispute could be heard between several guards and some angry rioters. The situation quickly became out of hand when the guards were forced to shoot several rioters who had begun to hurl rocks. The violence escalated and Steven realized it would be prudent to relocate. Sneaking down the stairs Steven sprinted from the building past the gathered mob and headed toward the Strip.

On the way he spotted Justin Mieux, an executive of RobCo whom Steven followed. He followed his business associate to a building where he witnessed Mieux climbing a fire escape. Waiting until Mieux entered one of the apartments Steven followed.

Climbing up the filthy fire escape he spotted Mieux talking with an elderly woman. Climbing into the window Steven brushed the filth off his suit and put on a smile.

"Well, what a coincidence finding you here, Mieux?

OOC: not sure when hircine21 chr arrived so i didn't include him as of now...

Jason Hoover

"I'm opening the door, keep your weapon holstered or I'll fire." A man called out

“okay Jason” repiled as holstered his Plasma glock” Jason repiled and walked inside as the man opened the door..

"Beg your pardon for the lack of furniture, setting up my own slice of heaven. I'm about to go take some hospital supplies and raid a food mart in a little. If I were you, I wouldn't try playing hero.

hero? I don;t even know what happened

"I saw a young officer on a street corner fire his .44 in the air, know what happened? The mobs scattered then came back and beat the poor kid to a pulp. Law and order don't count for much anymore, only the gun does." If you want to make yourself useful, go across the hall and take whatever furniture is over there. Trust me, the owner won't be back, before you ask, I found this building because of the girl I got my armor off of. I'm going to turn this top floor into my own fortress. Anyone seeking refuge here will be welcome. Anyone with a raised weapon, don't hesitate, just fire."

“ The world truly has ended then…” Jason said as he looked out the window as a chinese man fell off a building after beening shot by USA troopers

The man dug in the body suit of the armor skin and pulled out a card. Name's Justin Mieux, RobCo executive, formerly anyway."

Robco huh maybe he knows were I can get a pipboy…

“Good to meet you Justin, I’ll get started on moving the furniture, this place will good enough for tonight but we need to get out of city before the…” Jason said but was cut off by another guy walking in…

Hey there, my name is Henry Michaels, I am the Sheriff of Goodsprings. If your making this into your fortress I'll be glad to help."

“ I’ll start moving the furniture whilst you tell this guy your plan” Jason said as walked next door and began moving the furniture…

OOC: In advance, apologies if I end up referring to Kathy as Lola. x_x old habits are hard to break ...

Kathy froze, barely able to hear the echoing voice over the chaos inside Gomorrah. Home ... a strange word. She had not been home in years, unless she counted Los Angeles, but Los Angeles was most likely gone by now.

She had supposed that the receptionist's desk would keep her safely out of sight of both La Costa Nostra, and anyone who might pose a threat to her; she looked the part enough to be looted by anyone desperate enough, even if her hair had fallen out of its up-do, curls flopping lazily into her face. She had brushed her hair heatedly out of her eyes more times than she cared to count, now.

"Damn it! They're getting through! Do something!" For a moment, Kathy considered what her options were. She edged around the side of the desk, barely able to see through legs, but the door was visible enough. She didn't even want to guess at how many people were pressing against it on the other side ... but if those floodgates opened ...

Even as she slipped through the crowd, suffocated by the sheer amount of people, she couldn't quite grasp what it was that she was doing. A blur best described the blood and flesh, screams as strangers tried to surge through the front doors, and the ones already on the inside made their attempt at sauaging the guards. All Kathy knew was that this had provided a good enough distraction for her to make it through.

And staring out at the Strip, the reason for everyone in Gomorrah being forced to stay inside was suddenly all too clear ...

"Son of a-" Mieux whipped around from the agent. "Oh, I met you before, yeah, you were at one of the executive parties once right? My offices were in D.C., so I doubt you and I have had much time to make friendly. Look's like plenty of time for that. Well, now that your here, you can help this guy," Mieux nodded back to the government agent, "barricade this floor from those ingrates below." Mieux checked and reloaded his rifle, then looked to Steven again. "But I am going to go snag some food, medicine and et cetera." Mieux tore one of the sheets and wrapped it over his face as a face wrap. "If anyone else comes through, you guys stop them, strip them of weapons, and let them here. If they seem to present a threat, you know what to do." Without any formalities, he ran down the staircase to the first floor.

Mieux marched along confidently, having that big gun kept most at bay. He stopped at a pharmacy and walked in, scoping the floor, finding it deserted. "Heh, while the looters steal valuables, I'll take the stuff that matters." Mieux pulled a shopping cart up and first went to the pharmacy isles, snatching the Stimpacks, Buffouts, and Med-X as well as some radiation medications, he could fit in a small nondescript cardboard box. After taking a few other basic medications, he ran through the grocery isle. "Hot damn, time for a feast. Fancy Lads." He then started spilling foods into the carts, stopped at the salisbury steak isle. "Ugh, who eat's this crap?" and threw it behind him, he started putting six packs of Nuka Cola and Sunset Sarsaprilla in the cart. The cart, now near full, was slow to push. "Ooh, a copy of Lying Congressional Style." He stuffed this in his armor, when a small red book behind the counter caught his why. "Oh hell, HERE?" He hopped over the counter and pulled out what he knew off the bat was a Chinese Spec Ops Manual. "Stupid commies, they just won, damn red jerks." He absently threw it in the cart too. "Wait, I need to go grab some liquors and cigarettes." He turned around again, his hands on his hips, a wide grin on his face. "Jackpot"

Before he went outside, he covered his cart with bags labelled 'Manure' and wore a tattered tarp to look like an old bum. Fortunately, the mob mentality was dying down, as people were now wandering aimlessly, looters occasionally running by with TVs and holotapes. As he hobbled, for the appearance, to the apartment building, he shut the door and pulled down the security rolldown door. With great noise, and effort, he pushed the cart up eight flights of stairs to the top. Stopping at the make shift barricade he put up, he knocked on the door. "Milk Man, bring out your mikl bottles sir." his tone obviously sarcastic.

Coming back, Mieux looked to the sheriff, continuing where they left off before Mieux walked off an hour ago "Alright cowboy, Goodsprings eh? Thought that was a town of squares and yeehaws." Mieux quickly changed his tone of voice, "Anyway, maybe we should pick up and move out there, if it's there. Stayin in the place is like a cow in a hyena pit. But tonight, how about we wait out the night, wait till noon or so? We'll need a military truck, or a Corvega. I can drive mine, if it's not smashed to hell.

Luke walked out of the tops, and saw a hobo walking down in to a apartment, Luke decided to follow him and saw him enter the building, he knocked on the door and attempted to open it, and he shouted to whoever that man was inside "Hello!?, I need some shelter in this building!" and Luke waited patiently for a response.

(OOC: sorry for the short post, I'm eatting and the dog was trying to steal my food.)

Evening, 23rd October 2077

‘Despite it all’, Johnson though savagely. ’These people can still come to Vegas and piss it all away, even without privileged information at their disposal, surely these people can see that the end is coming… How surreal it is to be counting down the days till the end of the world, good God what has it all come to? But enough of such nonsense, eye’s on the prize Glenn, survival; in 24 hours you’ll be with Rhonda and Jimmy all safe at the expense of the US tax-payer and Poseidon.

Leaving the lights of a grotty little motel behind, Johnson sped down the deserted Route 93, up ahead was Las Vegas, the omnipresent glow from it’s glitzy Strip visible from all around. ’That House is a damn fool for not taking us up on the offer, but if he wants to go down with Sin City then on his own head be it.’ From up ahead, a lorry screamed past, the first vehicle that he had seen in some time.

Johnson, suddenly overcome with annoyance again, slammed his hand on steering wheel. “Of all the people to draw the short straw it would have to be me,” Johnson muttered angrily to himself. “Why couldn’t they order Malpass to ‘keep the cover’, he doesn’t have a family anymore.” He sighed deeply. ‘At least Rhonda and Jimmy are alright, not far to go now and I’ll be sitting the back of one of those military helicopters and on my way to safety.’

The shoulder holster containing his Wattz Laser Pistol was tight, Johnson had never worn one before and must have put it on wrong. He has to wear it though, attacks on government – and those closely related too them – officials had increased; these days nothing was certain anymore.

Johnson took his eye’s from off of the road and looked to his left to see Helios ONE, Poseidon Energy’s answer to the environmentalists; it was as he was looking at Helios when a sudden burst of red light somewhere ahead snapped his eyes back onto the road. From the roof of the Lucky 38, beams of red lights were flashing in multiple directions. “Wasting more of our precious electricity on your lightshows are you House?” Johnson said derisively. “Can’t even keep a formation going on, beams flying all over the place.” It was not but a split second later that everything Johnson had known his entire life ended immediately in a sudden blinding flash to his left – partially obscured by Black Mountain. Night became brightest day for an instant as Johnson’s car careened off the road and into the lake beside Helios.

Johnson opened his eyes, blood was trickling from somewhere on his forehead and his feet were wet; this fully stirred him. After unbuckling his seat-belt, Johnson at first scrambled for his government-issued survival kit and opened the door of his Corvega; resisting the flow of water into the car he scrambled out and waded to shore. Inside the box was a gas-mask and a pair of filters which he immediately assembled and pulled over his head, a flashlight and a fission battery, a portable radio and finally a pair of small triangular black pills. A fire was tearing its way around the lake, ’Shelter, I need to hide somewhere now! Johnson thought. He looked around; closest place to him was a empty Poseidon Energy station. Not looking back at the ominous plume looming over him, Johnson ran in his wet and bloody suit for the station.

Jason Hoover

Whilst Miuex had gone shopping Jason the others had moved all of furniture from next-door into the apartment; sitting down on a chair Jason began looking out the window again…

I need to get back Car and get that Holo-tape; rogue gave me before he disappeared

Suddenly there was knock on the door. "Milk Man, bring out your milk bottles sir." It was Miuex

Walking in Miuex looked to the sheriff, continuing where they left off before he had left "Alright cowboy, Good springs eh? Thought that was a town of squares and yeehaws." Miuex quickly changed his tone of voice, "Anyway, maybe we should pick up and move out there, if it's there. Staying in the place is like a cow in a hyena pit. But tonight, how about we wait out the night, wait till noon or so? We'll need a military truck, or a Corvega. I can drive mine, if it's not smashed to hell.
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“I have Car, a highwayman. It's on strip the fronts abit smashed up but it should be drive-able “ Jason said…

“ I took the keys and there a dead body in front, so no-one can steal it however there’s something more important in the glove box “ Jason said getting up and turning around…

“About a month all the high-up disappeared, Rogue the last boss- guy to leave gave me a Holo-tape to play if “the world [censored] up” said it had details on place were we could and hold out until the radiation dies down… but I need a pipboy to play it”

“Oh and before the world [censored] up, I was chasing these two outlaws Donnie and Jackie, there car nearby too but it crashed into the fountain someone may had took it..”

Suddenly there was knock on the door and someone try to open it, the man shouted "Hello! I need some shelter in this building!"

“don’t tell him about holo-tape don’t want anyone stealing it”

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ooc: the place Jason is talking about is hidden valley & logging off for the night , have Jason take notes in corner or have a nap in corner

Mieux didn't respond, he immediatly went silent. He turned off the radio, hoping this new comer downstairs would leave, unsure who he was. In a low voice, he whispered, "No one move out there, we just keep quiet okay?" He than sat in a corner, taking off his suit of combat armor, his silk suit underneath. he sat alone in a dark corner, the only indicator he was there was the small red blip from his cigarette. He was lost in thought, instead of stubbing out the cigarette, he swiftly opened the window and chucked it out, shutting the window again. He leaned his head back and stared at the barely visible ceiling. He could hear someone rummaging in the cart, probably checking out if there was anything of use Mieux brought back. Absently, he said "Take what you need guys, but that medicine needs to last us." Suddenly, from pure exhaustion, he fell asleep.

Earlier that day.

"Come on Justin, it's hot out here, let's go in The Tops, I wanna cool off, and, I wanna show you that new bikini I got." Mieux turned and cocked an eyebrow, "Alright, and maybe afterwards, you can 'make my experience the Tops'." Mieux said, winking to his girlfriend. Maria grinned and they walked hand in hand to the Corvega at the parking lot of McCarran and putting their suitcases in the rental. Mieux opened her side of the car and then got in on the driver side. "Alright, how about we go up to that fancy suite. I got a friend at The Tops, bribed him to book me the Presidential." As he turned the key in the ignition, he pulled out and drove down the street to The Tops.

Sitting at the bar of the Presidential Suite, Mieux was drinking a chilled glass of white wine. "Mieux, come here honey." Mieux put his drink down and went over to the bedroom, "Yes hon-WOAH GEEZ." Mieux's jaw dropped as he saw Maria standing, beautifully, full figured, bikini-less. "I don't about how good that bikini is for swimming, but I think I know just what use it is good for." Mieux, a grin on his face, shut the door of the bedroom.

Present moment.

Mieux stirred, as the door shut, his heart sank as he realized it was a dream. Looking around the darkness, quickly regained his senses, realizing he left his girl to her fate in that sea of people seven hours earlier.

Luke flagged over a Mister Gutsy that was nearby and Luke pointed to the door, and it approached the door and shouted "You better open up, you commie coward!" and then it shot at the door with the flamethrower, with no effect on the door opening, then it shouted another thing, "Are you ready to die for your country, you commie coward?" And then it shot it's plasma rifle with no effect on the doors behalf, this action was laughed at by a pair of looters, armed with some pistols, the Mr. Gutsy turned to them and started firing at them. Luke then said, "I need in, [censored]! Theres too many [censored]s out here, Me and my robot need a place to stay!"