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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:10 pm

OOC: Celeste is with Drifter right?

--Pawnee--

"Sentimental," Frieda repeated softly. She stared at Pawnee with a look of concern, "look, don't worry about the repair, it's on the house."

“Thanks,” Pawnee whispered.

"You look sad. Do you want to talk about it?" Frieda turned and watched Drifter follow Celeste back into the diner, carrying a crate. "How about I buy you a drink? I owe you one."

“Yeah. . .maybe,” Pawnee bit down on his tongue to try and swallow his sadness, “I just picked up a bunch of food for Celeste, anyway. Let’s go say hello, I’ll drop it off. . .and I’ll take some whiskey or gin for that drink, alright? No beer for me – too watery.”

Pawnee whistled for Buck and then followed Frieda into Celeste’s Diner. Pawnee motioned for Frieda to take a seat at the front bar while he walked over to Celeste and Drifter.

“Hey Celeste, hi Drifter,” Pawnee dug around in his sack and pulled out the food he had traded for earlier, “got these for the diner this morning,” he eyed the crates, “but it looks like you just got new food anyway. . . Frieda and I wanted a drink when you’ve got a moment. You wanna join us Drifter? Maybe you too Celeste, if you can find the time for a break?”
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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:47 am

(OOC:

Will edit into a reply for Zerker and Elvis, once the painkillers kick in.


Chew half and bump the other half,works like a charm.)

"Well, Drifter, you are the luckiest customer yet this morning. Everyone else had to pick from what I already had, but you have first pick of the new shipment. What do you fancy?"

"Well hell, I don't rightly know.I'm dying for a southern breakfast,but some instamash and a shot of whiskey will start my morning off fine.A nuka-cola would be great too.I found a little something in the shack over there that might cause those crops to sprout mighty quick...I say we have a town dinner soon.You know,like a little meeting here in the diner.Corn,REAL potatoes,carrots and something called buffalo gourd.We can all drink wine,whiskey and cola.It would be a good way to get us all acquainted properly.Whaddya say?"

Waiting for Celeste to grab his food and reply to his question,he pulled out the little sack of "Vegas Baby" he copped off the trader.Lifting the sack to his nose,he took a long whiff of the buds.

Damn,that smells primo.

He dumped the sack on the table,and began to search for seeds.After inspecting it,he came out with 3 seeds.

Better plant these later...with that stuff,we might have a plant as tall as the shack.

Scooting the herbs back into the sack,he leaned back and let out a ferocious yawn.

"On second thought honey,make that shot a double.Today is gonna be a great one."

He turned around to see Pawnee and the new girl chatting,and Pawnee said:

“Hey Celeste, hi Drifter,got these for the diner this morning,but it looks like you just got new food anyway. . . Frieda and I wanted a drink when you’ve got a moment. You wanna join us Drifter? Maybe you too Celeste, if you can find the time for a break?”

"Sure thing son,I'll join ya." Drifter walked over and sat in the booth next to Pawnee,and inconspicuously passed him the sack of "Vegas Baby".

Drifter whispered "Smell that son,we can sample it later.Got seeds too,so we may have our own little crop here soon."

(OOC:Running over to do some community service soon,I've got a newbie to train.You can do a little minor character control on Drifter if you'd like,I'll be back in a few hours."
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 10:28 pm

CELESTE BROWN

"Well hell, I don't rightly know.I'm dying for a southern breakfast,but some instamash and a shot of whiskey will start my morning off fine.A nuka-cola would be great too."

Celeste had no idea what a southern breakfast was, and was glad Drifter had asked for some Instamash -- THAT she could do. She turned and bent into the crates to search for the items he asked for as he continued talking.

"I found a little something in the shack over there that might cause those crops to sprout mighty quick...I say we have a town dinner soon.You know,like a little meeting here in the diner.Corn,REAL potatoes,carrots and something called buffalo gourd.We can all drink wine,whiskey and cola.It would be a good way to get us all acquainted properly.Whaddya say?"

Celeste straightened with a shot glass, a bottle of whiskey, and the Nuka Cola. "A town dinner? That sounds wonderful!" She leaned onto the bar, thinking about it. Maybe dad would even come as some kind of official town opening. "We used to grow potatoes up in around Ronto." She laughed, then. "And by 'we' I mean, people did, not me." Celeste leaned down again to retrieve a pot, a plate, and a box of Instamash. Dad sent me everything! This is great! She tried the stove and was happy to see it started up, though one of the burners didn't work at all. Celeste assembled the contents of the box with some water in the pot and turned back to Drifter.

"On second thought honey,make that shot a double.Today is gonna be a great one," he smiled at her.

Celeste smiled back. "Whatever you like!" She popped the top on the whiskey bottle and filled the shot glass right up. "Did you sleep all right last night?"

Her attention was drawn to the door where Frieda, Pawnee, and Buck were coming back in. Pawnee approached her while Frieda sat down at the other end of the bar. “Hey Celeste, hi Drifter,” Pawnee reached into his bag and pulled out some food, “got these for the diner this morning,” he glanced at the crates, “but it looks like you just got new food anyway. . . Frieda and I wanted a drink when you’ve got a moment. You wanna join us Drifter? Maybe you too Celeste, if you can find the time for a break?”

Celeste turned to Drifter and gave him a "whatever you like" motion with her shoulders. She watched him move down the bar. "Can't just yet, Pawnee, I've got a lot of tables that still need cleaning on top of people to feed. I'll get you and Frieda your drink though." She met eyes with Frieda. "What can I get you?"

"Water is fine," the blonde answered.

Celeste turned back to Pawnee and smiled. "And for you?"
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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 3:16 am

James wilson

"I found a little something in the shack over there that might cause those crops to sprout mighty quick...I say we have a town dinner soon.You know,like a little meeting here in the diner.Corn,REAL potatoes,carrots and something called buffalo gourd.We can all drink wine,whiskey and cola.It would be a good way to get us all acquainted properly.Whaddya say?"

A town dinner might be nice but what the hell is Buffalo gourd? Anyway time to find out why Moriarty is sending all this stuff.

(After celeste had finished with Freida & Pawnee)

“Celeste, if you have a minute. I think a town dinner would be a great idea also who sent you all this food & Cutlery, looks expensive ”
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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 4:16 am

(OOC:Well,the store was closed.I should be pissed because they told me they would be open,but that means i don't have to train any fellow hoodlums in the art of maintaining a thrift store today.)

Drifter smiled as he got up to grab his whiskey.He downed it in one gulp,and set it back on the counter.

"Good job Celeste.You are an expert in the art of pouring a drink.And yeah,I slept fine.I haven't slept on an actual mattress in so long,I was out like a light."

Drifter chuckled as he walked back to Pawnee's table.

"Pawnee,pass me two cigarettes if you got em.One to smoke and one to roll with,so we can get this day started."

Drifter gave Buck a friendly pat on the head.He loved the dog's inquisitive eyes,like he knew what was going on and wanted to be a part of it.

"Stick around,you can bite a few smoke rings."
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 10:51 pm

--Pawnee--

“ Frieda and I wanted a drink when you’ve got a moment. You wanna join us Drifter? Maybe you too Celeste, if you can find the time for a break?” Pawnee rested his elbows on the front counter.

“Sure thing son, I’ll join you,” Drifter scooted over to Pawnee’s seat. He pulled a sac out from his pocket and clandestinely put it in Pawnee’s hand, “Vegas Baby. Smell that son. We can sample it later. Got seeds too, so we may have our own little crop here soon."

Pawnee furrowed his brow, a bit perplexed. He had no idea what Drifter was getting at. Celeste immediately chimed in.

"Can't just yet, Pawnee, I've got a lot of tables that still need cleaning on top of people to feed,” Celeste seemed very busy, but still kept a cheery tone, “I'll get you and Frieda your drink though." She met eyes with Frieda. "What can I get you?"

"Water is fine," the Frieda said curtly.

Celeste turned back to Pawnee and smiled. "And for you?"

“If Drifter’s getting breakfast, I’ll take a little bit of whatever he’s having. A water too. . . and a shot of whiskey for the road,” Pawnee smiled back.

"Pawnee, pass me two cigarettes if you got em. One to smoke and one to roll with, so we can get this day started,” Drifter leaned down and pet buck, "stick around. You can bite a few smoke rings."

“Sure,” Pawnee still wasn’t sure he understood Drifter’s slang. He pulled a pack of cigarette out of his pocket and passed them to him, “remember though – Celeste will whoop you good if you try and light up one of those in here.”

Buck barked loudly and Pawnee looked down. The dog was watching a brahmin walk by the diner. It was Duncan’s cow. He was lazily leading it down the road.

“Since when do bark at Brahmin?” Pawnee scratched his head.

Buck stood up and skipped over to the doorway, panting eagerly.

Pawnee shrugged, and then shooed the dog away, “well then go ahead and say hello.”

Buck dashed out of the diner, trotting after Duncan’s brahmin while playfully barking and sniffing its tail.

“Strange,” Pawnee mused, mostly to himself. He turned to Frieda, “sorry about earlier. That tune from the box. . .it made me think about my old girl, Bittercup. We were peas in a pod – really close. Used to live together out in Big Town. . .but she’s gone now. Been gone. Never coming back. Still hits me hard every now and then, but a man’s gotta move on. What about you, Frieda? Besides your name and your skill I don’t know much about you. Where are you from? What’s your story? Anytime I've ever seen a wastelander run down the street, he’s running from something. You’re the only girl I’ve ever seen who runs for fun.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 4:46 pm

OOC: I'll do a fresh post instead.

Joe Rennie.

"My fifth one will be coming in two days. We left him at 'The Fort' back in Megaton to guard it," Nick said as he walked along with Joe.

What the [censored]? He doesn't have the whole team here yet? And he's asking for full payment. They better be good. If I planned on paying them I'd be pissed off now.

"Ok, well I'm afraid that'll mean... Katie, wasn't it?.. Yes Katie will have to pitch in and help Jesse," Joe indicated a loose pile of rocks, possably the start of Christophe's wall, "I'll want sniper further up the road, so he can warn the town if trouble is coming. Ok?.... Ok?"

Joe glanced around, to see that Nick was staring blankly ahead as he walked. Joe clicked his fingers in front of Parkers face, but got no answer. Nick's girlfriend must have figured something was wrong because she stepped close and began violently shaking him.

"Nick, Nick!" Katie yelled, shaking him. Nick shook his head and came out of the trance, his eyes blank.

"What was that?" Joe asked, concerned his new security was nowhere near as reliable as he'd first thought.

"Sorry...I'm okay..." He mumbled and kept going. Katie looked at him with uncertain and worried eyes. "Okay...if you say so."

Nick sighed and fell into step with Joe. "What does security detail entail?" He asked, seeming to wish to distract himself.

"Well to begin with I'll need you to discuss the defenses with Jesse, he seems to know what he's talking about. Then I'll need your team assist with the construction. After that it gets easier. Patrols and generally keeping an eye out for trouble. Does that sound ok to you?"

Joe turned and spotted Jesse approaching, dragging a large piece of masonry behind him. "Ah, and speaking of Jesse, here he is." Joe strolled over to Christophe and shook his hand. "Jesse, this is Nick. He'll be arranging you some manpower for this job." Joe put a hand on his hip and regarded the beginnings of the wall, a puzzled look on his face. "So is this it?"


Harold.

Harold stood and watched, puzzled, as Rennie swept past him. Had Rennie just stood up to him? And had he gotten the better of him? It was true that Mr Moriarty had been quite explicit that they should maintain their cover. But did that extend to Harold's pills? Surely not. Mr Moriarty hadn't mentioned that.

Before he could think any further on the matter Harold was interrupted by Leggio.

"So, Harold. Nice to meet you, I'm Jimmy Johnson, I own a large variety of clothing stores. And I need your help, my good man," Jimmy announced before extending his arm. Harold grasped the hand and without straining pulled "Johnson" closer to him. Quietly stating,

"I know who you are Mr Johnson," in a quieter voice he added "what you are too. What do you need from me?"
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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:02 am

Jimmy Leggio

Harold grabbed Jimmy's hand and pulled him until Harold could almost whisper in Jimmy's ear.

"I know who you are Mr Johnson," he said. "What you are too. What do you need from me?" he added, almost in a whisper.

"Calm down, old boy," Jimmy said nervously, pulling away from the man. I know who you are. Does that mean he knows of my true business? Best not risk it, even if he is Rennie's assistant. "My family, wife a little daughter, would like to explore the surrounding area. Settlements and whatnot. Joe tells me you scouted the area, perhaps you would know of a nice, safe place. Preferably whit no armed guards sulking about, those types unnerve my poor wife so." Jimmy smiled and looked around the diner. It was packed enough. The blonde, Celeste, the idiotic boy and his dog, a man who was some sort of engineer, the old drifter, what was his name? Yeah, this ape wouldn't try anything in here.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 5:06 pm

Jesse Christophe

The old Regulator continued dragging large scraps of metal behind him towards his work-in-progress wall. This is gonna be my masterpiece. he mused, chuckling slightly as he spotted his pathetic excuse for a pile of junk several meters away. Nearby Joe was speaking to the armed man they had seen in the diner, when Joe suddenly spotted him and approached.

"Jesse, this is Nick. He'll be arranging you some manpower for this job." he said after a brief handshake.

"Jesse Christophe. Pleased to make your acquaintance partner." he smiled courteously, stretching out his arm for the man to shake. However on the inside he was still somewhat dubious. These folk don't look too clean. But they're here to help. What more could I ask for?

All the while Joe inspected the garbled mess Jesse reluctantly referred to as a wall. "So is this it?" he asked, sounding rather disappointed.

Well if I had more manpower, it might be worth a damn.

"For now, yeah." he answered. "It'll get better though. This is just the beginning. I'm going to try and seal off the whole area. Might take a couple of days, but time is all I got, right?" he snickered, wiping the sweat off of his brow under the afternoon sun.

OOC: It's afternoon, right? :P
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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 2:39 am

Nick Parker

As the crew went onwards, Nick met the regulator Joe was talking about. "Jesse, this is Nick. He'll be arranging you some manpower for this job," He said. Nick looked at Jesse. He seemed like the typical regulator, good with a gun and everything. But he looks like he's seem some [censored].

Nick gave a very formal handshake as if it were a very important contract. "Jesse Christophe. Pleased to make your acquaintance partner," Jesse said. Everything would go smoothly. He looked at a very...interesting wall of junk and scrap metal. Both of them seemed to be annoyed by it. "So is this it?" Joe asked.

"For now, yeah." Jesse answered. "It'll get better though. This is just the beginning. I'm going to try and seal off the whole area. Might take a couple of days, but time is all I got, right?"

Nick looked at the area. There was no real vantage point like a high building like he was used to. Usually, the crew could camp out for days at a high building, get drunk, sleep, and eat while waiting for the target with no chance of being killed. But this town didn't really have a high place...that had to change. "Alright...I'd make a somewhat big watchtower like in Megaton if I were you. I do my best work sniping raiders before they even get within seeing range."

He sighed. "But as of right now...my crew can manage, but we'll have to be pretty crafty about it..."
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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 1:07 am

(OOC: @Assassin -- Let's say late morning, nearly noon...I will start using a time stamp :) )

FRIEDA -- 11:45 AM

Frieda watched Celeste start up the stove without even having checked to see if the gas lines were still intact or anything. The younger woman nearly did a dance when she found the stove working very well. That bimbo could have killed us all.

She watched Drifter and Pawnee have a conversation about some seeds the former had purchased that morning, indifferent to the whole thing. She'd tried any substance once, just out of curiosity, and nearly everything except few types of alcohol left her cripplingly ill. Frieda recalled the night before when Pawnee smelled a little ...herbal, and now she knew why.

Frieda watched Celeste gather the things she and Pawnee had ordered for a second before turning to watch Buck the dog ask to take off into the street. She smirked, slightly amused. She absently kicked her foot up and town and leaned on the bar, suddenly realizing its high polished shine. Looks like Celeste is serious about running a nice place, here. Well, good for her, everyone needs a skill.

Pawnee had begun talking to her again. “Sorry about earlier. That tune from the box. . .it made me think about my old girl, Bittercup. We were peas in a pod – really close. Used to live together out in Big Town. . .but she’s gone now. Been gone. Never coming back. Still hits me hard every now and then, but a man’s gotta move on."

Heavy. She frowned. "I'm sorry to hear that, Pawnee. It's still sad, even if you move on."

"What about you, Frieda? Besides your name and your skill I don’t know much about you. Where are you from? What’s your story? Anytime I've ever seen a wastelander run down the street, he’s running from something. You’re the only girl I’ve ever seen who runs for fun." He barraged her with questions.

Frieda's mind raced and her heart jumped into her throat. She never got used to being asked about herself and always worried people could see through any story she offered. Conveniently for her, most didn't want much more from her than a look or, well, a "favour" and when she declined they moved on. Turn it around, he might forget he even asked. "I could ask you the same thing, Pawnee," she replied. She turned her body towards him so she was in a more comfortable, engaging position. "Are you from around here? You're a little young to be traveling alone, aren't you?"
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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 2:32 am

Harold. Grayditch diner 11:45am.

"Calm down, old boy," Jimmy said nervously, pulling away from Harold. He looked a little nervous as he backed up to a more comfortable distance. Leggio appeared guarded about his business in town, even though it had been Harold who informed him of Mr Moriarty's plans for the metro. Instead opting to make up a cover story.

"My family, wife a little daughter, would like to explore the surrounding area. Settlements and whatnot. Joe tells me you scouted the area, perhaps you would know of a nice, safe place. Preferably whit no armed guards sulking about, those types unnerve my poor wife so." Jimmy glanced around the room as he addressed the giant.

Safe place with no guards. He must mean hunting grounds. Mr Moriarty said he might ask about this. What was it he told me to say?

"Between here and megaton there is an abandoned town called Springvale. I hear there's been a couple of famillies sheltering there lately." Harold recited back to the slaver. He then paused and thought for a moment, before adding, "I'm sure your little girl would like to meet them."


Joe Rennie. Jesse's wall 11:50

"For now, yeah." Jesse answered, sounding slightly defensive. "It'll get better though. This is just the beginning. I'm going to try and seal off the whole area. Might take a couple of days, but time is all I got, right?"

Oh yes it certainly is. The longer I can keep you out of the way, the better.

Nick looked at the area. seeming to scan for vantage points. Eventually he said "Alright...I'd make a somewhat big watchtower like in Megaton if I were you. I do my best work sniping raiders before they even get within seeing range."

A watchtower. Perfect, Nick you are a [censored] genious. That could keep them busy for days. More than enough time for Leggio to bring his "stock" into town. We'll have to scout the metro tunnel. And by we I of course don't mean me.

Parker sighed. "But as of right now...my crew can manage, but we'll have to be pretty crafty about it..."

"How many men do would you need to complete a task like that Jesse? " Joe asked, looking genuinely interested. "There is a trader in town, you should see if he has anything useful. Also I hear there is a couple of engineers and a metal worker in town. You should look them up and see if they can help too.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:59 pm

Christopher McGallen Grayditch Diner 11:46



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Name: Christopher McGallen

Age: 29

six: Male

Basic physical appearance and attributes: He is 5'9 with pasty white skin and is out of shape having worked in the Citadel most of his life as a Scribe. He has unkept short Blond Hair with a short beard.
He wears glasses but doesn't have a huge need of them. He is missing his left hand.


Weapons and armour: Reprogrammed Enclave Eyebot. He wears a dirty lab coat with Dirty Pre-War clothing underneath.

Personality: He is a forceful and distant person, he almost seems to not care at most times. He thinks very little of human life and values technolgy over all.

Occupation: Ex-Brotherhood Scribe/ Robotics Expert

Faction: Grayditch

Backstory: Christopher McGallen was born in The Pitt shortly before The Scrouge. When the Brotherhood of Steel attacked his parents in a panic cut off his hand, as it had a large mutated growth on it. When the Brotherhood came to his house to see his parent had cut of his they shot them down without hesitation . Like all the other children in The Pit he was taken with the Brotherhood to The Citadel. He was trained and raised straight into the Order of Scribes because with one hand he could never be a Paladin. His whole life he admired Liberty Prime adoring its technology and every aspect of it,thus became his obsession with Pre-War technology and Robot. With the destruction of Liberty Prime he was heart-broken vowing to discover a relic of its magnitude and eventually help restore it to its former glory. One night he simply left the Citadel walking of into the wastes with only 10 days food and his tool set. He found eventually found himself in Megaton with little money and no food. He found a flier for Grayditch and is headed there to hopefully make money and survive a different notion from his rather sheltered life in the Citadel



Christopher woke to the sound of an explosion in the distance. He crawled out from under the overturned car that had served as his house for the night and stood up straight stretching his sore muscles. “That explosion must have been a car, they have a tendency to spontaneously explode” Christopher mumbled to himself as he bent over to reactivated the Eyebot that served as his pack mule/Body guard. He couldn't say it really offered much protection with it's low power laser and extremely venerable main body, but it was better then nothing.

With the Robot running diagnostics on it's systems he pulled out the flier for the town of “Grayditch.”It said they were resettling the area ,work and housing were available in the area, both he desperately needed. This was not his main attraction to the area though, with it being located a distance away from the Citadel the Brotherhood of Steel was not there to scoop up most of the Pre-War Tech.


The road before him was broken, cracked and supposedly the way to Grayditch. With the Eyebot following close behind he set of along the road. He walked for about ten minute before he glimpsed the town, it looked more like ruins but he could see people and a trader moving around. The town seemed to have some houses, a diner, a park, and what looked like some people working on a wall. The dinner had the sign “WELCUMMING CUMITTY” hanging on it and seemed to be were the most of the people were gathering.

Already a bad sign I should just leave this town must be run by inbred idiots, I do need shelter and food though...


He walked up to the diner carefully taking time to observe the people in it, there was an old man in rags and lanky boy talking to a woman with a plasma pistol hanging on here hip.

A Q-13 model plasma pistol... Commonly used by the Enclave. The Brotherhood captured 354 of them during the war, Hmmm, she also is wearing boot with the Enclave symbol... She could be a scavenger? I should inquire on that later but first I need to find who's in charge.


There was also two more men talking to each other and another woman behind the counter who looked like the owner. Walking up to the counter he politely says “Excuse me Mam, would you know who I should talk to about a job?”
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:21 pm

Cristian 'Cris' Ramesh

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Character sketches:
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Name:
Vivienne “Vee” Winters (Born last name Sommers)

Age:
78

six:
Female

Basic physical appearance and attributes:
At first glance, one would think Vee to be quite beautiful, with a trim, curvy feminine figure and soft features. In fact, one would rarely notice the dark circles under her eyes, the dry chapped lips, or the grayish gauntness to her skin. She appears to be of an indeterminate age, maybe early to late 30’s if you had to try and pin it. Her striking white hair is immaculately curled, her long lashed big brown eyes expressive, her full chapped lips in rouge. She wears quite a bit of makeup, though this isn’t excessively noticeable. She spends copious amounts of time on her appearance, though this is in part due to the fact that she is a ghoul, a secret that so far, she has been able to keep to herself. Her body is in the process of transforming, though it has been quite slow and she has yet to lose much flesh or hair. Thin hair and a small bald spot are trivial enough to be carefully concealed with styled hair and the most advanced areas of her body, her rotting right arm and shoulder, are always covered in full length sleeves and gloves, even at rest. The skin up her neck to her right ear has also rotten, but over the years she's had new skin carefully grafted over, the only remnant of the procedures a small, barely noticeable scar.

She wears black leather leggings, tall boots and a fitted leather top. Her outfits, while cut to accentuate her curves, tend not to show even a peep of skin – even at home she wears long sleeves with gloves. At her neck lies a locket with a picture of her late husband.

She has a bit of a soft touch, is unusually weak and yet quick and agile, her movements almost catlike in their easy grace. As a ghoul, she has an immunity to radiation and ferals fail to attack her in the few instances she comes across them.

Weapons and armour:
Hunting revolver
Dart gun
Reinforced Leather Armor
Stimpaks

Personality:
Vee is confident, charming and reckless. She’s very perceptive, quick to gauge others’ motives, her big brown eyes alert and probing. She’s proud and vain, with a sharp mind and talent for repairing, jury-rigging and inventing new weapons. Vee can lean towards selfish motives and taking advantage of others, though she’s hoping for a quieter, simpler life in Greyditch. Despite this, she is very likeable, friendly, flirty and funny. When she meets new people she likes to engage them in small talk, cracking jokes and gauging their personalities. While on the outside she appears controlled, inside she battles with self loathing and fear – fear of her future as a ghoul, a future where she’ll lose her good looks that she’s often relied upon, and further the degradation of her brain into feral madness. She also still privately grieves her husband’s passing, has obsessive compulsively taken on some of his habits, like lighting up a smoke after a meal or checking locks multiple times, in an attempt to not forget him – with time her memories of him seem to fade, which she fights against. She can also be absentminded and forgetful of small details, which bothers her greatly as she sees this as the beginning of the fall. For whatever reason, call it genetics, she is also extremely lucky – always coming out of a sticky situation intact. Due to this, and her philosophy of going out in a blaze of youthful glory rather than a slow death devoid of dignity, she will often act without caution, almost trying to will an “early” end…

Occupation:
Retired weapons business heiress/owner/manager/inventor of Sommers Inc, retired mercenary
General store shopkeep, tinkerer, repairs

Faction:
Greyditch

Backstory:
Vivienne was born into a wealthy family in Tenpenny Towers. She grew up spoiled, priviledged and prejudiced towards ghouls, supermutants and scavengers. Vee’s paternal grandfather, an inventor, had started a prosperous large scale weapons dealership that Vee’s parents later inherited. Despite living in luxury, they coveted a collection of schematics for a few rare weapons, among them the dart gun, that Vee’s grandfather possessed. Vee’s grandfather, however, had long ago become a ghoul and taken up residence in Warrington Station, refusing contact with his family. Vee’s father kept his father’s descent into ghoulhood a secret, as they considered it a stain on their family name.

As a teenager, her parents joined a raiding party into Warrington Station, hoping to personally confront and kill him, as well as take the schematics, but only one person ended up returning, a hired mercenary that noone knew much about. The survivor continued to stay at Tenpenny for awhile, nursing his wounds, and Vee, still young, grieving the loss of her parents, and struggling to overtake operations of the family business, Sommers Inc., befriended him out of loneliness. The mercenary, Frank, intended to move on after recovering, but the two ended up falling in love. Frank revealed that her parents had come upon her grandfather, but discovered that he had descended into madness, a feral ghoul. They killed him and had found the abandoned collection of schematics, but soon after were overwhelmed by an ambush of ‘zombies’. Frank admitted to grabbing the schematics from the panicking couple and making a run for it while the raiding party battled for their lives. Struggling with remorse for his cowardice, he gave them to Vee and stayed on in Tenpenny Tower, helping her run the business as they developed new weapons together. The two traveled the wastelands together, overseeing shipments and meeting business partners abroad. Vee had inherited her parents’ savvy, cutthroat business sense, though her good looks helped in getting a little more out of her business partners. While already having grown up learning to use the guns that her parents produced, Frank taught her how to survive in the wastelands.

Time passed, and Vee, plagued by the thought that perhaps her parents or other survivors of the raiding party were still alive, trapped in the tunnels, decided to journey inside to see for herself. Frank, still regretful for abandoning her parents, wouldn’t let her go alone, and they hired a group to accompany them. They took their time in the tunnels, Vee checking the remnants of bodies for anything familiar. Eerily quiet, they descended further into the ruins, their group breaking up more as the hours passed. Vee, thinking she recognized in a fallen form the distinctive logo of their company that her parents’ outfits bore, splintered off but distracted, failed to notice a glow that was coming from a nearby tunnel. The glow became impossible to ignore, and she turned towards it confused, to see a glowing ghoul hissing at her. She screamed, the ghoul threw forth a blast of glowing radiation, and she fell unconscious.

When she woke, Frank told her that the party had heard her scream and brought down the glowing ghoul and it’s feral companions, with a couple of casualties, and taken Vee back to safety. While she had recovered, the flesh of her right arm seemed to be healing very slowly.

The two continued their business together over the years, married, but were unable to conceive. As they grew old together, Vee didn’t seem to show as much signs of age, though the appearance of her right arm never really seemed to heal properly, and the rash seemed to be spreading slowly.

Over time, Vee realized what she was becoming, but kept it a secret from those around her, hiring expert plastic surgeons in confidence to graft new skin and maintain her look, though it also seems to eventually take on the rotting of her own decaying flesh.

Frank died in his early 50’s from a bad heart, Vee doting upon him in his last few fading years of fragility. She put a close partner in charge of the business, maintaining long distance contact, and traveled out anonymously into the wastelands, knowing that as she continued to grow older she wouldn’t be able to keep her transformation into ghoulhood a secret, and quite conceivably many of her business associates, as shallow, ruthless and prejudiced against ghouls as her family had been, would either pull out or altogether try to take it from her. She wandered the wastelands, sometimes hiring herself out as a mercenary, sometimes falling into recluse for periods of time, musing over her future. She occasionally uses her business contacts to make long distance deals, and has taken up an assistant, Cristian Ramesh, son of her former business partner Marcus Ramesh, in the last few years, who follows her, organizes her affairs, and performs many cosmetic surgeries for her, the only one to know of her affliction.

After decades wandering the wastelands, she hears news of Greyditch’s oncoming development and hopes to settle down, at least for awhile, tired of traveling. She keeps her former identity a secret and goes by a fake last name, Winters. She continues to maintain long distance contact with her business partner, Marcus Ramesh, father of Cristian, who’s taken over for her at Sommers Inc.

Name:
Cristian “Cris” Ramesh

Age:
38

six:
Male

Basic physical appearance and attributes:
Cris is tall, of average build, with a strong nose that looks like it may have been broken a few times, yet fine boned features. He is of half Persian and half German descent, with olive skin and shoulder length wavy black hair. His glasses hide his startling blue, calculating eyes. He’s not particularly strong or athletic, and doesn’t look particularly intimidating.

He wears black leather pants and boots, a faded black button down shirt underneath a leather vest and armlets, and over it all, a dusty brown cowl with goggles and several pouches of instruments and supplies.

Weapons and armour:
Combat shotgun
Frag grenades, bottlecap mines
Leather Armour
Agood supply of chems; Stimpaks, Antidotes, Rad-X, etc

Stimpaks

Personality:
Cris is best described as intense and very intelligent. He comes across as somewhat cold and distant, arrogant, sarcastic, with minimal expression. To Vivienne and the few he trusts, he is thoughtful, extremely loyal and compassionate. To patients he can be a bit cold or a bit compassionate, depending on his mood or the situation. Unlike his parents, he carries no particular prejudices against ghouls or anyone, usually. He’s a very organized, logical person, with excellent memory and a good knowledge of anatomy and physiology. His coordination is good, with a precise touch, and is also decently skilled with explosives and traps. Cristian enjoys the adventure of the wastelands, and while not specifically reckless, doesn’t shy away from danger. However, growing up priviledged in Tenpenny Towers, he also has a love for the finer things in life. He has no moral issues with dealing chems, even harshly addictive ones, on a small scale. He is minorly addicted to Mentats himself, especially at work, and drinks a little bit more than he should.

Occupation:
Retired mercenary
Assistant to Vivienne Winters, medic/doctor

Faction:
Greyditch

Backstory:
Cristian was born into a wealthy family residing in Tenpenny Towers. His father Marcus, a tough business man in the employ of Vivienne Sommers, worked closely with the heiress and her husband developing and dealing weapons. His mother Elisa was very intelligent, if somewhat coldly distant, and was a skilled doctor and plastic surgeon. Growing up, Cristian took more interest in his mother’s trade than emulating his brawny, intimidating father. He and his father never grew particularly close, as it was generally understood that Marcus had hoped for a tougher, brasher son to join him in the weapons business. When he was 15, Vivienne’s husband Frank died and soon after, she put Cristian’s father Marcus in charge of the company and disappeared to “work abroad”. Marcus and his family were loyal to the Sommers family, and kept the company under control, quelling usurpers and maintaining the business. Vivienne maintained irregular long distance contact with the Maresh family, her communications brief, forwarding a new business contact, advising for certain business decisions, etc.
Unbeknownst to Vivienne, Cristian’s mother Elisa alone suspected the heiress’ ghoulish affliction and though she had always been as prejudiced as everyone else in Tenpenny Towers, seemed to take pity on the long-time family friend in her old age, though they were never particularly close. Elisa trained Cristian as a doctor and when he was 20, sent him after Vivienne in the wastelands to be her assistant. She told him of her suspicions, and sent him to be a comfort to the widowed Vivienne, to slow her progress into ghoulhood.
Cristian obeyed his mother’s wishes, eager to leave Tenpenny Towers and see the wastelands for himself. Knowing that she had been residing in Rivet City for a short while, he made the journey with the help of a hired escort and did indeed find her there, living a secluded life apart from the other citizens. He explained he had been sent as an assistant to her, to maintain her contact with the business and she reluctantly accepted his company. Only much later did he broach the subject of her affliction, offering his acceptance of it, and assistance as her aide.
Cristian had grown up admiring his father’s employer, the beautiful and stylish Vivienne, and as an advlt was happy enough to become warden to the ailing heiress, especially since this allows him to travel. As the years passed, they moved from city to city together, taking the odd mercenary job here and there, and Vivienne eventually began to trust Cristian, letting him take care of her affairs and occasionally using his skills as a surgeon to help her maintain her human appearance.
Now that Vee is looking to settle down for awhile in Greyditch, Cris is content to follow her, and set up shop as doctor if there is space for one.


11:40am Grayditch outskirts

I hope Greyditch delivers. I’m not sure about this quiet country life that Vee’s suddenly set upon… I suppose she just wants something different for awhile. Me, I’ll be missing the Brahmin Wellington at the Ultra-Luxe…

Cris was taken out of his mouth-watering reverie as Vee, ahead of him, paused, indicating they were at the outskirts of the settlement. Breathing heavily, she shifted the heavy pack on her back.

“Are you alright, Vee?” Cris asked, a hint of worry in his voice. The pack he was carrying was weighing on him as well.

“I’m fine,” she panted heavily. “Can’t start a new life without supplies, right?”

She pushed her hood aside, her silvery white impeccably styled waves of hair shining brightly in the blazing sunlight. Below them, they could see a short young woman welcoming a trader into town, a pack Brahmin by his side loaded with supplies. A few men were leisurely walking and chatting, a dog was barking playfully at another Brahmin in the road. The ghoul corpses of the previous night were nowhere to be seen.

Cris watched the peaceful scene, his cowl still wrapped tightly around his neck and mouth to protect against dust. Relaxing, he removed his goggles and let them hang around his neck, running a hand through his dark hair.

“Well, still not much to look at, but it seems a friendlier place than yesterday,” Cris muttered to himself.

Vivienne was checking her makeup in a small tarnished silver compact. She reapplied her signature red lipstick to her chapped lips and then turned to Cris. “How do I look?”

Her big, long-lashed brown eyes watching him expectantly, he couldn’t help but smile.

The same haunting beauty I admired when I was a child, frozen in time.. Fading into greys like a photograph rather than aging..

“Immaculately conceived as always,” Cris replied, his usual response.

Vee smiled and reached over, pulling down the cowl that concealed his mouth and wiping away a smudge on Cris’ nose. “Keep that smile going, Cris. On your best behaviour, I don’t want your curmudgeonly ways to offend the locals.”

“I’m sure these backwards rednecks wouldn’t understand good manners if they saw them, anyway,” he muttered. He squinted, suddenly noticing a sign above a ruined diner that read “Welcumming Cummitty”. He pointed at it, looking at Vee for a response. “Really, Vee? This is where we’re settling down? They’re more in need of a schoolhouse than a doctor.”

“Now now, play nice,” Vivienne said, giving him a look as they meandered down into town. Cris compulsively checked for the combat shotgun strapped to his back as they neared a group of men.

A shorter, scruffier man was asking "How many men do would you need to complete a task like that Jesse? There is a trader in town, you should see if he has anything useful. Also I hear there are a couple of engineers and a metal worker in town. You should look them up and see if they can help too.”

Vivienne approached them with a big smile, waving. “Salutations, friends! We heard word that Greyditch is rebuilding and we’d like to lend a hand. My name is Vivienne Winters, but feel free to call me ‘Vee’. I’m good with repairs, especially arms, and I’ve a friend or two abroad who I might be able to send me supplies this way for the beginnings of a general store.” She patted the heavy pack at her back. “And I’ve got a few things that might be of interest on me, for now.”

Cris nodded. “I’m Cristian Ramesh. If you’re in need of a town doctor, I offer my services.” He motioned towards a large pouch to his side full of chems; stimpaks, rad-x, and mentats were visible among others.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 2:12 pm

Jesse Christophe

The man now known as Nick shook his hand before beginning to scan the area. "Alright...I'd make a somewhat big watchtower like in Megaton if I were you. I do my best work sniping raiders before they even get within seeing range." He sighed. "But as of right now...my crew can manage, but we'll have to be pretty crafty about it..."

Yeah, I'm the town servant now, right? he grimaced, but held his tongue.

"How many men do would you need to complete a task like that Jesse? " Joe asked, looking genuinely interested.

"I don't know." he shrugged. "Three?"

"There is a trader in town, you should see if he has anything useful. Also I hear there is a couple of engineers and a metal worker in town. You should look them up and see if they can help too." he added.

"Yeah, we're gonna need the metal worker to weld everything up once it's set up. Until then I only require brute force. That ape of yours might be useful." he said, stroking his beard.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by two more entrants to the small settlement. A rather attractive pale haired woman accompanied by a slick middle aged man with dark hair.

“Salutations, friends! We heard word that Greyditch is rebuilding and we’d like to lend a hand. My name is Vivienne Winters, but feel free to call me ‘Vee’. I’m good with repairs, especially arms, and I’ve a friend or two abroad who I might be able to send me supplies this way for the beginnings of a general store.” She patted the heavy pack at her back. “And I’ve got a few things that might be of interest on me, for now.” he lady introduced herself.

“I’m Cristian Ramesh. If you’re in need of a town doctor, I offer my services.” the man added.

"Good to meet you folks." Jesse replied, nodding to each one in turn. "The names Jesse Christophe. I'm sure we could use both of you, especially a doc!" he chuckled, before looking at Joe for confirmation.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 6:06 pm

OOC: am I invisible or something?

James Wilson – Greyditch dinner – 11.47am

“Excuse me Mam, would you know who I should talk to about a job?” a one-armed guy with a eyebot had walked into the dinner and ask who was in charge.
Looks like a Scientist, he could be useful but what happened to his arm.

Walking outside the dinner, a group of people had gathered around the regulator whilst walking towards them two people; an middle-aged woman & man arrived in town and introduced themselves.

Salutations, friends! We heard word that Greyditch is rebuilding and we’d like to lend a hand. My name is Vivienne Winters, but feel free to call me ‘Vee’. I’m good with repairs, especially arms, and I’ve a friend or two abroad who I might be able to send me supplies this way for the beginnings of a general store.” She patted the heavy pack at her back. “And I’ve got a few things that might be of interest on me, for now.”

“I’m Cristian Ramesh. If you’re in need of a town doctor, I offer my services.” “Good to meet you folks." Jesse replied, nodding to each one in turn. "The names Jesse Christophe. I'm sure we could use both of you, especially a doc!" finally a doctor, my broken arm is killing me

“hello, sorry to interrupt, the name James wilson, if you’re the doctor Mr Ramesh I need some stimpacks”, pointing at his broken arm. whilst waiting for a reply , James turned to the regulator “ hello, Jessie is it, I heard you are bulid a town wall, need any help, also you can borrow my generator to power any powertools if you want.”
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:16 pm

Duncan Talson

Duncan stood back and regarded his new home, seems pretty stable and if the wind kicks up should be sturdy enough to withstand it. he drained the rest of his whiskey and started to unpack his trailer. The things he wanted to keep, like the whiskey he placed in his tent everything else he rearranged and left in the trailer. When he got to the wrist screen as he had dubbed it from now on, he regarded it carefully. Gonna take a lot more than a bit of scrap metal to fix this doo-hickey up he thought glumly to himself not even my bare basics of electronics would help, he was right. The device looked like it was missing two buttons and the side had been torn off in some miraculous display of strength along with majority of the internal components. He put it aside then emptied out his pack and set things up to suit his tastes. When he was finished he exited the tent and judged it to be about midday or there abouts.

He gave a small grunt of satisfaction then headed towards the town proper. His time as a trader had taught him a valuable lesson ‘make connections with the right people’ which would help make life easier, after all if he was going to live with these people he may as well get to know a couple of them and he was interested in the ‘farm’ he had seen earlier, hell he may even find a person with a thorough understandings of electronics to help him with the wrist screen. He gave a laugh at this thought and headed back towards the trader.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 6:07 pm

Jimmy Leggio
"Between here and megaton there is an abandoned town called Springvale. I hear there's been a couple of famillies sheltering there lately," Harold replied. He paused for a moment before adding, "I'm sure your little girl would like to meet them."

Jimmy frowned. "Let's hope so, ey chum? Well, I best be off, things to do, people to see. Thanks for the help Harold." Jimmy slipped by the man and went outside, to where there seemed to be a small crown gathering. Jimmy approached them. He heard one man talking, in the direction of two people Jimmy had yet to see in Grayditch, a woman covered in makeup with some sort of shawl around herself, and a man with what seemed like a broken nose.

"Hello, sorry to interrupt, the name James wilson, if you’re the doctor Mr Ramesh I need some stimpacks,” the man, Wilson said pointing to his arm. Ah a doctor, useful, Jimmy thought. He noticed the regulator who was standing next to Rennie and Parker.

"Ah, you must be the regulator. I'm Jimmy Johnson, I believe you would like the use of some of my men?" Jimmy asked. He raised his arm to the regulator and smiled. "I may need them today, my family are going on a little trip, but once we get back I'll happily supply you."
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 5:21 pm

OOC: I have controlled Celeste to the extent that she served us our food (hey, I'm hungry :P)

12:00PM
--Pawnee--

Pawnee nodded to himself, "what about you, Frieda? Besides your name and your skill I don’t know much about you. Where are you from? What’s your story? Anytime I've ever seen a wastelander run down the street, he’s running from something. You’re the only girl I’ve ever seen who runs for fun."

Frieda went a bit pale, like she didn't know how to answer. There was a brief pause.

Guess she's one of those people who don't talk about their past. . .either she's ashamed of it or she's trying to hide something.

"I could ask you the same thing, Pawnee," Freida turned her body towards Pawnee so she was in a more engaging position. "Are you from around here? You're a little young to be traveling alone, aren't you?"

Bet she's trying to hide something then.

"No fair. I asked you first," Pawnee grinned, "I'm from Virginia. Little backwater called Copper Forks. My mom and dad farmed maize, but were killed by raiders. I lived with my older brothers for a few years, but they joined up with a raider set down in Norfolk. I ain't a killer or a thief so I split and came here. I'm not as young as you make me out to be - pretty sure I'm eighteen - just haven't always had enough to eat so I'm skin and bones most of the time."

Celeste returned with the trio's food and drink and Pawnee readied himself for the feast.

"Listen Frieda," Pawnee picked up a spoon, "you don't seem too fond of talking about your past, and that's okay with me. Just know that I don't judge people on what they've done or who they were - I've done a lot I'm not so proud. If you ever want to open up or just let it trickle out bit by bit, your secrets or whatever are safe with me."

Pawnee passed the pungent sack back to Drifter, "and Drifter, thanks for. . .this. . .but if its what ya gave me yesterday, I'll have to pass for the moment. Once I get through this chow, I'm going out on another scavenging run - running a bit low on caps as is - and for that I need a clean head."

A hot steam of instamash wafted up and into Pawnee's nose. He salivated, readied his utensils, and eagerly dug in.
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Joe Rennie. Jesse's wall 11:55am

Three days? Should be plenty of time for Leggio to get the slaves in and get himself set up. If we had time, I'd like to find where the metro tunnel goes, it would be far more convenient for me if we could bring the slaves in and out a long way from town.

"Yeah, we're gonna need the metal worker to weld everything up once it's set up. Until then I only require brute force. That ape of yours might be useful." he said, stroking his beard.

Ape? I wouldn't let Harold hear you call him that. Well, unless I ever need to get rid of you that is. Then I'd tell him.

Joe smiled a the regulator, "Yes Harold does appear well suited to manual labor doesn't he?" He let out a small chuckle. It would get him out of my way too, it's a great idea Jesse. "Well I'll probably need him around some of the time, things to do myself you see. But, I'll make sure you have his services as often as I can spare them."

As they were talking Joe watched a new couple approaching the town. As they neared Joe could tell that it was a man and a women. The man looked quite slick and wore a cowl covering some of his face, while the woman... Joe found something hauntingly beautiful about the woman. She was incredibly pale, with bright red lips. There was something a little off about her, but Joe couldn't put his finger on what it was.

“Salutations, friends! We heard word that Greyditch is rebuilding and we’d like to lend a hand. My name is Vivienne Winters, but feel free to call me ‘Vee’. I’m good with repairs, especially arms, and I’ve a friend or two abroad who might be able to send me supplies this way for the beginnings of a general store.” She patted the heavy pack at her back. “And I’ve got a few things that might be of interest on me, for now.” he lady introduced herself.

“I’m Cristian Ramesh. If you’re in need of a town doctor, I offer my services.” the man added.

"Good to meet you folks." Jesse replied, nodding to each one in turn. "The names Jesse Christophe. I'm sure we could use both of you, especially a doc!" he chuckled, before looking at Joe for confirmation.

"Absolutely, we are in need of both." It's surprising really. This town could be a real sucess if Colin didn't want to rip everyone off. "It's a pleasure to meet the pair of you. I'm Joe. Joe Rennie, head of security."

As Joe welcomed the newcomers he saw the man with the broken arm, James round the corner from the diner, closely followed by Leggio. James walked right up to the new fellow and said “hello, sorry to interrupt, the name James wilson, if you’re the doctor Mr Ramesh I need some stimpacks”, pointing at his broken arm. whilst waiting for a reply , James turned to the regulator “ hello, Jessie is it, I heard you are bulid a town wall, need any help? Also you can borrow my generator to power any powertools if you want.”

Before Jesse could answer, Jimmy approached him and said "Ah, you must be the regulator. I'm Jimmy Johnson, I believe you would like the use of some of my men?" Jimmy asked. He raised his arm to the regulator and smiled. "I may need them today, my family are going on a little trip, but once we get back I'll happily supply you."

Joe looked around at the various conversations happening around him. "Well, I need to be getting on people. Jesse, I'll send Harold to assist you as soon as I can spare him. James, that is very good of you, I'm sure the town will appreciate the use of your generator." He turned to the new pair "As for you, I can see you are already busy doctor. Miss winters, welcome to Grayditch." Joe took her gloved hand and kissed the back of it, playing the old school gentleman. "Once you have gotten aquainted with the locals, pick a building for yourself and begin setting up shop." He turned and began to stroll in the direction of the trader.

"I'm sure I'll see you all around town soon enough."
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FRIEDA -- 12 PM

Celeste barely gave a smile as she set food down in front of them. She really doesn't like me. Frieda had become used to the scowls of other women she met in the Wasteland, and it always made her a little sad inside. It was clear that she and Celeste wouldn't mesh on an intellectual level, anyways, but Frieda hadn't done anything to the younger woman to result in such cold behaviour. She didn't even ask Frieda if she had wanted something to eat, which was just as well -- she'd rummage something up for herself later and drank her water.

She couldn't help but feel impressed that someone as young as Pawnee drank whiskey to start his day. She expected that more from the likes of Drifter.

"Listen Frieda," Pawnee picked up a spoon, "you don't seem too fond of talking about your past, and that's okay with me. Just know that I don't judge people on what they've done or who they were - I've done a lot I'm not so proud. If you ever want to open up or just let it trickle out bit by bit, your secrets or whatever are safe with me." He dug in.

Maybe. You seem a bit of a swindler, so I don't know about trust just yet. If only you knew my secret is that I don't know my own secrets.

A newcomer walked in, and nothing about his dirty clothing or appearance really caught her eye -- but he was followed by a hovering robot. He seemed to pause when he saw her, too, but that robot. She closed her eyes for a moment as images flashed through her mind of staring at a light, multiple images of similar robots hovering in her vision, and garbled voices.

She shivered and felt slightly dizzy.

Frieda rose and placed her hand on Pawnee's shoulder. "Hey, I'll...catch up with you later. Be careful out there." She put a handful of caps onto the counter next to his bowl and turned to leave. She locked eyes with the newcomer and gave him a brief nod before hurrying out into the street. She decided to try and catch up with Vict and start working on clearing out a workspace.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 10:26 pm

CELESTE BROWN -- 12:05 PM

Celeste piled up the dishes she dirtied in making Drifter his breakfast. She looked around, certain James had sat down, but didn't see him anymore. A man wearing a dirty lab coat and being followed by a round robot came up to the counter and addressed her softly. “Excuse me Ma'am, would you know who I should talk to about a job?”

Add another wrinkle. "Hi there, welcome to Grayditch!" she greeted him happily. "You can inquire right here about a job, and I'll do the best I can to help you." She put a fist on her hip and smiled. "What kind of work are you looking for? Do you have a trade?"

Celeste noticed out of the corner of her eye that Frieda was standing up and leaving without having touched her food. She was going to call after her about paying for her items but Frieda seemed to leave some caps next to Pawnee. What a strange woman. She turned her attention back into the diner and saw Harold had stepped in. Poor Harold. He must need a friend, too.

"Harold, come sit down and let me get you a drink. Are you hungry? Dad just sent me a bunch of stuff, I bet I have what you're craving." She beckoned him over. As he moved, she saw Joe kiss the hand of a woman outside and felt more than a twinge of jealousy.

Who the hell is that?!
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 5:54 pm

Jesse Christophe

Suddenly, a broken armed man made his presence known to the small crowd gathered near the makeshift wall. He first asked the newly introduced doctor for some help before turning his attention to the Regulator. “hello, Jessie is it, I heard you are bulid a town wall, need any help, also you can borrow my generator to power any powertools if you want.”

Before he could reply, yet another man appeared to speak to him.

"Ah, you must be the regulator. I'm Jimmy Johnson, I believe you would like the use of some of my men?" Jimmy asked. He raised his arm to the regulator and smiled. "I may need them today, my family are going on a little trip, but once we get back I'll happily supply you."

Jesse's smile broadened. Looks like people are finally beginning to get with the program.

"That'll be just great, Mr. Johnson. Thank you, James." he thanked each of them.

"Well, I need to be getting on people. Jesse, I'll send Harold to assist you as soon as I can spare him. James, that is very good of you, I'm sure the town will appreciate the use of your generator." Joe said.

Merely nodding, Jesse waved at the man.

"I'm sure I'll see you all around town soon enough." Joe added in a regular tone, but for some reason it struck the old Regulator as a rather odd thing to say.

It's just your old mind playing tricks. Nevermind it. he thought to himself.

"Well, since we got the manpower, let's get to it! I doubt it'll take more than a day now!" he exclaimed excitedly. Some progress at last.
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12:00PM. . .ish

--Pawnee--

Pawnee scarfed down his meal ravenously. He hadn't had such a large meal in quite a while. Once finished, he threw back the whiskey shot and elbowed Drifter.

"Gotta run, old man," Pawnee grinned, "I'll come looking for you later, if you're okay to share some of that. . .bud?"

Pawnee sat up from the table and gathered his things. On his way out of the diner, he saw Celeste talking to a man in a dirty lab coat.

"See ya later Celeste," Pawnee slipped past her and the man, and then almost brained himself on a small floating robot that was hanging in the air behind him.

The robot made a loud 'ting' when he came into contact with it and something that sounded like a beep.

"Thing looks like a floating eye," Pawnee scrunched his face at the strange contraption while rubbing a newly formed bump on his head.

The robot seemed to stare back at Pawnee with a soulless camera lens.

"I don't like it. . .," Pawnee muttered. He exited the diner, and squinted under the afternoon sun.

Towards the front of Greydtich, Joe and the regulator were talking to two new arrivals - a man and a woman. Several other people were milling about, including Jimmy and the man with a broken arm.

As Joe began to ease his way out of the crowd, Pawnee approached him.

"Quite a pow-wow you have going on out here," Pawnee quipped, "you asked me to keep an eye out for a package for ya, Joe. The caravaner in town has it, but he'll only give it to you."

Pawnee winked at Joe and then walked on, through the crowd.

He paused, regarding the new arrivals. The woman among them was pale and very pretty, but something about her seemed. . .off. While she looked young - in her 30's maybe - the way she carried herself hinted at an unusual level of maturity. She had an airy, ethereal presence, like a ghost.

"Howdy mam," Pawnee gave her a curt bow, scanning her up and down to try and figure out what had given him that eerie feeling. He then peered over at the man next to her, "sir."

Pawnee clicked his tongue and then clapped his hands together and whistled loudly for Buck. The dog came charging down Greydicth's main drag and up to his master, panting heavily.

Pawnee gave Buck a quick rub down and then they began to walk outside of Greyditch, into the lonely wastes, intending to return before dark.
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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 5:42 am

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Drifter got up and let Pawnee out of the booth when he nudged him.Drifter retied the sack of "Vegas Baby" and stuck it back in his pocket.

"Gotta run, old man," Pawnee grinned, "I'll come looking for you later, if you're okay to share some of that. . .bud?"

"Sure thing.If you need me,I'll probably be spending most of the day behind the shack,tending the crops."

As Pawnee walked out,Drifter noticed a man in a stained lab coat with a robot hovering behind him.

What the hell is that thing...

Drifter raised an old bushy eyebrow at the robot.He wasn't a fan of robots,but the thing seemed tame enough.

He got up from the booth,carrying his dishes to Celeste at the counter.

"I'm afraid I'm capless at the moment honey,but I'll make up for it when we have this town dinner."

Drifter stepped out of the diner,lifting his hand over his eyes to gaze upon the newcomers.

This town has a bright future...I can almost see it.

He walked over to the back of the shack,and stopped in his tracks,gawking.

The crops were a foot tall!

He stepped over to the garden in disbelief.

"That [censored] worked!"

The corn was a foot tall,and the potato and carrot sprouts were nearly half a foot,unusual for underground plants.The buffalo gourd was the size of a baseball.

"I can't believe it..."

After staring for a moment,Drifter proceeded to plant the "Vegas Baby" seeds in the last empty spot.Taking the vial out of his pocket,he put a drop over each seed.

"I can't wait to see how this bud turns out."

Excitedly,Drifter called for all to hear

"Hey people!Come take a look at these crops!You never seen such a thing in your life,I guarantee it!"
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