CELESTE BROWN ~~ her house ~~ afternoon

“ no I came to see how you where doing, I heard you fainted in the diner , I would of brought some “get well soon” flowers but they all died out around here, anyway how are you doing Celeste?” James asked her.

Is that a joke? I just told Duncan this morning how much I miss flowers. "I'm okay," she replied, realizing they were missing someone. She turned her full attention to Pawnee.

"Frieda's not with you?" Celeste pushed some hair behind her ear. "I saw you three leave town this morning. You forgot our breakfast date," she teased.

Pawnee continued to frown. "Aww, honey, I'm fine, really. There was a lot of commotion, some men in rough shape, a bunch of people yelling, it was..." she sighed. "It was too much for me, but I'm fine now. Honest." She held her arms open. "Do you need a hug?"

She didn't really expect him to take her up on the offer, and motioned behind him to the only usable table in the room, where the little music box sat. "It works perfectly, by the way."

--Afternoon--
-- Celeste’s House--
--Pawnee--

"Frieda's not with you?" Celeste turned to Pawnee, "I saw you three leave town this morning. You forgot our breakfast date.”

“Didn’t forget. . .got sidetracked,” Pawnee frowned, “you really okay?”

"Aww, honey, I'm fine, really. There was a lot of commotion, some men in rough shape, a bunch of people yelling, it was," Celeste sighed. "It was too much for me, but I'm fine now. Honest." She held her arms open. "Do you need a hug?"

Pawnee recoiled, “are you serious?”

Celeste laughed off his reaction, motioning him to the only usable table in the room.

The music box was sitting on top of it.

"It works perfectly, by the way,” Celeste pointed to it.

“Good. Looks real nice there. James, Frieda, and were just out on a walk, getting a look at the terrain around Greyditch. Frieda went back to her shop,” Pawnee fidgeted, “Well I’m glad to see you're okay. I came back into town and saw Joe and Duncan carrying you here and thought the worst.”

Pawnee stood up from his seat and went to leave, “see you at dinner I guess. I’ll check by the diner. . .”

Pawnee walked outside and over to Spark and Flame. He hadn't gotten time with the power armor yet and wanted to try it on.

James wilson – Celeste house - afternoon


Good. Looks real nice there. James, Frieda, and were just out on a walk, getting a look at the terrain around Greyditch. Frieda went back to her shop,” Pawnee fidgeted, “Well I’m glad to see you're okay. I came back into town and saw Joe and Duncan carrying you here and thought the worst.” Good cover story….

“goodbye celeste , I will stop by the dinner later “

outside the guy in suit was still talking to nick in the dinner and Pawnee had entered the spark and flame.

Wonder whats on the other side of town

James decided to have a walk around the outside of town and within minutes he was outside Frieda’s house and the entance to an train station but upon seening a dead fire ant corpse by the doorway decided it was bad idea to even go near it..

James continued on walking down the street towards some houses, one looked like a shop and the "normal" destroyed per-war houses. However inside the middle house there was the lady James had seen yesterday with her young daugther….

CELESTE BROWN ~~ her house ~~ mid-afternoon

"I came back into town and saw Joe and Duncan carrying you here and thought the worst," Pawnee admitted.

How sweet, and here I thought the whole town forgot about me the moment they left the bar.

Pawnee muttered something about dinner. "Yes!" she called after him. "Big town dinner tonight, don't bring caps, all the food is free." James followed him out.

She sighed and turned to Duncan. "I better get cooking..."


FRIEDA ~~ Spark and Flame ~~ mid-afternoon

Frieda sat in the middle of the floor, surrounded by her tools, a number of dismantled lamps and other electrical appliances, batteries, and other associated debris. She was furiously dismantling and rewiring everything she found laying around the house turned workshop, everything she found in her house, and everything just laying around outside, in an attempt to distract herself from thinking about her flashbacks. Flashbacks that didn't stick around after they happened.

Frieda fed the cord back out through the base of a lamp when she heard the door to the workshop open. She looked up at the sound and saw Pawnee had walked in. "Hey," she greeted him, screwing the base back to the post of the lamp. She dusted her hands on her shorts and stood up, not needing to ask what brought the young man in. Frieda walked over to her personal locker, unlocked it, and pulled out the power armour.

"Safe and sound, as promised," she smiled.

Joe Rennie. Grayditch street. Morning.

Once Duncan had assured Joe that he would be fine looking after Celeste, Joe had left the house and gone looking for the doctor's house. He had gone round the streets several times, but the doctor was nowhere to be found.

He had tried looking in some of the houses, but stopped when he found Jesse passed out in his front room, stinking of booze.

Ha, that keeps you out of my way too. This is looking like a good day after all. I'll find the doctor, then I'll try to learn Drifter's secret. I'll even throw Jimmy a bone before I split, give him the plan. Then I'm gone. Hang on Joe, why are you even looking for the doc? The two guys at the diner just need a meal and Celeste. Well Celeste is just too dumb to think sometimes. Just got too much. So it's only Harold who needs a doctor, so why the hell would you keep looking?

"Be hard to get away if he's mobile again. Best to leave it." He turned and walked back to the diner.

Drifter was there at the counter, stripping and cleaning the plants he had grown. How to play this one? Seems a good sort, likes to get involved, help out. Try that Joe. Play on his human kindness. Help him out. But ask him direct questions. He seems like the "no BS" type that would respect that.

Joe approached the counter and pulled out his switchblade. He began to carefully remove the peel from one of the potatoes with the sharp blade.

"Going to be a busy day today. Hopefully Celeste will still be able to come to the party tonight, eh Drifter? Be a real shame if she missed it. Be good to get everyone together now that we aren't shooting ferals or stomping bugs. How're the boys?"

Ok, you've engaged him in conversation. Now what the hell do you know about growing stuff? Not much. It can grow quicker if you spread animal crap on it, or that other thing. What was it? Rotten food, stuff like that. What was it called?

"You know Drifter," Joe said after helping for a short while, "you should save up anything we don't use here, let it rot down a bit, then mix it into the soil." He glanced up at Drifter, his face flushing a little. "Sorry, I don't need to give you gardening tips do I? Ha, I gotta ask. How the hell did they grow so damn fast?" He laughed again as he asked his question.

Come on you crazy old bastard, I've helped you out a bit here. I'm on of the "Good ole boys" now. Why wouldn't you trust me?

--Afternoon--
--Spark and Flame--
--Pawnee--

Pawnee took a step inside of the shop.

“Hey," Frieda turned and greeted him. She dusted her hands on her shorts and stood up, walking over to her personal locker. She unlocked it and pulled out the power armor, “safe and sound, as promised.”

“Thanks for picking it up,” Pawnee retrieved his gear and shouldered it. He glanced around the workspace. Work tools and half-disassembled appliances littered the floor, ”you look like you’ve been a busy bee. . .Celeste is okay. She just fainted, I think. Too much stress for her to handle. She’s inviting everyone to a Greyditch town dinner. You should definitely come – free meal.”

Pawnee turned to leave, but then paused. He eyed Frieda once more, longingly.

Hmm. . .I’ve been pretty lucky today. . .probably shouldn’t push it. . .eh, what the hell?

“Hey, you want to get a drink with me? I’m a rich man now,” Pawnee grinned, “I can buy you whatever you want.”

Drifter - The Diner - Afternoon

Drifter cleaned the crops absentmindedly,concentrated fully on his work.Joe Rennie walked into the diner,and started helping him peel potatoes.Drifter grabbed the fresh peeled potato and stuck it in a bowl with the others.

"Going to be a busy day today. Hopefully Celeste will still be able to come to the party tonight, eh Drifter? Be a real shame if she missed it. Be good to get everyone together now that we aren't shooting ferals or stomping bugs. How're the boys?"

Drifter replied with a sigh, "Yeah,today sure is gonna be busy.I'm positive Celeste will be okay by tonight,she seems to enjoy her job.The boy over there is okay," Drifter motioned toward the boy in the booth, "But the slave ran off into the alleys somewhere.I ain't got the time to go find him."

Drifter and Rennie continued to peel potatoes and wash corn for a while,when Rennie said,

"You know Drifter,you should save up anything we don't use here, let it rot down a bit, then mix it into the soil." Rennie glanced up ,his face flushing "Sorry, I don't need to give you gardening tips do I? Ha, I gotta ask. How the hell did they grow so damn fast?" Rennie chuckled at the question.

"Well son,I'm actually keeping the corn husks to make rolling papers,and all these potato skins will be swept up to be made into compost for our next crop,which I'll be planting tomorrow.As for how they grew so fast,you could call it magic,or an act of god."

Leaning in close to Rennie,he whispered, "But it was really just a little help from the former residents of Grayditch."

Jimmy Leggio - Celeste's Diner - Afternoon

Jimmy sat next to the man and his girlfriend/wife/inbred lover. Jimmy observed the diner, making sure they couldn't be heard.

"Mr. Johnson, I don't take kindly to slavery. for 7 years, many of my contracts involved killing your kind and I don't intend to stop now. But...I'll keep quiet...if you do a service for me. Nothing big, you don't have to kill anyone. So how about it?"

Jimmy leaned forward and stared Parker coldly in the eyes. "Killing my kind? Son, is that a threat? Rennie is on my side, not yours." Jimmy reconsidered what he said. He didn't exactly want the slimy moron sitting opposite him knowing the Joe was in on the whole thing, that would just make things difficult for the both of them. "Sure, he doesn't know I'm a slaver, but he's nice to me, and I'm nice to him. He's basically the mayor of this town. So don't [censored] threaten me."

Jimmy leaned back in his chair and looked from Parker to the girl. "I'm not his wife," the woman mumbled.

"I could give a [censored] who you are," Jimmy snapped in response. "Now Parker, I don't want to make this awkward here. I'll hear your offer. But just know this, I owe you nothing. And while you've been apparently killing extremely rich slavers, I've been enslaving morons with guns and an awfully high opinion of themselves. Spit it out." Jimmy saw Parker glance behind where Jimmy was sitting. Jimmy turned and saw one of Nick's little bodyguards.

"And let's be honest, my hardened men could take out your little boys who like to play assassin any day of the week."

Duncan Talson

Duncan was was startled from his musings when he heard Celeste awaken ""Okay mummy I...hmmm...." Duncan heard her murmur. She then sat up in her bed and took in her surrorundings after a few seconds she recognized him "Duncan! What happened? There was...oh no! The man in the street, and Ryler in the diner. Oh no, are they okay?"

"They should be fine, the man Drifter and another one whose name I didn't catch are looking after them" he said calmly, truth be told, I have no idea As Celeste stood up Duncan went and offered her a hand to steady herself. When she was steady she placed a hand on the back of her head and let out a breath of pain "did I hit my head..."

"Well you fell over, thankfully it wasn't to nasty a fall, your head may be painful for a little while but it'll pass" she tried to make her way to the door but Duncan insisted she rest, she didn't heed him as she said "I feel fine, I just got overwhelmed for a second there. Let's go have another cup of coffee -- I know I need one."

"Well if you think your okay that's the best diagnosis I can have at the moment until we see the doc." They made their way down the stairs and two man were standing in the hallway. Duncan went for his .357 but was beaten to the draw....thankfully by Celeste with her words.

"Hi James, Pawnee, Don't tell me the line up at the diner stretches all the way into my house?"

Duncan couldn't help but let out a laugh, after being out cold for a few hours she still had enough energy to make jokes. Duncan didn't follow the conversation that ensued he was more preoccupied with a thread on his armour. He'd had a feeling that Pawnee had wanted this to be a private moment and would oblige him the best way possible.

He stopped playing with the thread when Celeste turned to him and more admitted than anything else "I better get cooking"

"Well if you insist Celeste i'd at least have one more hour of rest if I were you, although the dinner is tonight so it might not be the best course of action.... Tell you what, if you need a hand just feel free to ask, I still haven't got anything to do and i'd be more than happy to help." he paused for a second "Unless of course that is if you felt i wouldn't be getting under your feet" he added light heartedly.

Hawkeye awoke with a cold sweat, he couldn't sleep.

"They're coming after me..." he said "They're gonna find me!"

He stumbled around the streets, looking for someone who would care. But no one seemed to care about the slave who escaped from the Hell hole that was The Pitt. He went back to his little bed area, he went through his backpack and found 700 caps, he collected them in The Pitt, but they were apparently of value in the Capital Wasteland. He figured if the Slavers come looking for him, he could blend in with a suit. He dug around inside a dumpster, looking for something of value, food, water, medicine, clothing. Then, he found something that would be worth his while. A wastelander outfit, he figured anyone could play as a poor person, so he did. He would lay low, then join up with a military group like the Brotherhood.

"I sure hope they can't find me" he hid behind the dumpster

OOC: if it’s the wrong side I change it later


James Wilson – east Grayditch – afternoon

James had been walking around the east grayditch for 10 minutes and compared to the other street this one was a complete [censored] hole, almost every house (apart from Frieda's) had fallen down and were filled with dead fire- ant corpses and some guy was climbing inside a dumpster! However near the train station there was a couple of houses that looked livable....

The first few building were empty but it looked like someone had recently been inside and had clean them up, one looked like someone was turning it into a shop. In the house on end however the lady James had seen last night and her daughter were sitting on the couch, the lady had noticed James was outside and looked nervous and had a pistol on her….

[censored] what was her name again Louise, Lucy, Laura!

“ Hello Laura isn’t my name is James Wilson "

Joe Rennie. Celeste's diner. Afternoon.

"Well son, I'm actually keeping the corn husks to make rolling papers, and all these potato skins will be swept up to be made into compost for our next crop, which I'll be planting tomorrow. As for how they grew so fast, you could call it magic, or an act of god."

The old man leaned in close to Joe and whispered, "But it was really just a little help from the former residents of Grayditch."

Help from the locals? What does he know about the locals? I remember hearing something about the last reident being rescued and evacuated to rivit city. That was years ago. Nobody here since except ants and the odd raider. What do you know old man?

Joe leaned in a little closer himself. "Well now you've got me puzzled friend. nobodys lived here since before Eden was killed. Have you been here before?"

Laura Leggio - Her House - Afternoon

Laura sat on a couch in the main room of her home. She was cradling Lucille, who had just woken up and seemed to be hungry. She was swinging Lucille around in her arms when she felt something. Like someone was watching her. Laura stood up from the torn leather couch and looked out the window. A tall, slim man was looking through the window at her. Laura grabbed the 9mm Jimmy forced her to have at all times and walked steadily to the front door. She placed Lucille carefully down on a sturdy table next to the door and opened it.

“Hello Laura is it my name is James Wilson " the man greeted.

Laura lowered the 9mm and gave James a small smile. "Hello James, I'm Laura Johnson. So nice to see you." Laura walked towards the man named James Wilson.

"I'm sorry if I've been a little anti-social in my house. I just have been busy tending my child." Realising the man was a friendly citizen of Grayditch, Laura jogged back to the house and picked up Lucille.

"So, James. What is it you do here," Laura asked, cheerfully. The man seems nice, perhaps a bit odd.

James Wilson – east grayditch (outside Johnsons house) – afternoon


Laura lowered the 9mm and gave James a small smile. "Hello James, I'm Laura Johnson. So nice to see you."

"I'm sorry if I've been a little anti-social in my house. I just have been busy tending my child." Realising the man was a friendly citizen of Grayditch, Laura jogged back to the house and picked up Lucille.

"So, James. What is it you do here," Laura asked, cheerfully.

“well miss Johnson I run the Grayditch arms, a gun shop on other side of town with my assistant Sue Cooper. “ I’m sorry if I frightened you or your baby , I was having a walk around town and I didn’t think anyone lived on this side of town.”


she seems nice even if she is a bit anti-social athough why did she decide to settle on this side of town , there is nobody around.

OOC: gotta go now , if you start the town dinner before i get back ( around 8 - 10 hours ) feel free to control James & Sue

Nick Parker - Celeste's Diner - Afternoon

"Killing my kind? Son, is that a threat? Rennie is on my side, not yours," Jimmy said, "Sure, he doesn't know I'm a slaver, but he's nice to me, and I'm nice to him. He's basically the mayor of this town. So don't [censored] threaten me."

Nick gave a laugh. Money could influence him and what his group had the most of, was money. Especially considering if Allison did her job correctly, over 10,000 caps should be in the storage vault. Of course, even if she didn't do her job, they had about 5,000 caps to begin with for maintenance purposes and an emergency funding in case of an attack on the Fort.

"I could give a [censored] who you are," Jimmy snapped in response. "Now Parker, I don't want to make this awkward here. I'll hear your offer. But just know this, I owe you nothing. And while you've been apparently killing extremely rich slavers, I've been enslaving morons with guns and an awfully high opinion of themselves. Spit it out,"

Nick again laughed. "Just keep tabs on things that go around in town. When my squad is off duty, Katie just follows me around and the other three get drunk so we're not exactly good information brokers. So inform me of every public event, especially ones hosted by Celeste."

Jimmy saw Cyrus scanning the area for any signs of trouble. "And let's be honest, my hardened men could take out your little boys who like to play assassin any day of the week."

This time, Nick stood silent, his mind turning to the height of his power, slavers were no problem back then. Back then, he had the perfect squad.

"And that's why I come to you...Mr. Parker."
Nick studied the former slave for a bit before he smiled. "My friend...your problems will be gone. But you insult me by making me do this for free...why do you insult me?"
The slave looked confused. "Do you have no compassion? This slaver..."
Nick waved his hand to shut up. He gestured to Julie, his second in command and immediately, the slave saw three guns pointed directly at him. "Now, I want you to do me a service. Do this service and the slaver's friends will come one day to find a bullet lodged between his eyes."

"And that's what you think," Nick whispered just loud enough for Jimmy to hear.

FRIEDA ~~ Spark and Flame ~~ mid-afternoon

“Hey, you want to get a drink with me? I’m a rich man now,” Pawnee grinned, “I can buy you whatever you want.”

"Town dinner?" Frieda parroted. I'm sure Celeste would love to see me there. She'll just have to deal with it, though, since I live here now. "Sure, that sounds good. The drink sounds even better." She gathered up her tools into her bag and then locked them in her locker. She hadn't quite finished the second in a set of identical lamps, which she planned to give to Celeste in a sort of peace offering for the diner.

I'm just making a friend. Can't stay a loner forever.

"Shall we head over now? Or do you need to go put your face on?" she teased.

FLIRTING?! STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!

"You've got some dirt on your nose," she continued, taking an index finger and touching his face. Frieda led them out of the shop and closed the door behind her.




CELESTE BROWN ~~ Grayditch/the diner ~~ mid-afternoon

"Well if you insist Celeste i'd at least have one more hour of rest if I were you, although the dinner is tonight so it might not be the best course of action.... Tell you what, if you need a hand just feel free to ask, I still haven't got anything to do and i'd be more than happy to help." he paused for a second "Unless of course that is if you felt i wouldn't be getting under your feet" he added light heartedly.

Celeste could hear the concern in the man's voice, and felt touched. "You, sir, are going to sit in a nice seat and have some more coffee, and maybe a little lunch, and keep me company while I get cooking," she winked, leading him outside into the street. "Was I really out for that long? That's a little embarrassing," she continued.

As she entered the diner, she saw Drifter behind the bar, shucking corn and cleaning vegetables, and...Joe helping him. He looked over his shoulder as he heard her enter and she caught his eye, blushing slightly. "Oh, hi, Joe," she greeted him warily, still wondering what that kiss he blew her meant, from earlier. "Hi Drifter, got a head start on cooking, I see!"

Celeste looked over the vegetables, definitely impressed. "You grew this stuff overnight?!"

Drifter - The Diner - Mid-Afternoon


As Drifter was cleaning and cooking the veggies,Celeste walked in.

"Hi Drifter, got a head start on cooking, I see!"

"Sure did sweetheart.Can't have you doing everything,especially after that nasty fall you took earlier."

Celeste walked over to him and peered over his shoulder at the veggies.

"You grew this stuff overnight?!"

"Well,two nights.Like I told Joe here,there was magic in the air.Anyway,I'm not much of a cook,I'm mostly used to cooking things over campfires and such.We can share the cooking job for the dinner tonight,and I'll give you a hand in cleaning up afterward.Also,Joe,If it's okay with you,I'd like to make an announcement once everybody is settled in.Sort of like saying grace,but much more meaningful."

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ late afternoon

"Well,two nights.Like I told Joe here,there was magic in the air.Anyway,I'm not much of a cook,I'm mostly used to cooking things over campfires and such.We can share the cooking job for the dinner tonight,and I'll give you a hand in cleaning up afterward."

Celeste took a quick glance at the stove and saw corn boiling, brahmin steaks prepared and marinating, and potatoes being arranged on a pan to be roasted in the oven. "Not sure about that, Drifter, you seem to be doing a stellar job. Maybe I should hire you," she giggled.

"Also,Joe,If it's okay with you,I'd like to make an announcement once everybody is settled in.Sort of like saying grace,but much more meaningful."

Celeste looked up to meet Joe's eyes but he was still avoiding her gaze. Now he's acting shy and weird. How confusing.

"Drifter, you know what they say about too many cooks, I'm going to give the tables and such an extra wipe," she cooed, hauling out a bucket and some soap. She was working hard cleaning an empty booth by the door when she saw Frieda and Pawnee approaching. She could hear them talking.

Pawnee looked annoyed and was rubbing his nose.

"All right, okay, sorry," Frieda was apologizing.

"Hey Celeste, the colour has come back into your face," Pawnee greeted her.

"Oh, yeah, I'm feeling fine, like I said." Celeste watched Frieda nod at her in greeting and moved to the back of the diner to occupy the same booth she had the night before. She looked to Pawnee and smiled. "Can I get you something? We're not quite ready for dinner yet, but you are, of course, more than welcome to relax here until then."

Duncan Talson

"You, sir, are going to sit in a nice seat and have some more coffee, and maybe a little lunch, and keep me company while I get cooking, Was I really out for that long? That's a little embarrassing," Duncan heard Celeste say as they made their way towards the diner.

Duncan reddened a little as he spoke "Twas nothing Celeste, you would've done the exact same for me" he said in a non-chalant manner, hoping to hide the fact this was the first time he was genuniely concerned about somebody fainting. When they entered the Diner, He saw Drifter and Joe shucking the corn Still don't feel comfortable about it but I guess i'll give the corn a try after all, at least gotta give the old man that. He gave the two men a nod of his head and took a seat opposite of them. When Drifter and Celeste were finished talking Duncan spoke up "you've some nice corn there" he said in a friendly tone "sure is an anomaly of nature how she grew so quickly" he let out a chuckle at his joke "although I guess everything out in the damn wasteland is, by the way the names Duncan partner, and your.... Drifter I believe, sure is nice to know there is another farming enthusiast."

Duncan was about to extend a hand when Pawnee and a woman entered the diner hang on a minute, that face, she looks familiar. But where have I seen her? Duncan realised he was staring and quickly turned away, causing his face to turn a light scarlet. "Sorry m'am I didn't mean to stare" he said apologetically "it's just you look familiar."

Joe Rennie. Celeste's diner. Mid-afternoon
Joe leaned in close, trying to learn Drifter's secret when Celeste walked in.

Go away, he was about to tell me how he did it. Go back to bed or something.

"Hi Drifter, got a head start on cooking, I see!" She said, alredy back to her usual bubbly self.

"Sure did sweetheart.Can't have you doing everything,especially after that nasty fall you took earlier." The old timer replied.

Celeste walked over to him and peered over his shoulder at the veggies.

"You grew this stuff overnight?!" She asked, sounding astonished.

"Well, two nights. Like I told Joe here, there was magic in the air. Anyway, I'm not much of a cook, I'm mostly used to cooking things over campfires and such. We can share the cooking job for the dinner tonight, and I'll give you a hand in cleaning up afterward. Also, Joe, If it's okay with you, I'd like to make an announcement once everybody is settled in.Sort of like saying grace, but much more meaningful."

"Not sure about that, Drifter, you seem to be doing a stellar job. Maybe I should hire you," she giggled.

Celeste looked up to meet Joe's eyes but he avoided her gaze. I blew her a kiss earlier, I thought I was gone. Away from here, never to return. Now what the hell do I do. If I'm too friendly she could take it the wrong way. I'd avoid her for a while. Not that I really want to. She's easy on the eyes and I suppose in many ways she'd be good for you Joe. She's too dumb to ask too many questions. Plus I still want to get back into her bedroom. Wait till we can talk more privately.

"Drifter, you know what they say about too many cooks, I'm going to give the tables and such an extra wipe," she cooed, hauling out a bucket and some soap. Joe watched her as she cleaned on of the empty stalls. As he stared Pawnee and Frieda walked in.

Pawnee looked annoyed and was rubbing his nose.

"All right, okay, sorry," Frieda was apologizing.

"Hey Celeste, the colour has come back into your face," Pawnee greeted her.

"Oh, yeah, I'm feeling fine, like I said." . She looked to Pawnee and smiled. "Can I get you something? We're not quite ready for dinner yet, but you are, of course, more than welcome to relax here until then."

As this was happening Duncan entered the room and took a seat opposite Joe and Drifter.

When Drifter and Celeste were finished talking Duncan spoke up "you've some nice corn there" he said in a friendly tone "sure is an anomaly of nature how she grew so quickly" he let out a chuckle at his joke "although I guess everything out in the damn wasteland is, by the way the names Duncan partner, and your.... Drifter I believe, sure is nice to know there is another farming enthusiast."

Duncan was distracted when he spotted Frieda, she spotted him and he flushed slightly. "Sorry m'am I didn't mean to stare" he said apologetically "it's just you look familiar."

Once everyone was involved in their own conversations Joe turned back to Drifter. "An announcement you mean? Sounds like a good idea, I'll have one of my own to make too. But sure, If you've got something to say to everyone then I can't think of a better time."

(OOC:Edited your speech a little bit billybob...hope you don't mind.Also,my probation officer meeting went well,she gave me lots of cute smiles and such,told me that she wouldn't throw me back in jail as long as I kept my grades up,finished my community service,have absolutely no contact with the victims,piss clean at my drug tests,keep up with mental health appointments(so they can make sure I'm not insane),and stay out of trouble.Let me get a whoop whoop!)

Drifter - The Diner - Afternoon

A man in the Diner spoke up when Drifter was finished talking to Celeste.

"You've some nice corn there,sure is an anomaly of nature how she grew so quickly." The man chuckled at his little joke and continued, "Although,I guess everything out in the damn wasteland is.By the way,the names Duncan,partner.Are you are...Drifter,right?Sure is nice to know there is another farming enthusiast."

Drifter turned the stove burner down,to let the potatoes simmer and replied,

"Yeah,the corn is beautiful.Never seen such big corn in my entire life,they're the size of billy clubs.And yeah,I'd be Drifter.Nice to meet you Duncan.I wouldn't call myself a farming expert,but I learned here and there on my way through Tennessee,I once lived with a farmer there.He taught me the basics of his trade,but I've never really had the chance to apply them until I came here."

Drifter stirred the potatoes a bit,and Joe replied to his request to make an announcement.

"An announcement you mean? Sounds like a good idea, I'll have one of my own to make too. But sure, If you've got something to say to everyone then I can't think of a better time."

"That's great Joe.I just want to make a little toast to you and Celeste,and everybody else who has lent a hand in raising this town from a fleck on the horizon to an almost thriving settlement.We're going to have it right here in the diner right?If you have a better idea,that's fine with me.I just hope we can fit everybody!"

--Late Afternoon--

--Celeste's Diner--

--Pawnee--

Pawnee rubbed his nose where Frieda had wiped it. He faked a grimace as the two of them entered the diner.

"My nose is all wet now. You spit on me," Pawnee teased.

"All right, okay," Frieda laughed off his reaction, "I'm sorry."

The two paused in the threshold of the diner and Pawnee motioned for Frieda to take a seat at the far end.

"Go and sit down, I'll scrounge us a bottle," Pawnee turned to Celeste, "hey Celeste. Your face has some color again. You look good."

"Oh, yeah, I'm feeling fine, like I said." Celeste seemed to look past Pawnee, eying Frieda as she sat down, "can I get you something? We're not quite ready for dinner yet, but you are, of course, more than welcome to relax here until then."

Pawnee peered into the kitchen. Several Brahimin stakes were sitting out and marinating. They seemed to glisten. Next to them was a pot of boiling water, filled with fresh corn. There were potatoes and eggs and some punga which Pawnee had purchased from the caravan lying across the back tables in an enticing spread.

"Yeah, Frieda and I will just kick back. Don't bother fetching us anything. I see how much work you have to do back there," Pawnee ducked around the counter and snatched a bottle of rum and two bottles of nuka-cola off a shelf. He then got two presentable glasses and began to walk back to Frieda, "we'll just take these for the time being."

After Pawnee sat down, he poured out two stiff drinks of whiskey and nuka-cola. He passed one to Frieda and the two had a brief toast.

"To Greyditch," Pawnee grinned, "best sauaging spot in the wastes," he drained his glass and immediately refilled it. He then pointed at Frieda's drink, cajoling her to do the same, "come on now. Don't you remember how to drink?"

The whole town of Greyditch seemed to be inside of the diner. Pawnee could see Joe, Drifter, and Duncan milling about by the front counter. A new kid was sitting towards the back of the diner. He had blue eyes and a pimply face and looked utterly exhausted. Pawnee winked at him, before turning back to his company.

"So," Pawnee smiled, "if you can't remember your own name, I'm betting you can't remember your favorite drink. . .so what do you think of mine?"

Pawnee refilled Frieda's glass so it was almost over flowing.

"Whiskey and nuka-cola is my favorite," Pawnee chimed, "I normally never had the caps to get much else. Maybe I should buy a bottle of bourbon or cognac or something? I've heard its pretty good. . .my oldest brother used to talk about something called. . .allah. . alla. . .Alize."

Before Frieda could respond, Duncan walked up to the table. He was staring at Frieda intently. When she met his gaze, he almost blushed.

"Sorry m'am. I didn't mean to stare," Duncan began, sheepishly, "it's just you look familiar."

"This here's Frieda," Pawnee scooted closer towards her, physically blocking Duncan from coming any closer, marking his territory, "you're Duncan right? Don't think we really met. Just overheard your name. Mine's Pawnee."

OOC: That's right, Alize. :laugh:

(OOC: Is it rum or whiskey? Hehe ...also, edited. Give you some more to go on, haha...bad habit of mine, leaving things hanging. Still friends?)

FRIEDA ~~ diner ~~ late afternoon

"To Greyditch," Pawnee grinned, "best sauaging spot in the wastes," he drained his glass and immediately refilled it. He then pointed at Frieda's drink, cajoling her to do the same, "come on now. Don't you remember how to drink?"

"Shhhh!" she hissed, her eyes darting around the diner and hoping he hadn't caught anyone's attention. She watched with wide eyes as Pawnee effortlessly knocked back the entire glass' contents and was already refilling it. Frieda took this as a challenge. She poured the contents of her glass into her mouth and winced at the whiskey burn as she forced herself to swallow.

"So," Pawnee smiled, "if you can't remember your own name, I'm betting you can't remember your favorite drink. . .so what do you think of mine?" Pawnee refilled Frieda's glass so it was almost over flowing.

Frieda frowned briefly as Pawnee was so casual about how she can't remember anything about herself. Can't expect anyone to understand, I guess. "I suppose it's a bit more...fruity than I'd have expected from you," she smirked. Here was this lanky young man with burns up and down his arms, who scavenges the Wasteland, and he drinks his whiskey with Nuka Cola.

"Whiskey and nuka-cola is my favorite," Pawnee chimed, "I normally never had the caps to get much else. Maybe I should buy a bottle of bourbon or cognac or something? I've heard its pretty good. . .my oldest brother used to talk about something called. . .allah. . alla. . .Alize."

"This drink isn't so bad, but out of everything I've tried, I always find myself wanting beer. Every time I do, though, it still isn't right. I don't know what that means."

Frieda was interrupted by a bald man with a crooked nose, and the distinct musk of brahmin. "Sorry m'am. I didn't mean to stare," Duncan began, sheepishly, "it's just you look familiar."

"This here's Frieda," Pawnee scooted closer towards her, physically blocking Duncan from coming any closer, marking his territory, "you're Duncan right? Don't think we really met. Just overheard your name. Mine's Pawnee."

Frieda ignored Pawnee's obvious possessive gesture and gave Duncan a smile. "Mr. Talson, is it? You came through Canterbury Commons two weeks ago, I think. I repaired something for you..." She frowned as she tried to recall what it was. In her travels she seemed to repair the same type of thing for so many people, it was hard to keep track of what she repaired for whom.

Duncan chuckled. "You certainly did, it was an electronic trowel but it fell apart after I used it. Nothing you could have prevented, though, its structure simply disintegrated." He nodded to himself. "Well it was nice to see you, maybe we can catch up later."

She watched him walk off and turned to see Pawnee already filling up his glass for a third time. I see, now, that's how it's going to be, huh? I bet he's a lightweight. "Cheers," she smiled, holding her glass up in a mock toast before draining it. The taste of the whiskey made her shudder but she swallowed instead of spitting it out.

Pawnee's eyes twinkled as he drank his third and poured her another. "Hurry up and drink this, can't have you behind, now." He placed the empty Cola bottle on the other side of the table and gave her a boyish grin. "How're you doin'? Having trouble keeping up?"

"No way," she answered immediately and emptied the glass again. By the third one, she was hardly tasting the whiskey. "You mentioned a brother? What happened to him?" Frieda secretly hoped if she got him talking he'd slow down with the booze, even a little bit. Her face was already starting to feel warm. That's what I get for not having eaten in a couple days and pouring alcohol straight into my stomach...

James Wilson – Johnson’s house – afternoon

James and Laura had been talking for while now, James had told her about Texas, his trip to DC and how we had broken his arm (talon ambush), Laura on the other hand had told James about the clothes shop her husband, Jimmy was going to set up.

“ I stop by once, your open. Anyway I must be going now there is going to be a town dinner and I need to get ready , goodbye miss Johnson”

James waved goodbye and headed back to his shop, almost everyone was in the dinner now, apart from Joe and drifter, who were by the crops the drifter had “grown” yesterday.

Back inside the Grayditch Arms, Sue was reading that fashion book again; she had wanted a per-war dress but had yet to find one, in the right colour (blue) "come on Sue the town dinner is about to start” grabbing his cowboy hat James and Sue walked to the dinner.

inside the Dinner Fredia and Pawnee were in one booth talking to the bald guy from earlier, nick and his woman friend were still talking to jimmy and Celeste was talking everyone’s orders. nothing gotta stop her today James and Sue sat down in an empty booth and waited for Celeste to come by.

Jimmy Leggio - Celeste's Diner - Afternoon


Nick laughed. "Just keep tabs on things that go around in town. When my squad is off duty, Katie just follows me around and the other three get drunk so we're not exactly good information brokers. So inform me of every public event, especially ones hosted by Celeste."

Jimmy considered the offer. He had meant to place somebody around the town, but had been preoccupied with the retrieval of slaves. Maybe if Laura becomes more social she could fill me in on anything important. Not that Parker would know anything I may be able to use to his advantage, but agreeing with him will get him off my [censored] back for a while. As he was thinking it over he looked at Parker's man sitting behind him, and commented on how much tougher and ruthless his slavers were.

"That's what you think," Parker whispered. Jimmy just stared back at Parker, before deciding he wanted to get away from the man.

"You've got a deal, I can understand why you may have issues learning about local festivities. Guns for hire generally don't have time to socialise." Jimmy stood up and turned to the counter. Celeste was back.. Joe was talking to Drifter, and the fool Pawnee and his new girlfriend were standing opposite the man who had helped Celeste from the diner. Jimmy walked towards Celeste and leant over the bar.

"Good to see you all healthy and such. I'll just have anything you have to drink here, thanks.... if you have the time"

Laura Leggio - Outside her house - Afternoon

Laura had talked to the polite man for a few minutes. After he had apologised for seemingly staring at her he told her of his shop, Grayditch Arms, and his trip to DC, where he had been ambushed by Talon Company. Talon Company only go after people for big caps. He must really cause trouble. Unless it was just a chance encounter. Laura felt no need to press on the subject.

"Well, you've certainly had an eventful time. My husband, Jimmy, is setting up a clothes shop, once he gets settled. Nothing as interesting as gun store, but Jimmy's a man who prefers a quiet, uneventful life."

“I stop by once, your open. Anyway I must be going now there is going to be a town dinner and I need to get ready , goodbye miss Johnson”

"Laura, please. Thanks for stopping by. You're certainly a man of class, James." James waved goodbye and headed on his way.