OOC: Control me if you want skirt. . .which now has a different connotation :blush: I'll be gone for the night (I mean it this time) and I don't want to miss this big dinner. . .

--Evening--
--Celeste’s Diner--
--Pawnee--

"You...remind me," Frieda seemed to squint.

Remind you? I thought you had no memories. . .

“Remind ya of whut?” Pawnee stammered.

“I need tuh use...the ladeesh room," Frieda mumbled, shrugging off Pawnee's jacket. "Prob'ly have tuh go back tuh...my housh."

She tried to stand up, but fell onto Pawnee's lap, bursting into a girly giggle.

“Let me take ya,” Pawnee grabbed Frieda’s hand and helped her out of the booth.

"Thanksh." She purred the word into his ear while wrapping her arm around his shoulders.

Pawnee smiled at her touch. His face tingled as her breathe blew across his neck. Even though she reeked of whiskey, he couldn’t smell a thing. He helped her stagger forward, letting her use his body as a crutch.

Just before they left the diner, Frieda turned around and waved at Celeste.

"I won't hurt him...much.”

Rubbing it in? I’m going to pay for that. . .tomorrow.

“Gum on,” Pawnee shooed Frieda through the doorway, playfully grabbing her butt, “and don’t fall sleep on me. We got this dinner thing comin up. . “

They two staggered towards Frieda’s house, cutting through an alleyway.

Pawnee stopped as they came to her front door, drunkenly seesawing back and forth.

“Sinze I’m such a gentleman, I’ll wait out here,” he smiled, “don’t be long though. . .der serving the food soon. . ..”

Frieda turned the doorknob and the door drifted open on loose springs. Before she could walk inside, Pawnee grabbed her tightly and gave her a long, wet kiss.

“Wanted tah do dat since we met,” he crooned. He glanced back to the diner, which looked like a twinkling blur, “don’t pass out in der, okay. . .if I have to go in der after ya, ya might not be able to get me tah leave. . .,” he squeezed her butt one more time.

Harlen Jake

Outside - Street - Evening

Jake stands on main street. He looks down the the street to see a lit up diner on his right. There is a hustle and bustle inside. The target is probably not in there. The Bull walks forward with hand on the Sequioa. Harlen has a low profile under the man in the moon.

He asks himself in a gruff voice, "Where are you? Hmmm, might as well stop by this here diner, get some clues."

The old man steps forward torward the diner.

The bell rings as Harlen enters. He steps forward and the crowd silences. Harlen keeps to himself and walks up to the bar. He pops a squat on a barstool, and keeps to himself. The crowd returns to themselves.

Duncan Talson- Diner- Early Evening

Duncan sat back quietly taking in the scene of the Diner. James and someone he hadn't met before had gotten into a drinking contest and Joe was wooing Celeste, all of a sudden a large bang followed by a loud scream from Celeste made him nearly pull out his own revolver in response, when he looked for source of the noise he saw Drifter and smoke drifting from his gun barrel.

"Hey now!" He bellowed, "We've still go to eat, and I'm sure Celeste doesn't want to clean up veggie puke all over the floor. Slow down on the festivities, you can bet we're going to get piss drunk after we eat. Joe and I both have an announcement to make, and we want y'all to be sober so you can understand what we're saying! Dinner will be ready in about half an hour! Joe, you can help me pass out silverware, if you'd like." when he wants something done, he gets it done in style, could have achieved the same result by banging a pan on a table.

When all was relatively calm again another unfamiliar face entered the diner Wow Duncan, tonight your going to have to remedy yourself of not knowing anyone the diner was starting to fill up now as the man from earlier this morning entered as well and was directed by Celeste to have a seat anywhere. Well enough being idle, time to help out "Anything need doing?" he called out to no one in particular.

Hawkeye smiled at the woman, he hadn't met a nicer once since his girlfriend back at The Pitt, he shuttered, but decided to grab a drink or something. He got a beer, and started drinking. He never actually tasted a entire bottle, he only drank what he stole from the Slavers, and that was only a little drip. He ordered a water, he didn't want to get, as the Slavers called it, Drunk. He then flashed back to the I-15 fight with Slavers.
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"You maggot! Where'd you go?" said a slaver

"[censored] you!" Hawkeye screamed as he hit the Slaver in the heart, killing him with one fatal blow. He ditched the Auto Axe back in the Slaver outpost, but he got a R91 Assault Rifle.

Unfortunately, he killed the Slaves too.

Then he snapped back to reality
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He walked over to the woman

"So what's your name?" he asked

FRIEDA ~~ Grayditch/her house ~~ evening

Frieda stumbled across the road to her front door, leaning heavily on Pawnee whom, she strongly suspected, was leaning just as heavily on her. He let her go just in front of the door. “Sinze I’m such a gentleman, I’ll wait out here,” he smiled, “don’t be long though. . .der serving the food soon. . ..”

Frieda turned the doorknob and the door drifted open on loose springs. Before she could walk inside, Pawnee grabbed her tightly and gave her a long, wet kiss.

She stumbled backwards, caught completely off guard. Her knees buckled but she managed to stay standing. His breath was hot and steeped in alcohol -- she may as well have been kissed by the whiskey bottle itself. Frieda found herself reaching up and entangling her hands in his hair.

"Why did you do that?" she asked breathlessly, pinned against her door, her eyes fluttering upwards to meet his.

"I wanted to," he grinned. He smiled and looked like he was about to do it again.

Her heart was in her throat. "Well, it was stupid. I'm deployed tomorrow." She felt a mixture of anger and thrill.

“Wanted tah do dat since we met,” Pawnee was saying. Frieda turned to enter her house, nearly falling over as the whiskey continued to influence her every move. He called after her as she entered. “don’t pass out in der, okay. . .if I have to go in der after ya, ya might not be able to get me tah leave. . .,” he squeezed her butt one more time. She swatted at his hand and nearly faceplanted on her own threshold.

She stumbled through the main level of her house towards the back, where her bathroom was. Frieda didn't even know if it worked, but it was too late to really care. She flailed along the kitchen wall for her light switch, the room suddenly illuminated with a click and a hum.

Frieda dried her hands on the back of her shorts and caught a glimpse of herself in a shard of a mirror still hanging on the wall. One thing doesn't change about drinking -- you always end up looking like an old hag. A quick dip into one of her pockets produced a second hair elastic. She took out her now very loose and hanging bun, put her long hair back up, and secured it extra tightly with the second elastic. The alcohol was making her sweat and she felt hot all over.

Or is that from what just happened? She pushed the inner voice aside and stepped back outside. Pawnee was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette he seemingly had materialized out of thin air.

"Hi," he grinned at her, flicking the cigarette away. "Heard a gunsshot from da diner, but dinn't hear more, sho who knowsh." He reached for her and placed his arm around her waist, leading her back towards the diner.

"Hope dinner's okay," she replied with a smirk. "Iss awmost time for that beer."

They swaggered silently for a couple moments. As they approached the diner, the noise was getting louder. The residents had nearly all assembled and plates of food were starting to be assembled behind the bar. Frieda stopped dead, causing Pawnee to sway unsteadily and nearly fall.

"Wha'ss wrong?" he asked, waving an arm to keep standing, and frowning.

Frieda gave him an awkward smile. Just be honest, there's no point in potentially ruining the evening later. "I was jus' thinking...you know, you were shaying about yer...yer girlfriend." She spoke the word heavily. "I mean, shomtimesh, when yer...yer shad...I mean, I don't think yer bein' ingenu'nne, but you sheemed real sad and you know right now yer jus'...drunk..." The words came out clunky and slurred.

This is all so familiar, but I don't know why...

(OOC: Some of you SHOULDN'T know, but you know when you're drunk and to you, you're speaking eloquently and clearly, but in reality, you're just a slurring, grinning, yelling mess? That is basically Frieda right now. It's sorta hard to express that disconnect...)

Nick Parker - Greyditch - Evening

"Very good," Nick said and just started to get comfortable in the diner. After doing nothing in particular other than talking to Katie and the other soldiers. They met up behind the diner. He sighed and looked at the diner. "They're planning something. I want Gerald to keep watch in a hidden place while we're at the diner. Keep watch on the town entrances for raiders and more importantly, if anybody leaves."

Gerald nodded and headed towards a nice spot and turned on a night vision scope for his sniper rifle. Albeit the night vision was somewhat blurry but it stayed on under power by one fission battery. Nick smiled as Gerald got into place. It was either a distraction while some of Moriarty's dogs slip away or it might be a trap, either way, it'll fail, Nick concluded.

Katie nervously looked up. "What if he gets caught?"
"It'll be fine...but in any case..."

Nick looked at Cyrus, Katie, and Allison all lined up. He sternly glared at all of them. "No more than THREE shots of weak liquor and only ONE shot of heavy liquor. Fail to comply and you will be kicked off the team and killed. Got that?" Nick sternly asked. The three of them nodded frightened and Nick gave a warm smile before going into the diner.

They headed back in the diner as all of them awkwardly stood. Allison, according to orders, headed towards Celeste and started up a conversation. "Hey!" She said in a cheery voice. "I'm kind of new in this...I just got here this morning after Nick's men brought me here...so could you introduce me to everyone? By the way, my name's Allison," She said in the most innocent voice she could muster.

Nick smirked and glanced out the diner window. Gerald was still there, drinking a shot of beer and some of the food stockpile Allison brought from the Fort. He sighed. "Gerald would be completely wasted by the time one of these [censored]s slinks away," He mumbled.

Ryler North - Diner - Evening

The other youth - Pawnee, his name was ignored Ryler's greeting. Drunkeness perhaps? Pawnee was groping with the blonde, both drunk.

"Geez, get a room. In Australia." He muttered, though he was tempted to say, Me Gutsa.

He shifted away from them, and sipped his beer. People act like such animals when drunk. He judged. A shot fired, and Ryler felt like his heart jumped out the window, spilling little of his beverage. Drifter lowered his revolver, "Hey now!" He bellowed, "We've still go to eat, and I'm sure Celeste doesn't want to clean up veggie puke all over the floor. Slow down on the festivities, you can bet we're going to get piss drunk after we eat. Joe and I both have an announcement to make, and we want y'all to be sober so you can understand what we're saying! Dinner will be ready in about half an hour! Joe, you can help me pass out silverware, if you'd like."

Everyone eyed Celeste, to which made the woman uncomfortable. Soon, interest was taken off her and went back to their own business. A somewhat tall, dark-haired olive skinned man in his late thirties sat down across from Ryler.

“Hey there boy, don’t believe we’ve met. The name’s Cristian. You’re looking a bit pale in the face, eh,” he said casually, still looking slightly disgruntled. “Bet you could use some food in you. Don’t we all…”

"I've always been this pale", Ryler added, "And the name's Ryler. Nice to meet you." Wiping his brow, "Say, you the doc around here? There is no way I'd find my way back...home, and I'm hoping I may get a job, and plant some roots. For now."

Jesse Christophe - Celeste's Diner - Evening

“Town dinner with all the fixings, love. And some speeches on the way,” Vee trilled, as she turned to Celeste, who looked a bit overwhelmed by the commotion.

Rolling his eyes, Jesse relaxed in his seat, peering out the window for one last look at the town under the darkness. Coast looks clear to me. he shrugged. Celeste moved up to his booth and placed a bottle of beer in front of him before leaving, and he shot her a smile as she walked off to continue dealing with the crowd of people.

Never thought this place would get so packed, so soon. the Regulator thought to himself, noticing several new faces in the mix, including that of yet another young man, and the orphan from before with a pretty looking young lady.

Now that's a dame if I ever saw one. he smirked to himself, taking slow sips of his beer, and setting himself deeper into the seat, glad to take a rest from all his vigilance. Jesse briefly contemplated introducing himself to the newcomers, but eventually decided against it. He was not the social type, and much preferred simply lazing where he was.

--Evening--
--Frieda's House--
--Pawnee--

While Pawnee waited for Frieda to return, he drunkenly dug around in his sack. He had disassembled the suit of power armor into its constituent components: a helmet, shoulder pads, greaves, briast plate, boots. He now rearranged them so that the boots and leggings were sticking out of the top of the bag, like he had stuffed a body into it. He then put on the shoulder pads, and held the helmet down at his side.

A gunshot went off in the diner. Pawnee barely heard it over the jangling of metal. He peered back and then up at Frieda's house.

Sure is taking her time. . .maybe she really did pass out. . .

Pawnee reached into his pocket and retrieved a cigarette. There were only two left in the pack, and he had no idea if there was anywhere to buy more in town. He shrugged to himself and lit it up, just as Frieda emerged from her house.

"Hi," Pawnee grinned. He snuffed the cigarette out and put it back into the pack, "heard a gunshot from da diner, but didn't hear more. . .sho who knows?"

Pawnee approached Frieda and placed his arm around her waist, leading her back towards the diner.

"Hope dinner's okay," Frieda smirked, "Iss awmost time for that beer."

"Yehp," Pawnee nodded, "Iz just staring to sober up."

They two swaggered silently for several minutes. As they approached the diner, the noise grew louder and more cacophonous. A dozen intermingled conversations. Greyditch's residents had already plated all of the food and were starting to assemble behind the bar.

Frieda stopped dead before they got to the doorway, causing Pawnee to sway unsteadily and nearly fall.

"Wha'ss wrong?" Pawnee stared into her eyes.

"I was jus' thinking. . .you know, you were shaying about yer...yer girlfriend," she slurred, "I mean, shomtimesh, when yer...yer shad...I mean, I don't think yer bein' ingenu'nne, but you sheemed real sad and you know right now yer jus'...drunk..."

Why do girls always have to complicate things? Why can't it just be simple? I like you - you like me. That's all.

"Yup, Ize sad," Pawnee squinted at the lights from the diner, "but I'llz always be sad bout losing her. Even if I'm one hundred yearz old. Dozen mean I can-never move on. I don wanna be some guy who wastes his whole life lookin for a girl he'z neva gonna find.** Just gotta live. Have fun. Meet new, beuteeful people like you. . .and fall en loove again."

Pawnee staggered for a moment, "don be so serious bout everything Freeda. Let looze. Have fun! Ur soo uptight."

After Pawnee finished speaking he pulled on the power armor helmet, now wearing both the helmet and the shoulder pads. He slipped on the power-fist and led Frieda into the diner.

Several people turned to gawk at the half-power-armored, tribal looking man.

"Time to get thiz party started!" Pawnee shouted, his voice coming out in monotone through the helmet's speaker. He raised his power-fist triumphantly into the air, "to Freeda!. . . .eeer. . .to Greyditch! Bez town I eva been in! Firz round on ME!"

OOC: **http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1119444-child-of-atom/

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ evening

"So what's your name?" the dirty, skinny man asked. Celeste was frantically trying to pile up enough plates onto the bar so that Drifter could start plating the food. She gave him a quick smile.

"My name's Celeste, dear, I wish I could have a conversation right now but we've got food that needs to get to tables." She pushed over a stack of half a dozen plates towards Drifter and bent down to pull out some more. There were some that hadn't yet been unpacked from the crates that had been sent by Moriarty and she dipped into that stock as well.

When she stood up, a young woman she hadn't met yet was standing at the bar and chirping some pleasantry. "I'm kind of new in this...I just got here this morning after Nick's men brought me here...so could you introduce me to everyone? By the way, my name's Allison."

Why does everyone insist on bothering me when I'm busy? Celeste smiled. "I'm Celeste, welcome to Grayditch. I see you're with them," she nodded towards Nick and Katie. "We're about to serve dinner, so grab a seat. I'll come by your table with some drinks in a minute, okay?" She watched the smile disappear of the woman's face and Celeste hoped she'd take the direction.

Drifter handed her two plates, one with a steak on it, and one with noodles and the softshell Mirelurk meat cooked in a creamy sauce made from the fresh milk brought in that morning. Celeste put the pasta plate down for a moment and piled roasted potatoes and cooked carrots next to the steak. She picked up both plates again and swept towards Jesse's table. He was sitting with Vee. She was particularly careful not to trip and fall onto Jesse's face again as she stooped to place the steak in front of him, and the pasta in front of Vee.

"I am sorry that I was distracted before," she apologized to Vee. "The Mirelurk meat reminded me of the Lakelurks we have back up in Ronto, and I thought I'd cook them in a cream sauce. I hope you like it," she smiled. Celeste then smiled at Jesse, noticing his beer was still mostly full. "You all right there, hm?" When she turned, Drifter had put two more steak plates onto the bar.

Celeste picked up the plates and scanned the room quickly. She shuffled over to the table on the end, previously occupied by Pawnee and Frieda, and placed a plate each in front of Cris and Ryler. "Something to soak up that vodka," she winked at Cris. She turned her attention to Ryler.

"Don't leave tonight until you've found a place to sleep, okay? I have a list of all the taken houses, so you can just pick an empty one if you want. I have a couch in my house, too, and it already had its Radroaches cleared out, if you'd rather wait until tomorrow."

When she turned around again, Drifter had placed four more plates onto the bar. He's fast!

"Okay, everyone!" she called into the diner, waiting for the noise to die down a little before continuing. "Thanks for coming to our town dinner! As you can see, Drifter is plating food faster than I can serve it, and I know y'all are hungry, so please -- go on up and help yourselves. We've got brahmin steak with fixin's and softshell mirelurk meat in a cream sauce on noodles."

A few people had stood up when a familiar figure wearing pieces of power armour stumbled through the door. "Time to get thiz party started!" Pawnee shouted, his voice coming out in monotone through the helmet's speaker. He raised his power-fist triumphantly into the air, "to Freeda!. . . .eeer. . .to Greyditch! Bez town I eva been in! Firz round on ME!"

The entire diner seemed to turn and stare. Frieda stood in the doorway, laughing. A quick scan of the faces showed some of the more hardened guns were not really amused.

James Wilson – Celeste dinner evening

The drifter & Celeste had begun to bring food out of kitchen and placing it on the counter, several people, including James and Sue had gotten a plate full of Brahmin steak or softshell mirelurk meat in a cream sauce on noodles and were eating their meal in their rather clean booth whilst Celeste made a small speech:

"Okay, everyone!" she called into the diner, waiting for the noise to die down a little before continuing. "Thanks for coming to our town dinner! As you can see, Drifter is plating food faster than I can serve it, and I know y'all are hungry, so please -- go on up and help yourselves. We've got brahmin steak with fixin's and softshell mirelurk meat in a cream sauce on noodles."

Taking a bite out of the Brahmin steak James looked up at Sue, who was looking at the doorway, turning around James saw Pawnee dressed in his power armour …

"Time to get thiz party started!" Pawnee shouted, his voice coming out in monotone through the helmet's speaker. He raised his power-fist triumphantly into the air, "to Freeda!. . . .eeer. . .to Greyditch! Bez town I eva been in! Firz round on ME!"

So much for hiding todays little trip out of town …

“Oh no “brother Pawnee” wants to party, but seriously Pawnee take that off the armour before you hurt someone."Or someone hurts you!

Taking another bite from his juicy rahmin steak; James looked around the room, some of other people in the dinner were not really amused by Pawnne little stunt (or were as drunk as James was)

Someone’s gotta get punched

EDIT: OOC: Taking A level Ict makes you a fast typer....

Joe Ronnie. Celeste's Diner. Evening.

"Okay, everyone!" Celeste called out across the diner, she paused for a while, waiting for the noise to die down a little. "Thanks for coming to our town dinner! As you can see, Drifter is plating food faster than I can serve it, and I know y'all are hungry, so please -- go on up and help yourselves. We've got brahmin steak with fixin's and softshell mirelurk meat in a cream sauce on noodles."

Help out a little Joe. Be the gentleman here, the seeds have been sown now. She really went for the hand holding, now you just need to keep up the niceties and she's yours, till you get that safe open anyways. Smile and help Joe, that's the angle with this one.

Joe weaved his way through the crowd and snatched up a couple of plates from the bar. "Right, who's next?" He asked, turning back to the room. He turned just in time to see a mess of power armour come staggering through the door.

"Time to get thiz party started!" The apperition bellowed in Pawnee's voice. It was distorted to a hollow monotone by the helmet's speaker. He raised his power-fist triumphantly into the air, "to Freeda!. . . .eeer. . .to Greyditch! Bez town I eva been in! Firz round on ME!"

Joe couldn't help but smile. The young man had left with the hot blond a while ago and now was back and acting the fool.

Booze ain't the only thing makes a man act like that Joe. Lucky bastard looks like he got the other too. Doesn't look like too many of the folks are as amused as me though.

"Ha, you kid's grab a seat." Joe mock scolded the pair and thrust their food towards them. "Eat up now son," He quietly added to Pawnee, "Get your stamina back up, she don't look like she's finished with you." He gave the young man a frienly slap on the shoulder and went back to the bar.

As he turned he spotted her again. Joe hadn't seen her since yesterday, when she had arrived with the doctor. He had thought then that she was stunning, though he had been busy about his business. Still, even in his rush he had noticed the way her leather armour clung to the contours of her body. But today, today she was almost breathtaking.

The dress she was wearing, along with her gloves, covered almost every inch of her skin. Apart from the small patch of white skin where a slit in the dress exposed a patch of her cleavage. Yet there was still something about her, Joe couldn't put his finger on it. But there was definately something... Odd. Something somehow alien about her. Yet somehow enchanting too.

Joe realised he was staring and hurried back towards Drifter, hoping that Celeste hadn't noticed him staring. That would definately blow my chances, there she is. She doesn't look pissed off. Close call there Joe.

He passed by Nick and got the assassins attention. "Look alive tonight Nick. I don't want any trouble here tonight." He glanced at Katie, remembering the trouble she had been giving Celeste. He pointed at her. "And keep her on a short leash too. We don't need security causing any trouble either. Ok?" He coninued without waiting for a response.

"So, it would appear that everyone's eating now Drifter." Joe said when he reached the old man. "I reckon this is the quietest you're going to get it. Reckon this is about the best time for speaches. I'll let you go first friend."

Joe blended back into the crowd as the old man began to get everyone's attention. He spotted Jimmy with his wife and child.

Good. He's letting his men handle it. If anything does go wrong, we've all got deniability. "How could Jimmy know? He was there all night, I saw him." Ha, no better witness than the security chief.

He got Jimmy's attention, then leaned in close, Just a partygoer not wishing to yell over the noise, that's what you look like Joe. Nothing suspicious here. Joe smiled as he whispered into Jimmy's ear.

"I'm making a speach next, it'll get everyone's attention on me. Your guys in position and ready for your signal. Just smile and nod if they are."

Joe stood back and waited for Jimmy to respond.

Jimmy Leggio

Jimmy joined Laura and Lucille just outside the diner. He accompanied them into the diner, quietly gasping for breathe. He made sure nobody noticed, as the slightest thing could give him away. Jimmy had learned that it was necessary to be overly careful. He was sure nobody would notice his slavers, this is why he assigned a scout. The small squad would be able to move across the town stealthily, and they were right beside the metro anyway. Nobody would see, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

Celeste was busy trying to prepare every one's meals. Jimmy saw someone wearing a power armour helmet. After noticing the girl he was standing next to was blonde, and the boy tripping over himself, Jimmy realised it was the boy, Pawnee. Drifter was setting out plates. Parker and a few of his men were walking around the diner, on duty it seemed.

Joe approached Jimmy and nodded in greeting. He leant in and whispered "I'm making a speach next, it'll get everyone's attention on me. Your guys in position and ready for your signal. Just smile and nod if they are."

Rennie seems to be nervous. Jimmy repositioned his head and replied. "No need, one of my men will wait for the right time and send the signal. Don't worry yourself, Joe. Everybody will be accounted for, and my men are professionals." Jimmy scanned the room. The only person he noticed weren't in the diner was the new slave, but of course he wasn't all too great with faces. "Now would be a good time, I figure." He leant back and rejoined his family. There were available stools at the counter, and he led them over, taking a seat.

Hawkeye ran up to the food, he took whatever he could

This is better than Lucy's food he thought, thoughts of his hometown raced through his mind.

He sat down, and started eating, he saw a familiar face

Doon.....Diffin.....Drifter! he thought, he took a bite of the Mirelurk, he smiled

Just like home.... he thought, part in disgust, part in the homesickness he had. But he knew as well as anyone in his position would think, there was no home or place for him there anymore.

Hawkeye finished his plate in about 10 minutes. He was ready to come back and get more, but he figured he would thank the people who made it, so he walked over to the woman named "Celeste" and said

"Thanks for this meal, the Mirelurk tastes just like home...." his voice drifted off

FRIEDA ~~ Diner ~~ evening

"Yup, Ize sad," Pawnee squinted at the lights from the diner, "but I'llz always be sad bout losing her. Even if I'm one hundred yearz old. Dozen mean I can-never move on. I don wanna be some guy who wastes his whole life lookin for a girl he'z neva gonna find. Just gotta live. Have fun. Meet new, beuteeful people like you. . .and fall en loove again."

"Thass not true," she blurted. "No one would washte his whole life. Complete ficshun."

Pawnee staggered for a moment, "don be so serious bout everything Freeda. Let looze. Have fun! Ur soo uptight." After Pawnee finished speaking he pulled on the power armor helmet, now wearing both the helmet and the shoulder pads. He slipped on the power-fist and led Frieda into the diner.

I'm just worried you're gonna regret all this in the morning. ...eh, well, suppose that's not my problem.

"Time to get thiz party started!" He raised his power-fist triumphantly into the air, "to Freeda!. . . .eeer. . .to Greyditch! Bez town I eva been in! Firz round on ME!"

His bold entrance was enough to make Frieda laugh. She was caught so off guard by the display she doubled over in the door frame. When she calmed down slightly, she noticed Celeste standing nearby, looking unimpressed. Joe pushed her and Pawnee into a booth and put some food in front of them. Frieda was still smiling.

Funny he'd call me "kid". Joe gave Pawnee a hearty pat on the shoulder and left. She leaned over and gently pulled the helmet off Pawnee's head. "You almoss got yerself shot," she giggled, and before she knew it, she was planting a kiss to his temple. She saw his face light right up in a smile and the expression made her feel really happy.

Now you've done it, then. Can't blame it all on being drunk, you know.

Shut up. I'm happy. Don't I deserve to be happy?

"Celeste!" Frieda called out, raising her hand as though that would help get the other woman's attention. "Two beers over here, pleeeeeease!"


CELESTE BROWN ~~ diner ~~ evening

Celeste felt her stomach turn to knots watching Frieda give Pawnee a kiss. She better not break his heart, or I swear I will find a way to kill her in her sleep.

"Celeste!" Frieda called, waving her hand. How rude! Celeste thought. "Two beers over here, pleeeeeease!"

She painted on a smile and grabbed the drinks from behind the bar. She was heartened to see Pawnee grinning and seeming to be very happy. At least there's that. Celeste sauntered over to their table where they were canoodling instead of having dinner. "Your food will get cold," she chirped, placing the opened bottles onto the table. Before she could wait for an answer, the dirty man from earlier was grabbing food at the bar and shoving it into his mouth.

Celeste frowned, utterly disgusted. The man continued to eat with his hands and in a frenzied manner. He looked up and saw her, his plate empty. "Thanks for this meal, the Mirelurk tastes just like home...." his voice drifted off.

"Uh, heh, you're welcome, there," she forced herself to say, taking the plate away from him and returning behind the bar. For good measure, she took the unclaimed plates down and put them next to the stove. Everyone else who was going to eat had already grabbed plates at that point. Joe was coming back from having a conversation with Jimmy. She stopped him by touching him on the arm and leaned towards his ear. "Who is that guy?" she whispered. "He's totally disgusting, didn't even try to use a fork."

Hawkeye learned alot about the people of the wasteland, but this woman clearly showed her disgust at him.

How dare she! he thought I hope she gets inslaved and sent to The Pitt...

He walked back up to the woman, and showed all his emotions at her.

"I can see your clearly, as people down here call it "disgusted". Well let me tell you one thing girly, I came from The Pitt, the most vile, inhuman place in this damned hellhole people call Earth." he said

Hawkeye sat back down at the end of the bar, thinking of what he just said.

May a Trog show up in her house he thought

Joe Rennie. Celeste's Diner. Evening.

As Joe headed towards the Diner he could see Celeste dealing with the kid from the alley. She stopped him by touching him on the arm and leaned towards his ear. "Who is that guy?" she whispered. "He's totally disgusting, didn't even try to use a fork."

"Him? That's Wierd Kid. Not sure what his real name is. He showed up this morning and collapsed in the street. The other new kid, Sylar or Rylar? Something like that. He helped fix him up, then this guy just runs off into the alley." Joe laughed as he said this.

The filthy young fellow crossed the room and forced his way between them. "I can see your clearly, as people down here call it "disgusted". Well let me tell you one thing girly, I came from The Pitt, the most vile, inhuman place in this damned hellhole people call Earth." he said

He turned and sat back at the bar. Joe looked at Celeste, the boy's outburst had clearly upset her a little. "Sorry Celeste. I'll have a word with him. You just wait here ok?"

Joe crossed to the young man and placed his hand on the youth's grimy shoulder.

"Listen son, there was no need for that. We're all here from our own personal "Pitt" friend. Look around here, we're on the edge of the DC ruins. No-one's had an easy time of it. Do yourself a favor and calm down." Joe leaned back and looked at the number across the man's back. "Slave tag huh? Tell you what friend. You behave and I'll guarentee your safety till you get some clothes to cover that up ok?"

The boy seemed to get the message. Joe crossed back to Celeste and looked her in the eye again, his face a mask of concern. "You ok Celeste? Don't pay him no attention, he's just having a rough day. Any more problems and you just let me know ok?"

Hawkeye went back to looking outside, he ordered 5 beers and 2 whiskeys, he drank them. And his vision turned dizzy and his head felt..odd.

He stumbled to the door, reached for the handle, barely grabbing it, but he fell out, hitting the ground with one thud, knocking him out yet again.
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Hawkeye-Abandoned wasteland area

Hawkeye stood at a area that appeared to be once a town.

"Nothing left" he said to himself. He was right, all that was left was a tree, scratched on it was a word "Greyditch"

He said it, and realized it was the town caravaneers spoke of. There was a signpost nearby, with these immortal words written on it

Roanoke

He looked for anything left. Tools, bones, food, water, medicine, people. But he found nothing. He continued walking, keeping this edged in his memory.
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He woke up, feeling a pain in his back.

"ARGH GOD!" he screamed as loud as he could "DAMN IT!"

OOC: Wow! Almost the third thread, this is going to be a great RP! Congrats to both Thekettleison and Skirt with a Weapon

Nick Parker

Nick watched out for any suspicious behavior just in case Moriarty was pulling a fast one inside the Diner. But Joe approached him and got the 4 assassin's attention. "Look alive tonight Nick. I don't want any trouble here tonight." He glanced at Katie and then pointed at her. "And keep her on a short leash too. We don't need security causing any trouble either. Ok?"

Katie turned red and even more so when Nick pulled her closer to him. "Absolutely..."

She smiled as Nick kept watching for suspicious behavior. He looked at Allison. "I'm Celeste, welcome to Grayditch. I see you're with them," she nodded towards Nick and Katie. "We're about to serve dinner, so grab a seat. I'll come by your table with some drinks in a minute, okay?"

Nick sighed. It would be harder than he thought to try and get Celeste to give up any information Moriarty may or may not have told her. Allison smiled brightly and headed to their table. Nick checked the area again. To Joe, it would look like he was surveying the place for suspicion but really, it was a way to keep people on the edge.

A little bit later, Katie heard a newcomer yell out, "I can see your clearly, as people down here call it "disgusted". Well let me tell you one thing girly, I came from The Pitt, the most vile, inhuman place in this damned hellhole people call Earth."

She smirked as he started to yell at Celeste but was wiped clean when Nick jabbed her very lightly in the side. Katie looked up and gave a confused face. "What is it?" She asked in the most infatuated voice Nick ever heard.

"Katie, look sharp..." Nick said as Joe whispered something to Jimmy.

Whatever happens, those two are our prime suspects. Gerald better not be wasted...

Nick watched many of the party goers start to get drunk and have fun. He smiled as memories flooded back when his squad first completed a big contract.

9 years ago

"Oh yeah! 7,000 caps just for killing some Brotherhood of Steel guy!" Lorenzo yelled as he plopped down on a beat up sofa in the beginnings of the Fort. Julie, only 19 years at the time, smacked him in the back of the head. "Shut it! We almost got caught too!"

Nick chuckled. Although he wasn't the oldest of the group, he was probably the most experienced of the entire group surprisingly. The group started to host a small party for the group and freshly cooked Brahmin Steak was served. Nick laughed as the entire group started to fight over the last piece, the highlight of the fight being Julie and Lorenzo going at each other with a fork.

Nick laughed at the fight as Julie looked at him with confusion. "What?'

"Just that you two look so cute together..." Nick said with a hint of jealousy but undetectably slipped it into his words. She dropped the fork and pushed it away and she blushed. "You know...we'd look cuter together."

"Good times..." Nick smiled as the rare "good" memory of the first assassin group flashed through his head.

(OOC:Bad time,really hungover guys.Please,let me know if this post is mediocre)

Drifter - The Diner - Evening

"So, it would appear that everyone's eating now Drifter.I reckon this is the quietest you're going to get it. Reckon this is about the best time for speeches. I'll let you go first friend."

Drifter raised from the counter,clanking together two beer bottles to get everyone's attention.Clearing his throat,he began.

"You know,when I first came here and got a look around,I thought "Look at this dump!There's no way in hell they'll ever fix it up,and I doubt anyone will show up!".Well,boy was I wrong,and I'm glad I was.Even though it doesn't look too different from when we started,the main difference is people.Civilization.We've managed to spread our roots into the parched,tough earth.That's what counts.We all deserve our little piece of this town,because we've all contributed.Whether it be crops,fresh dairy products,medical assistance,or any of the myriad of professions around here that lent a hand,each of you has done your part to better this town.I almost want to kick myself,I've grown so attached to you [censored]s."

Drifter let out a chuckle before continuing.

"This is only the beginning.We will face many hardships in this wasteland,but if we stick together,we can overcome all obstacles.We are Grayditch!And tonight,Grayditch is getting wasted!"

Drifter downed nearly half a bottle of whiskey after this last line,and thrust it into the air proudly.

(OOC: GOING to be, Zerker? :sadvaultboy:)

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Evening

"You ok Celeste? Don't pay him no attention, he's just having a rough day. Any more problems and you just let me know ok?" Joe looked into her eyes and looked worried.

I haven't seen so much emotion form him in three days. Maybe his true nature is coming through. Celeste nodded. "I will, Joe. Thanks." She took a breath and surveyed the diner once more, noticing Duncan was sitting alone at the bar and didn't even have a drink. I've been a bad host. She grabbed two bottles of water, nestled them into the crook of her arm, then grabbed two plates of the mirelurk pasta and went over to his side.

"How are you, Duncan? Having a good time?" she grinned, placing the food in front of him and giving him a bottle of water. "I wasn't sure what you drink so I just brought you some water for now. I'm sorry I neglected you." Celeste perched herself onto the stool next to him. "Do you mind if I sit here? Most the other tables are taken." With a pang of annoyance she thought of Frieda and Pawnee but forced it to pass.

Drifter clanged two beer bottles together. He surveyed the crowd and began to speak. "You know,when I first came here and got a look around,I thought "Look at this dump!There's no way in hell they'll ever fix it up,and I doubt anyone will show up!".Well,boy was I wrong,and I'm glad I was.Even though it doesn't look too different from when we started,the main difference is people.Civilization.We've managed to spread our roots into the parched,tough earth.That's what counts.We all deserve our little piece of this town,because we've all contributed.Whether it be crops,fresh dairy products,medical assistance,or any of the myriad of professions around here that lent a hand,each of you has done your part to better this town.I almost want to kick myself,I've grown so attached to you [censored]s."

Drifter let out a chuckle before continuing.

"This is only the beginning.We will face many hardships in this wasteland,but if we stick together,we can overcome all obstacles.We are Grayditch!And tonight,Grayditch is getting wasted!"

A few cheers came out of the crowd. Celeste winced slightly. Drunken patrons were part and parcel with running a bar -- but rarely was the entire establishment trashed. She hoped that some of the others wouldn't indulge too deeply. She turned to Duncan and raised her water bottle. "Cheers!"

I'll have to write dad a nice letter, tell him all about how people like his town. I bet he'll be pleased to know we're doing so well.

Harlen Jake

Diner - Evening

Jake sighs and taps his fingers on the bar out of boredom. A bartend asks, "So what'll it be today sir?"

Harlen thinks on it, "Hmm, good question. I think I'll just have me some good 'ol purified water."

The bartend walks over to the counter and retrieves some water, "That'll be 18 caps."

Jake strokes his beard, "Oooh, all righty." He grabs for his sack o' caps and reaches in. He puts it on the counter and grabs a handful. He begins counting, "Eh, uh, one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - twelve - thirteen - fourteen - fifteen -" He short three, so he reaches in his sack and grabs tree more, "Eighteen, thank ya."

He uncaps the water and takes a few sips. "Ahhh, that's good drinkin' little lady. Now what's a young 'un like yourself doin' tendin' bar?"

He wonders to himself, Hmm, I wonder if she would have any idea where the target is.

--Evening--
--Celeste's Diner--
--Pawnee--


"Time to get thiz party started!" Pawnee bellowed in the helmet. He raised his power-fist triumphantly into the air, "to Freeda!. . . .eeer. . .to Greyditch! Bez town I eva been in! Firz round on ME!"

When Pawnee finished, Frieda burst into a drunken giggle. Celeste smiled at him, and some of the other residents seemed to grumble, but Pawnee was too giddy to notice.

Joe approached the two of them and shooed them towards a booth, shoving some food onto their table.

"Ha, you kid's grab a seat," Joe grinned, "Eat up now son," he whispered to Pawnee, "get your stamina back up, she don't look like she's finished with you."

"Not by a long shot," Pawnee giggled in the helmet, "why do you think I'm wearing this?"

Joe gave Pawnee a friendly slap on his armored shoulder and then walked back to the bar.

Pawnee settled into his seat. Frieda reached over and pulled off his helmet.

"You almoss got yerself shot," she slurred to Pawnee. She then leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his temple.

Pawnee blushed. He turned to kiss her back, but before he could, Frieda thrust her hand into the air and began waving at Celeste, madly, like a schoolgirl.

"Celeste!" She screamed over the roar of the crowd, "Two beers over here, pleeeeeease!"

Celeste scowled at Frieda and then weaved her way through the crowd, brining them their drinks, "here you go. Eat up though. Your food will get cold."

"Zure thing," Pawnee barked, "yah should turn on da radio! THREE DOG! Let's get some music in here!"

Someone a few tables away banged on the bar top to get everyone's attention. Pawnee turned to face him. It was Drifter. He was making a toast.

"You know, when I first came here and got a look around, I thought Look at this dump! There's no way in hell they'll ever fix it up, and I doubt anyone will show up! Well, boy was I wrong, and I'm glad I was," Drifter beamed, "even though it doesn't look too different from when we started, the main difference is people. Civilization. We've managed to spread our roots into the parched, tough earth. That's what counts. We all deserve our little piece of this town, because we've all contributed. Whether it be crops, fresh dairy products, medical assistance, or any of the myriad of professions around here that lent a hand, each of you has done your part to better this town. I almost want to kick myself, I've grown so attached to you [censored]s."

Drifter let out a chuckle before continuing.

"This is only the beginning," he crowed, "we will face many hardships in this wasteland, but if we stick together, we can overcome all obstacles. We are Grayditch! And tonight, Grayditch is getting wasted!"

"WHOOO-HOOO!" Pawnee made long war whoop. He then grabbed the two beers on the table with his power fist and tore their caps off effortlessly, tossing them through a hole in the ceiling, "damn right Drifter!"

Pawnee dug into his food immediately, gobbling down the soft-shell mireluk in seconds. He then drained most of the beer and moved onto the corn, sawing it off the cob, still giddy and full of excited energy.

The little radio towards the back of the bar began to bellow a jolly, upbeat tune.

"I’m as corny as Kansas in August,
High as a flag on the Fourth of July!
If you’ll excuse an expression I use,
I’m in love, I’m in love,
I’m in love with a wonderful guy!"

Pawnee began to gyrate in his seat, bouncing to the beat. He kissed Frieda on the lips just after she shoved a wad of punga into her mouth. She gave him a look a embarrassment and shock as punga juice dribbled down her chin.

"Hey!" Pawnee shouted to her over the music, "ya wanna dance? It ain't a real party unless someone does," he peered around the bar, "yo James - you and your girl wanna dance too? Could use the company. You too Celeste! How about you Joe? Drifter? Come on! I bet ya know some kind of funky southern-style jig!"

* A Wonderful Guy by Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein (1949)

Frank Smith - Celeste's Diner- Evening


He shuffled his way across the road. Frank looked confused as he read the sign 'Welcumming cumitty.' Forgetting that not everyone in wastes always spell correctly. He could hear a commotion coming from the diner. A party seems to have a risen within.

''Maybe not the best time to make myself known.''

He frowned, this was completely out of his comfort area. Which was mostly a solitary area. He thought it was going to be a quiet town, or rather hoped it would be, as it had only just started up. There was people, and quite a few of them. he had always been a bit of a loner, for obvious reasons, you don't tend to stay about long with people when you've just slipped a dagger into their larynx. But he was not disheartened.

''I suppose I will just have to get used to it,'' he thought,''besides I will have to make 'friends' with these people,''

He teetered at the thought, but still held he head up and made his way to the door. He peered inside. He saw a young busty girl at the counter serving up food with an older gentleman. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten a decent meal. Damn he was hungry, so all the more reason to svck it up and go inside.
He breathed in opened the door, he expected the room to cease to halt at the sight of him. For everyone to stop eating, everyone staring at the creep who just entered the room. But nothing of such happened, they didn't even notice him. He staggered to the bar and took a seat.

Through the noise he heard a woman shout,

''Celeste! Two beers over here, please!''

The young woman he saw serving up food made her way for the table she was seated.

''How inconsiderate,'' he muttered to himself. The poor girl was already rushed off her feet without this rude women yelling at her.

''Celeste,'' he thought,''well that's one name down.''

Suddenly a grubby little urchin came uo to the bar and commenced shovelling whatever he could down his gullet. Frank looked him up and down. Noticed a number across him, wearing a strange leather outfit. Clearly an escaped slave, and a really brave slave at that. Or a really stupid one for that matter. Because any slave still willing to wear his outfit and his tag on show is not exactly inconspicuous. The girl was must have been disgusted, made a good job of hiding it through as the slave thanked her for the food. But didn't hide it well enough it seemed, as the boy ran between her and charming looking lad, and said,

''I can see clearly as people down here call it 'disgusted.' Well let me tell you girly, I came from the Pitt, the most vile, inhuman place in this damned hellhole people call Earth.'

Frank shook his head, this guy clearly has no clue at being incognito.

''For [censored]s sake Frank,' he thought,''don't be so obvious, no-one needs to know that anytime before this, that kid would be found dead in a unfortuate, but highly successful accident.''

He turned towards Celeste, who was still chatting to the young man with her. Looking quite upset since her interaction with the slave. Maybe he shouldn't bother her, but he could see no-one else serving at this time, and he didn't come in here for nothing.

''Excuse me miss...'' He managed.

But he was then completely cut with the rest of the room as the older gentleman began to make a speech.

James wilson – grayditch dinner – evening!

You know, when I first came here and got a look around, I thought Look at this dump! There's no way in hell they'll ever fix it up, and I doubt anyone will show up! Well, boy was I wrong, and I'm glad I was," Drifter beamed, "even though it doesn't look too different from when we started, the main difference is people. Civilization. We've managed to spread our roots into the parched, tough earth. That's what counts. We all deserve our little piece of this town, because we've all contributed. Whether it be crops, fresh dairy products, medical assistance, or any of the myriad of professions around here that lent a hand, each of you has done your part to better this town. I almost want to kick myself, I've grown so attached to you [censored]s."

Drifter let out a chuckle before continuing.

"This is only the beginning," he crowed, "we will face many hardships in this wasteland, but if we stick together, we can overcome all obstacles. We are Grayditch! And tonight, Grayditch is getting wasted!"

“Three cheers to the drifter and Grayditch” james shouted whilst Raising his whiskey in the air. Think I’m gotta like it here

finishing his Brahim steak james looked across the dinner, two men had walked up the bar, one had ordered a drink whilst Pawnee (now very drunk) began to gyrate in his seat, bouncing to the beat and kissing Frieda on the lips just after she had eaten some food.. afterwards he turned to James

yo James - you and your girl wanna dance too? Could use the company. You too Celeste! How about you Joe? Drifter? Come on! I bet ya know some kind of funky southern-style jig!"

“ Sue’s not my girl but why the hell not , what you say Sue” , Sue nodded and downed the rest of her beer., taking off his sling and jacket , James and Sue both got up and started to dance to beat of the radio. " lets dance everyone! "

Best [censored] party since 2057 ( not a typo)