James Wilson – grayditch arms – nightfall

James had finished reading the guns & bullet book and was looking out the window. Six people had gathered around the door of one house, Jesse looked like he was going to kick it the door down but had changed his mind, re-adjusted his position and slowly open the door.

Heading down the basemant James open a small metal trunk that contained some unique items James had collected over the years; a 2071 edition globe, a working camera, Huston police hat & badge, a Vexillarius helmet, a keying with various keys on it, a model highwayman and a http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Electronic_lock_pick

The Electronic lock pick had been used by the huston police in the per-wars days. James had found it ,along with his combat armour around 12 years ago in a police station. whilst it had helped james get into various safes opens the years it was slowly dying , with 3 – 4 uses left. This might be useful tommorrow

Opening up his bag James packed the lock pick, along with some rope, binoculars, food and water. After James had finished packing he climbed into bed and nodded of to sleep

(OOC: I will move Frieda to the next day, too. It's not like I put any effort into my writing or RP.)

FRIEDA ~~ GRAYDITCH ~~ DAWN

Frieda was coming down the main entrance to Grayditch, passing the wall. The main problem with having fallen asleep just after the sun had set was that she woke even earlier than her usual crack-of-dawn. She spent an hour dismantling and reassembling her plasma pistol, organizing her things, and generally distracting herself from taking her run while it was still pitch dark out. When it still wasn't quite time for sunrise, she did all of her other exercises first, hoping there'd be a bit more light by the time she finished.

Her mind was spinning with thoughts of all the tasks she hoped to accomplish that day when she rounded past the security shack and noticed two figures standing outside the door to her and Vict's new shop. One of them wasn't human. Pawnee. She jogged up towards them, slowing to a walk as she got closer.

She realized she was happy to see him. Why wouldn't I be? He's been nothing but nice for the past couple days, and I deserve a friend, don't I?

"Hi," she grinned. "You're up early." Frieda nodded towards the door of Spark and Flame. "Did you need something?"

--Dawn--

--Spark and Flame--

--Pawnee--

Pawnee finally saw Frieda make her way up the street, wearing the same exercise clothes as the day before. Her face was pink and sweaty. She looked winded and breathless, but Pawnee thought she looked like one of the supermodels he'd seen on a PreWar billboard.

Could look at her for days. . .wonder why she's still single. . .guys must hit on her all the time - rich ones too. . .maybe she's looking for something different.

Or maybe it has something to do with her past. . ..

Pawnee whistled at her as she jogged towards him.

"Morning Freida."

"Hi. You're up early," Freida grinned. She eyed the door to her little shop, "did you need something?"

"Yeah, actually," Pawnee scratched his scalp, "I wanted to ask you about a welding torch. I have a little side project going on and I'm in need of one. Could you loan me a torch? I've never used one before, is it difficult? I wouldn't want to get burned. . .again."

Pawnee rolled up his sleeves, showing Freida his forearms. Both had several, dark-red scars criss-crossing them. It looked like they had been branded or burned.

Pawnee watched Freida glance down at the scars, "a while back I happened to piss off the wrong guy. . .they don't hurt anymore - but I don't want new ones. I'm running out of free skin. . ."

FRIEDA ~~ Spark and Flame ~~ Dawn

Frieda caught her breath with a hiss when Pawnee showed her his scars. What the [censored] is wrong with people? "What did you do, to deserve that?" she asked softly, before realizing it was rude to pry.

She wiped some sweat off her brow with the back of her hand. "I'm not sure about the torch, the welding stuff belongs to Vict..." Frieda watched Pawnee's expression drop. Aw, geez. It must be something important. "Let's go inside and see what he's got. Maybe he'll have something that will meet your needs but won't be as dangerous, hmm? I have to go back to my house and get my key, though. Just wait here one minute, hmm?"

Frieda jogged off back to her house. She bounded up the stairs and briefly considered changing and decided it was a good idea. She pulled on a clean, yellow coloured t-shirt, and her usual shorts and leggings, threw her long hair into a messy, loose bun on her head, grabbed her key and her pistol and ran back out.

"Sorry about the wait," she apologized, motioning Pawnee to follow her to the door to the shop as she placed her key into the lock. "What do you need a torch for, anyways?" The lock clicked open and she opened the door to the relatively empty house that was not quite the workshop it needed to be.

--Dawn--

--Spark & Flame--

--Pawnee--

"What did you do to deserve that?" Freida asked softly. She continued before Pawnee had a chance to reply, "I'm not sure about the torch, the welding stuff belongs to Vict. . . .Let's go inside and see what he's got. Maybe he'll have something that will meet your needs but won't be as dangerous. I have to go back to my house and get my key, though. Just wait here one minute."

"Sure," Pawnee grinned, "ain't got nothing but time anyway. . ."

Pawnee watched Frieda jog back to her house.

She seems kinda iffy about this. . .

Pawnee reached into his pack and fed Buck a few scraps of jerky while waiting for Frieda to return. She took a bit longer than expected, and when she finally appeared, she was wearing new clothes.

Typical female. . before she can do anything, she has to go change. . .

"Sorry about the wait," Freida smile while motioning Pawnee to follow her to the door to the shop, "what do you need a torch for, anyways?"

Pawnee followed her inside, squinting in the resulting dimness, "for my project."

Should I tell her about the safe? She doesn't seem like the kind of person who would demand a cut. Who knows though? The promise of caps does funny things to people.

"Well," Pawnee sat down on a workbench. He playfully looked up at the ceiling for a moment, and checked to make sure they were alone, "honestly, I was going to keep this to myself. I probably still should. . .but. . .I found a safe. I don't know what's in it and I want to get it open. I figured the torch could cut through the lock - hopefully - but I'm not really sure. Safe's aren't my thing. Think it'll work? Willing to lend it to me. . .or maybe lend me a hand. . . .?"

Drifter - Dawn - Grayditch


Drifter hustled in with the rest of the men as the regulator opened the door.James and big man ran up stairs,and the 4 of them were left to clear the bottom floor.

Radroaches scuttled out of dark corners,looking mean and hungry.

Well,they won't be hungry in a minute.

Drifter stomped the head of the nearest radroach,and fired his revolver at a small swarm of them in the room.

The fight was over quickly,4 men versus maybe 15 radroaches is a bad idea...for the roaches.

All of a sudden,a large boom that sounded like a shotgun blast emanated from upstairs,followed by several shots.

Oh [censored],what have they gotten into.

Drifter cautiously ran upstairs,holding his revolver level with his eyes.It was dark,but he would be able to see an enemy.

Drifter got up to the second floor and saw Rennie huddled over the big fellow.

Running over,he saw a few dents in the mans combat armor,but he seemed okay.

Laughing, Drifter called out to the men downstairs,

"Everything clear down there?It's all good up here,big guy just had a little accident."

Drifter squatted next to Rennie and addressed him,

"Well,better safe than sorry I suppose.I was expecting ghouls more than radroaches...It's a wonder we didn't shoot eachother."

Chuckling,Drifter leaned back against the wall and stuck his revolver back in it's holster.

James Wilson – grayditch arms – dawn

James had gotten up earlier that usually today and was eating some sugar bombs in the kitchen, Pawnee and his dog were outside waiting for Frieda to open her shop, after a while Frieda appeared and they enter her store Spark & Flame. better get ready ,he will be leaving soon.

After finishing his beakfast , james went down to the basemant put on his combat armour ,picked up his bag and landmine. walking outside Pawnee was still insdie Spark & Flame.

James sat down on his doorstep and waited for Pawnee to exit.

"Pawnee I know about safe and I want to help you with it but can I keep the safe once it's open, you can have anything we find inside." hope i guessed correclty, who buys dynamite to knock a door down anyway?.

FRIEDA ~~ Spark and Flame ~~ Dawn

"Honestly, I was going to keep this to myself. I probably still should. . .but. . .I found a safe. I don't know what's in it and I want to get it open. I figured the torch could cut through the lock - hopefully - but I'm not really sure. Safe's aren't my thing. Think it'll work? Willing to lend it to me. . .or maybe lend me a hand. . . .?" Pawnee trailed off. Frieda had busied herself rummaging through the small collection of Vict's tools with a frown on her face, still feeling uneasy about just volunteering Vict's tools without being able to consult him.

A safe? Breaking and entering isn't something I'm all that good at. Images of a recent memory came to mind, having stumbled upon a defunct power station and trying to get into a safe sitting on the floor. She nearly broke all the toes on her right foot having kicked it, repeatedly, out of her frustration. Frieda pulled out what she thought must be a small welding torch. She flicked its switch and was satisfied to hear it had some fuel.

Good idea. I can make sure he doesn't break Vict's tool, an it'll give us a chance to talk. He seems genuine, and has told me a couple of his own secrets already.

Frieda turned and flashed him a grin. "Looks like you're lucky, Pawnee, we've got a torch and it'll make a flame." She tossed it over to him.

"You know," she mused, "sometimes safes are connected to a secure terminal. I might be able to short the connection and get the lock open." Frieda led them outside and locked the door once again. "At the very least, I should make sure you don't hurt yourself again." The sun was well over the horizon, then, and she wondered if others would start stirring in the town. "Shall we?"

OOC: How about this - only I get to decide what will open the safe, and what is in the safe. Cool? Also, when you guys answer, feel free to start up a conversation. I don't want to get to the safe immediately - lets walk and talk.

--Early Morning--

--Sparkle and Flame--

--Pawnee--

Frieda rummaged through a large bin and then turned around. She was holding a welding a torch. A big grin was plastered across her face.

"Looks like you're lucky, Pawnee, we've got a torch and it'll make a flame," she tossed it over to him.

Pawnee almost dropped the contraption. He clutched it tightly while turning it end-over-end.

"You know," Frieda mused, "sometimes safes are connected to a secure terminal. I might be able to short the connection and get the lock open."

"Sounds promising, but I didn't see a terminal around," Pawnee though aloud, "guess it I could have missed it. . .you're welcome to try."

Frieda opened the front door and waved Pawnee outside, "at the very least, I should make sure you don't hurt yourself again. . . shall we?"

"After you," Pawnee let Frieda exit first. He followed her outside.

James was sitting on the front steps to Spark and Flame. He grinned at Pawnee.

"Pawnee," he began, "I know about the safe and I want to help you with it. But can I keep the safe once it's open? You can have anything we find inside."

Pawnee blanched.

How - how does he know about the safe? Did he hear me talking to Frieda? I should play dumb. . .no - wait - I've stalled to much already. He'll know I'm lying.

"Uh. . . ."

Why would he want a safe? That thing is a monster anyway. There's no way he could bring it back. He's bluffing. He just wants to see where the safe is and then demand a cut.

"So you know about it, eh?" Pawnee said coyly.

Pawnee motioned for both Freida and James to begin to walk out of town, towards the D.C. ruins. When they were out of earshot of Greyditch he continued.

"Listen. I don't want to get into some kind of shooting match over whatever's in that safe. Could be nothing in it at all," Pawnee switched his gaze between Frieda and James, "I doubt that you can move it, James. The safe is bolted to the floor and weighs a ton. Its pretty far away too. I think the fair thing to do is decide on the split now. We'll do it in finder's order, okay? I get first pick of whatever's in the safe, Freida gets next pick, and you get third. Then we'll start over again until its empty. We tell no one else about this - and James - if you think you'd be a better shot to get it open with this dynamite then take a crack at it. And if you have any other ideas on opening it, then I'm all ears."

Pawnee stopped walking, waiting for Buck to catch-up.

"Is that okay with both of you?" Pawnee frowned, "before we go on any further I want to make sure we don't wind up fighting in the end."

(OOC: @Surfer -- obviously )

FRIEDA ~~ Spark(le) and Flame/Grayditch ~~ Early morning

Frieda was visibly surprised to see James sitting on the doorstep to her shop. When I wondered if others would be awake soon, I hadn't thought it would be him. She also, secretly, was a little bitter there'd be a third wheel to the expedition. In the months that passed since her initial waking, Frieda had spend most of the time on her own. Women shunned her, unable to keep their jealousy from trying to get to know her, and men...well. It made her wary of opening up to anyone.

She really hoped to take the time alone with Pawnee to get to know him a little better. He had promised not to judge her based on her past and she wanted to see if he meant it. She could use a friend. As they passed the diner, Frieda glanced in to see Celeste putting some pots on the stove and getting ready for the day.

Pawnee was going on about the safe and who would get to pick what from its contents. Frieda really wasn't interested in pre-war clothing or money, the typical contents of a safe -- at least, in her experience. "Whatever you want," she mumbled, stuffing her hands into her pockets and beginning to walk.

OOC: okay, i was going to PM you about the safe but you beat me too it!

James wilson – outside grayditch – Dawn

"Is that okay with both of you?" Pawnee frowned, "before we go on any further I want to make sure we don't up fighting in the end."

good thing I guess correctly

“i'm okay with sharing what inside, if you are”

Whats Frieda interests in this?, Pawnee probably told her.I better tell them why I want the safe before they get suspicious.

" I needed a safe location outside of town. Some of people in town don’t look like the “trusting” type and I need a safe place outside of town where I can store stuff just in case anything “happens” in town like this safe"

hopefully they will beileve me and won't shoot me in the back...

"Oh and before I forget I have this electronic lock pick, it’s worked before but it looks like it's going to fall apart any day now.”



Frieda had walked along, brooding to herself, when Pawnee's voice cut through her thoughts. "Hey James," Pawnee pointed at James's gear, "you're looking pretty tough right now. Nice armor. Why don't you take the lead and keep an eye out for me and Frieda. You look like you can hold your own against a whole squad of Talon Mercs and I sold you most of my ammo. The safe is in a house that's about a half an hour up this road. Take point for a little while. We'll switch off when we get closer."

I have taken on talon mercs but better not tell them about it.

“sure I take point”

james began jogging up the road but could hear Fredia and Pawnee talking but was unable to make out anything they were saying. Hope their not talking about killing me…

OOC: Hehe, Sparkle.

--Morning--

--Greyditch Outskirts--

--Pawnee--

"Is that okay with both of you?" Pawnee frowned, "before we go on any further I want to make sure we don't up fighting in the end."

"Whatever you want," Frieda was only half paying attention, her thoughts obviously elsewhere.

“I'm okay with sharing what's inside, if you are," James smiled, "I need a safe location outside of town. Some of people in town don’t look like the “trusting” type I need a safe place where I can store stuff just in case anything “happens." Oh, and before I forget, I have his electronic lock pick. It’s worked before but looks like it's going to fall apart any day now.”

Pawnee stared at the lock pick. His eyes sparkled.

Wow. . .guess its a good thing you're tagging along. . .

"Its settled then," Pawnee nodded to himself, "hope we can open the safe without damaging it for ya James. But we'll see. If we have to melt the lock off it probably won't be much use to ya."

Pawnee glanced at Frieda. She looked like she wanted to talk. He doubted she would with James around and really wanted to get a peek into her head.

"Hey James," Pawnee pointed at James's gear, "you're looking pretty tough right now. Nice armor. Why don't you take the lead and keep an eye out for me and Frieda. You look like you can hold your own against a whole squad of Talon Mercs and I sold you most of my ammo. The safe is in a house that's about a half an hour up this road. Take point for a little while. We'll switch off when we get closer."

When Pawnee thought that James was an acceptable distance away he leaned into Frieda.

"Didn't know we'd have company, but he seems like a nice guy," Pawnee winked, "what's up with you? You don't seem too exited to see what's in the safe. Got something else on your mind?"

(OOC: I will move this along re: Celeste's house because there was nothing more threatening than some radroaches, hehe.)

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Early morning

As surprising as it may seem, Celeste was in a very bad mood. For whatever reason, Joe thought it would be okay for half a dozen armed men (plus Katie) to storm the broken down house for hostiles. When all there was inside were some skeletons and oversized roaches, the infiltration team was definitely overkill, and their enthusiasm for destroying the bugs made a gigantic mess.

A mess she ended up cleaning after the two hours worth of dishes she had left from the diner.

On top of that, the door to her bedroom was completely destroyed. She was small enough that she could have slept on the bunk bed, but it lacked a mattress on either level. It didn't matter much, though -- by the time she was ready for bed, it was after midnight, and she slept very poorly.

She rose just before dawn, just in time to watch Frieda run out of town. Celeste blinked at the plants behind the security shack. Were they that big two days ago? I wish I could remember.

Celeste flicked the switch on the radio and it was tuned to something else. "You're listening to Agatha. Good morning, Wasteland. I will start the day with a minuet made popular by one, Leon Nickelston, said to be one of the youngest violin virtuosos ever to have lived." The sound of a violin came through the speaker and Celeste figured the soft music would help keep her mood.

She got to work brewing some coffee and going through the fridge, figuring out what to serve for breakfast. She turned just in time to watch Pawnee, Frieda, and James pass the diner on their way out of town for whatever reason. Pawnee must have forgot about our breakfast date. Her gaze stopped on Frieda for a moment. Not like I don't know why.

Her spirits lifted as she saw Joe emerge from the security shack and start to make his way towards the diner. She picked up the clipboard she had propped up against a coffee cup -- she had painted "CLOSED" onto it, until the door could be put back and locked -- and put it back behind the bar.

(OOC: Couldn't resist...I can't help but tease you about your typos.)

FRIEDA ~~ Wasteland outside Grayditch ~~ Early morning

Frieda had walked along, brooding to herself, when Pawnee's voice cut through her thoughts. "Hey James," Pawnee pointed at James's gear, "you're looking pretty tough right now. Nice armor. Why don't you take the lead and keep an eye out for me and Frieda. You look like you can hold your own against a whole squad of Talon Mercs and I sold you most of my ammo. The safe is in a house that's about a half an hour up this road. Take point for a little while. We'll switch off when we get closer."

James jogged up ahead. After a moment or two, Pawnee drew close. "Didn't know we'd have company, but he seems like a nice guy," Pawnee winked, "what's up with you? You don't seem too excited to see what's in the safe. Got something else on your mind?"

Frieda smiled, and shrugged. "I won't lie, I came along more for the chat and fresh air." She paused in her speech, idly kicking a rock with the toe of her boot and watching it skip and roll away. She took a breath. "I was thinking about what you said, yesterday. About how the past doesn't matter to you. Do you remember?"

She sighed, feeling nervous. "I owe you an answer to your question...you know, about my past." Frieda trembled slightly, realizing she hadn't admitted what she was about to say to anyone. "A few months ago, I woke up in a wrecked...vehicle of some sort, wearing an Enclave uniform, not even knowing my own name. The uniform had a tag on it that said 'Frieda'. Other than that, I don't know who I am or where I came from."

She tittered nervously. "Weird, right? But it's the truth." Frieda locked eyes with Pawnee, her face grave. "I swear, it's all the truth I know."

OOC: This will probably be my last post today (real life "today" ), so I hope you guys are around tomorrow when we. . dun-dun-dun. . .open the safe.

--Morning--

--D.C. Outskirts--

--Pawnee--

Frieda smiled, and shrugged. "I won't lie, I came along more for the chat and fresh air. . .I was thinking about what you said, yesterday. About how the past doesn't matter to you. Do you remember?"

"Yeah," Pawnee nodded still smiling.

Frieda sighed, "I owe you an answer to your question. You know - about my past. A few months ago, I woke up in a wrecked. . .vehicle of some sort, wearing an Enclave uniform, not even knowing my own name. The uniform had a tag on it that said 'Frieda'. Other than that, I don't know who I am or where I came from."

Pawnee stared at her intently for a moment, trying to see if she was joking.

Frieda tittered nervously, "weird, right? But it's the truth. I swear. It's all the truth I know."

Enclave! She's enclave?!? I'd keep that hidden too. . .bunch of genocidal maniacs. . .

"There's a name for that. I think. Am. . nesa. Amnessa or something," Pawnee squinted at her, "that must be tough to deal with. I don't envy you. You really can't remember anything at all? You should have seen that doctor in town, Cris. . .maybe he could help you. Unless you don't want to remember. . ."

Buck barked and ran ahead of the pair, up towards James.

Pawnee watched the dog run and then looked back at Frieda. She looked miserable.

"Maybe your name's not even Frieda. You could have borrowed someone else's uniform. Maybe its Lucille or Quincy or something," Pawnee teased.

Freida didn't crack a smile.

"Well. . .I appreciate you coming clean," Pawnee wiped the smile off his face, "I think I heard that people with amnessa get their memory back. . .eventually. Maybe you just need to find something that will jog it. Something familiar."

Pawnee noticed a fork in the road, up ahead. They were getting close to the house.

"Yo, James!" Pawnee called up to him, "slow up and let's walk together. We're almost there."

FRIEDA ~~ outside D.C. ~~ Morning

"There's a name for that. I think. Am. . nesa. Amnessa or something," Pawnee squinted at her, "that must be tough to deal with. I don't envy you. You really can't remember anything at all? You should have seen that doctor in town, Cris. . .maybe he could help you. Unless you don't want to remember. . ."

Buck barked and ran ahead of the pair, up towards James.

"Maybe your name's not even Frieda. You could have borrowed someone else's uniform. Maybe its Lucille or Quincy or something," Pawnee teased.

Right now I think it's "idiot". She didn't smile.

"Well. . .I appreciate you coming clean," Pawnee wiped the smile off his face, "I think I heard that people with amnessa get their memory back. . .eventually. Maybe you just need to find something that will jog it. Something familiar."

"It's amnesia, the word you're looking for," she finally spoke, correcting the young man. She sighed heavily, unsurprised at the brief hesitation that she could read on Pawnee's face. Always the same kind of look people give when they hear "Enclave". I wish I knew why everyone hated them so much.

"Yo, James!" Pawnee called up to him, "slow up and let's walk together. We're almost there."

Thank God. Frieda worried that Pawnee would shun her with the information, or use it to his advantage. So much for making a friend. If anyone tries to come after me, at least I know how to use my gun. Barring that, I can probably run faster... She flicked her head from side to side, letting the joints in her neck pop, and said nothing else.

jJames wilson - outside grayditch - early morning

Yo, James!" Pawnee called up to him, "slow up and let's walk together. We're almost there."

Good I’m getting tired of walking

James sat down on a old bench waiting for the others to catch up and After a few minutes Pawnee and Fredia had caught up and the three of them carried on walking towards a fork in the road....

Maybe I should ask Fredia about that symbol on her gun now that we are out of town

“Hey Fredia now that we are out of town, where did you get had plasma pistol? reminds me of those soldier boys that tired to police the wasteland a while back until that guy kill them all.”

FRIEDA ~~ outside D.C. ~~ morning

“Hey Freida now that we are out of town, where did you get had plasma pistol? reminds me of those soldier boys that tired to police the wasteland a while back until that guy kill them all," James asked her.

Her lip twitched and she reflexively glanced at Pawnee, whose expression was blank. Until what guy killed who all? One guy destroyed the Enclave? What is he talking about?

James was waiting for an answer. Frieda'd been asked a number of times on the origins of her weapon and she offered the best story she'd ever come up with about it. "I bought it, a couple months ago," she began, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Guys in black power armour, do you know them? They collect tech. They didn't try to remove the Enclave logo because they thought it'd interfere with the integrity of the weapon." She nodded towards Pawnee and smiled. "Pawnee was just asking me about it, it's funny you would ask, too. I was describing its mechanism and such."

Please please please don't spill what I just told you please please please please, her mind screamed at Pawnee. I don't want to have to get into a firefight with you, and I really, really don't want to end up killing you...

James wilson - Outside grayditch - Morning

I bought it, a while back," she began, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Guys in black power armour, do you know them? They collect tech. They didn't try to remove the Enclave logo because they thought it'd interfere with the integrity of the weapon." She nodded towards Pawnee and smiled. "Pawnee was just asking me about it, it's funny you would ask, too. I was describing its mechanism and such."

Outcasts selling guns , that can’t be true , she might be one of them, dam i was starting to like her

"Yeah I know the outcast, they where brotherhood that didn’t agree with the leader so they left. They patrol the wasteland killing raiders and gathering tech but I didn’t know they sold weapons , their leader guy however will buy any laser or plasma weapons you have but they Aren’t the ones that got wiped out, you can still find some outcasts down south""

Duncan Talson

Early Morning

Duncan was awoken by a low moo that was filled with pain from outside [censored], I haven't milked Jane for two days he thought urgently. He quickly pulled on his leather armour and walked over to the two headed and cow put a calming hand on the scruff of her neck "Sorry about that girl, i've just been caught up with the new place lately" he told her sympathetically. Duncan knelt down and was about to begin emptying the milk from her udders when he thought There's no reason to waste the milk may as well give it to the diner he spotted a heavily dented bucket which thankfully had no holes in and decided that it would do the job.

The work was tough, Jane's udders had been extremely stiff, but, he battled on. It took him about half an hour but when he finished he stared down at the near full bucket and thought to himself if only we had the right equipment, I could turn this into cheese and cream.... he was lost in thought before Jane nudged him, demanding to be fed ,he let out a small chuckle then grabbed some grain for her and spread it out. "Enjoy girl, i'll be back later on" he said over his shoulder as he made his way towards the diner with his bucket in hand.

Duncan took a different route this morning to see more of the town there was barely anything to look at on his way except an old abandoned metro station, he paid it no heed and rounded a corner before finally enetering the diner to see Celeste who didn't look none to happy. "Well good morning Celeste" he said Cheerily trying to lift her spirits "I've got fresh milk right here just from this morning and i'm giving it to the diner, afterall nothing beats the taste of fresh milk." he said with a grin and placed the bucket on the counter and continued "and if you want to keep any left over just chuck it in the fridge, should keep for about 2 days." he gave her another friendly smile, sat down on one of the stools, then asked "so what's on the menu today?"

OOC: Skirt, there is no terminal . Nice Vault 114 reference over the radio

--Morning--
--D.C. Outskirts--
--Pawnee--

James had called Frieda out on her enclave gear, which was apparently marked with an enclave symbol. Pawnee hadn’t noticed. He ignored the conversation so his face didn’t give anything away. Instead, he idly stared up the road. He could see the house with the safe less than fifty feet in front of them, just past the fork in the road.

“ I don’t know a lot about this “enclave” but from what that deserter told me they were American Government or what’s left of it,” James droned, “they used to have those flying ships, verti-birds until that guy took over their airport and the mini-war with the Brotherhood but I didn’t know they sold weapons, all they did with me was check to see if I was radiated and gave me free water, not many left in DC nowadays"

“The house is up there,” Pawnee cut in, “let’s chit-chat after we get that safe open. Then we’ll have a lot more to talk about.”

Pawnee guided Frieda and James forward, towards the block of houses. He then pointed to one in particular, scurrying up to it. Pawnee had sealed the open window off with more rubble so that one else would notice it while he was gone. He cleared away the thin layer of broken bricks and then waved Frieda inside of the house.

“Ladies first,” Pawnee smiled.

After Frieda entered, Pawnee wiggled his way inside, with James entering last.

Pawnee clicked on a little flashlight. He swept the dusty, cluttered interior with it, and eventually pointed the beam of light at the safe.

“There it is!” Pawnee barked, excitedly, “its [censored] huge, isn’t it?”

Pawnee walked over to the safe and took his pack off of his back. He rummaged around in it and pulled out Cris’s stethoscope. He then glanced back at Frieda.

“Why don’t you look for a terminal while doctor Pawnee goes to work.”

Pawnee made a dumb grin at Frieda. He then put the stethoscope up to the safe and began to turn the wheel ever so slowly. He listened intently for the click but heard nothing. He turned the wheel over and over again for about ten minutes with zero results.

Pawnee turned back to James with a frown, “guess I’m not as skilled as I thought. You wanna try your auto-lock pick thingy? Maybe you’ll have better luck.”

Jimmy Leggio. Grayditch outskirts. Morning

Jimmy headed back towards Grayditch, looking for Joe Rennie. His men had caught up with the traders around midnight. After a brief firefight the trader's bodyguard had been killed, but the trader himself was captured unharmed. He'd fetch a good price. He was burly and quite strong, but once the collar was on he'd simply sat sobbing amongst the other slaves, easily broken.

Up ahead he spotted a group of people leaving the town. Leggio quietly swore to himself and moved to take cover behind the corroded remains of a bus. He crouched down as low as he could, trying to remain out of sight as the party passed his position. As far as anyone in town knew Jimmy had gone sight seeing with his men. If he were to be seen outside of town without them it might arouse suspicion.

As the party moved closer Jimmy was able to identify the different members. The arms dealer seemed to be taking point, toting a rifle. The man looked quite imposing in his dark combat armour and his arm appeared to have been mended somehow. Behind him walked the boy, Pawnee, the one with the dog. He strolled alongside the blond, Jimmy couldn't remember if hed caught her name.

The group passed him, heading towards the ruins of DC. Jimmy began to move out again, he wasn't as young as he used to be and his legs were biginning to ache. He froze as the mutt looked directly at him, but the boy clicked his tongue and called the dog away. Breathing a sigh of relief Leggio quietly moved out. He hurried on his way. He wanted to see Rennie and work out how to bring the slaves in.

He was almost into the town now just rounding the makeshift fence. Once he'd seen Joe he'd get home and see Laura and his daughter. It'd been a rough night for Jimmy, he was getting too damn old to be spending the night sleeping in old ruins, he needed a matress and a pillow these days.

He was absorbed in these thoughts when he walked headfirst into Joe Rennie.


Joe Rennie. Celeste's house. The night before.

"Everything clear down there? It's all good up here, big guy just had a little accident." Driter called from beside Joe.

The old fellow moved closer to him and said, "Well, better safe than sorry I suppose. I was expecting ghouls more than radroaches... It's a wonder we didn't shoot each other."

Joe shot a worried glance at the old coot. He actualy sounds disappointed. Does he want another feral attack? Maybe it's whatever he's been smoking, Joe quietly sniffed, Hmmm, Vegas Baby. It's been a while.

Jet turned back to Harold and prodded him with his boot. The giant didn't respond, instead laying motionless on the floor. "Well he's been knocked out I think that's bad enogh. We'd better get him back over to my place. I'll get the doctor for him in the morning if he doesn't come round."

Joe looked at the old man and rememberd his bad leg. "Are you up to helping? Or should I get someone else?"

James wilson - Morning--D.C. Outskirts

“Why don’t you look for a terminal while doctor Pawnee goes to work.”

Pawnee made a dumb grin at Frieda. He then put the stethoscope up to the safe and began to turn the wheel ever so slowly. He listened intently for the click but heard nothing. He turned the wheel over and over again for about ten minutes with zero results.

Pawnee turned back to James with an frown, “guess I’m not as skilled as I thought.
You wanna try your auto-lock pick thingy? Maybe you’ll have better luck.”

The doctor has failed “Okay I give it a go”

opening up his bag james pick up the lock pick and plugged the lockpick in the safe and it began to auto- pick the lock But after five minutes nothing had happened. Unplugging the lockpick , james noticed the lockpick had overheated and had began to melt and was now useless.

“[censored], I’ve used that for 12 years without any problems and today it breaks , nevermind got any more ideas Pawnee, Fredia? or should i just blow it up”

(OOC: You liked it? )

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Morning

Duncan's sweet smile did a lot to bring Celeste up from her cranky low. He plunked a bucket of milk onto the counter, and she stared at it for a moment, wide-eyed.

"I've got fresh milk right here just from this morning and i'm giving it to the diner, afterall nothing beats the taste of fresh milk, and if you want to keep any left over just chuck it in the fridge, should keep for about 2 days." he gave her another friendly smile, sat down on one of the stools, then asked "so what's on the menu today?"

She rolled her shoulders. "I was just thinking about that, Duncan. I'm not too sure. Da--Moriarty sent something called 'mole rat sausage' and I thought I'd try my hand at baking these 'Mama Dolce's Famous Instant Biscuits'. It called for milk and I wasn't sure what I was going to do." Celeste winked. "Did you sleep all right in your tent?" She bent over and pulled out a mixing bowl and a spoon, then opened up the biscuit mix.

"Coffee is ready, can I tempt you with some?"




FRIEDA ~~ dilapidated house ~~ morning

“ I don’t know a lot about this “enclave” but from what that deserter told me they were American Government or what’s left of it,” James droned, “they used to have those flying ships, verti-birds until that guy took over their airport and the mini-war with the Brotherhood but I didn’t know they sold weapons, all they did with me was check to see if I was radiated and gave me free water, not many left in DC nowadays"

“The house is up there,” Pawnee cut in, “let’s chit-chat after we get that safe open. Then we’ll have a lot more to talk about.”

Frieda was overwhelmed with relief when Pawnee derailed the conversation. He's keeping it in confidence. I hope it stays that way. Maybe we can talk more about it later.

Pawnee dismantled the makeshift barrier and grinned as he asked her to go in first. Frieda awkwardly, but deftly, crawled through the hole and squinted in the dusty darkness inside. After all three were inside, Pawnee pulled out a flashlight and suggested she look for a terminal. Frieda inspected the area around the safe, looking for tell-tale wiring that would indicate a terminal nearby. Nothing. Maybe the wires are hidden... Her search expanded outside the room and into the next, but there was nothing. The upstairs was completely inaccessible.

"I don't see a computer anywhere," she said, returning. Pawnee was straightening from having been listening to the safe. She smirked at how serious his face was.

DO. NOT. FALL. FOR. HIM. He's too young for you!

It might encourage him to keep your secret, though.

Shut up. You're just lonely and latching on to the first person to pay you more attention than a first glance. ...and stop arguing with yourself, sign of insanity, remember??

Frieda blushed, hoping he hadn't noticed her staring and knelt next to Buck, petting him on the head. “Wanna try your auto lockpick thingy?” she heard Pawnee ask James.

The little device all but crumbled in James' hand.

“[censored], I’ve used that for 12 years without any problems and today it breaks , nevermind got any more ideas Pawnee, Fredia? or should i just blow it up”

"NO!" Frieda exclaimed. Blowing it up was an option? Oh, Pawnee... "Let me try to melt it off." She opened her hand towards Pawnee, who placed the torch into her palm.

"Stand back please, gentlemen...and that includes any explosives you may be carrying." Frieda made a shooing gesture with her left hand and sparked the torch with her right. This seems like a bad idea. She held the hottest part of the flame up to the lock and watched the metal begin to become orange with heat. After a while, it broke apart and landed on the floor with a thud, nearly missing Frieda's toe.

The door to the safe was now unlocked. "She's all yours," she waved at Pawnee with a smile.

(OOC: you guys are too fast, haha)

Duncan Talson

Duncan saw Celeste's spirits lift as she said "I was just thinking about that, Duncan. I'm not too sure. Da--Moriarty sent something called 'mole rat sausage' and I thought I'd try my hand at baking these 'Mama Dolce's Famous Instant Biscuits'. It called for milk and I wasn't sure what I was going to do." she gave him a qucik wink and continued.

"Did you sleep all right in your tent?" before he could answer she shot out another question at him "Coffee is ready, can I tempt you with some?"

Duncan put his hands on his head and stretched out. "Coffee would be lovely Celeste nothing like it to loosen the joints and unstiffen the bones in the morning." he said cheerily abd watched her as she started to fill a cup and continued "and sleeping in the tent..... well it was a damn sight better sleep than out on the road let me tell you not being awoken by howling dogs and scurrying mole rats." Duncan's stomach rumbled when he caught a glimpse of the sasuages Celeste had been talking about "and on the topic of mole rats, those sausages look delicious especially to a man who has been living on bread for the last few days, could I get a couple perhaps?" he exhaled a breath and thought to himself yep life his good he gave a grin at the prospect and relaxed a little more.