Welcome to Grayditch! Thread five.

Post » Fri May 13, 2011 1:21 pm

(OOC: @Lewis...It's J.T. not T.J. :lol: )

FRIEDA ~~ Sparkly purple wagon of crazy wonders ~~ Mid-afternoon

"I'm....." Brandy toed the ground with her flip flop, "I'm sorry, I will try Frieda, I swear. I just feel like such a klutz knocking the pills Bob gave me down the drain. I'm going to need something, think Ryler would have some more? James? Bob said those were all he had." she looked up at Frieda, " I owe you for helping me, I.... I wont use it anymore. "

For the second time that day, her heart softened towards the younger woman. "Brandy, you should just ask for help sometimes. If I knew that had happened I'd have found something else for you." Frieda's attention was partially distracted by the fact that Pawnee was talking to the man called Zardoz and soliciting some medical attention from him. Zardoz pulled out what looked like a legit chem so Frieda turned back to Brandy, but Mirvin had clanked up and began talking to her.

The woman Zardoz had referred to as his assistant was suddenly in her face. "Would you like me to read your palm?" Frieda found the woman's purple hair unsettling. Her dark eyeshadow made the woman's eyes appear to be sleepy and droopy, but she seemed to be full of energy.

"I...uh, well," Frieda stammered, "to be honest, I don't have a single cap to my name right now." Though, I'm dead curious about what you think you would "see"... "I'm sure I could find something in my shop to trade you, or maybe do some electrical work for you, in exchange." She gave a small smile. "Lousy offer, I know, but as luck would have it, raiders destroyed my house and all my things during the night, and until I get myself back to work, well..."

She shrugged. "If not then that's all right. I wouldn't want you to feel like I've insulted your talents." Frieda tried very hard to show a genuine smile.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 2:45 pm

OOC- I'm a posting as I write.


Bob Dobbs

Greyditch Diner – Early Afternoon


After talking to Celeste and paying her respects to her friend Duncan, Brandy left. Dobbs decided to see if the doctor (Ryler?) needed any help. Hoping the man in the suit wouldn’t challenge him as well, got up and walked towards Ryler and Celeste. As he came up, he noticed that J.T had come back inside and with another man was working on one of the wounded townspeople.

“Anything I can do to help?”, Dobbs asked Ryler, who was examining Celeste’s eye injury. “I treated Brandy’s gunshot wound. Fortunately, it didn’t hit any bones so she will heal quickly.”

“Thanks for helping with her”, replied Ryler. “When this is over and you get the time, could you come by and tell me about it so I can update her record?” Ryler then took Dobbs aside for the moment so Celeste couldn’t hear. “Celeste’s injury isn’t as serious as I thought but it has to be treated quickly and I cannot work on something like this here. I am going to take her back to my clinic. J.T. and…Shawn?, are going to stabilize that fellow then I need him brought to me. I have a stretcher, would you come along and get it while they work on him?”

At that moment, a man in blue combat armor and a bandaged left arm came in, and asked if anyone required assistance. Dobbs introduced himself to the man, who identified himself as James Wilson. Dobbs sent him with Ryler and Celeste to bring back the stretcher. Dobbs then watched J.T work on the unconscious man. He extracted the last of the shrapnel and asked for Dobbs’s skin stapler, which he then used to close the man’s open wounds.

Having a free minute until James returned, Dobbs looked behind the counter. It was a mess, shattered glass and spilled booze and soda was everywhere. He righted the refrigerator and maneuvered it back into it’s place, aside from a dent from a piece of shrapnel it was OK. He straightened out the shelves and put the items that hadn’t had their contents spilled out on the floor back inside and closed the door. Much of Celeste’s glassware and plates had been destroyed by the blast. “Might as well clean this place up after the man has been taken to the Doc”, Dobbs thought. “Celeste needs all the help she can get right now.” He then considered the body behind the counter with him. Brandy had called him Duncan…. he apparently was a popular man in town. “We need to see to him”, Dobbs thought. “From what I’ve heard about last night, he deserves a proper burial.”

Looking outside, he noticed the Trader, “Zardoz the Munificent”, had completed his show and was conducting business with the crowd. “This guy has the best gimmick I’ve ever seen a Trader use”, Dobbs thought. “Too bad I was busy and didn’t get to see his show.” An idea began to form in Dobbs’s mind. Telling JT and Shawn he would be right back, he went outside. Standing patiently in line, he cleaned out Zardoz’s stock of plates, flatware, glasses, and mason jars in addition he also bought a pair of buckets, 2 boxes of Abraxo and a bed sheet. Recalling hearing the woman with Zardoz had said he’s an ordained minister, Dobbs asked him if he was willing to officiate at a funeral, and would be able to stay until tomorrow afternoon. Zardoz advised he would be willing to do so for a fee. After negotiating a deal for the items and service, Dobbs went to return to the diner, but was stopped by Brandy, who was now wearing a red Pre-War dress and had washed the blood and dirt out of her hair. Standing nearby was a Protrectron that was riddled with bullet holes and had one arm replaced with a shotgun….that must be Mirvin. "Damn", Dobbs thought as he looked at Brandy. “She really is pretty.”

“But can you really afford to take up with a woman?”, said a voice in the back of his head. “What will she do when she finds out who you really are? Even if she accepts you, what if they come after her to get to you?”

Brandy liked the idea of having a funeral for Duncan and had questions.

“Any help you could offer would be great”, replied Dobbs. “I’m going to try to straighten up the Diner a bit. Celeste needs all the help we can give right now, and if we’re going to have a visitation that would be the best place to have it.”

Taking his leave of Brandy, he went back to the Diner with his purchases. J.T and Shawn were having a beer while waiting for James to come back with the stretcher. As Dobbs put the items on the counter, James arrived with the stretcher. Dobbs explained to the three of them what he would like to do once the injured man was delivered to Ryler at his clinic….get the Diner straightened up as best as they could then see about arranging a service for Duncan tomorrow afternoon. “I shot a Yao Guai this morning”, said Dobbs. “We’ve got plenty of meat for a visitation dinner, all we have to do is butcher the thing and start the preparations. Are you guys in?”
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 12:06 pm

Shawn Taylor

The man introduced himself as J.T., and explained what happened to get the town so riled up. "Well, a group of Raiders came in and raised some hell last night. I was holed up just outside of town and was woke up from the gunfire. They were praying and ranting about cleansing the town. A religious Raider clan, talk about strange."

Shawn frowned as J.T. went to go reattach this guitar strap to the guitar itself. Religious Raiders? That’s a first. I wonder what God they worship. They apparently still liked mindless killing, so that counts out a ton of religions. Hey, maybe they worship the Blood God! Shawn laughed as he thought about a bunch of Raiders running around yelling, ‘Blood for the Blood God!’ Shawn smiled again as he thought, [i]Though that’s still better than what most of them yell now,[i]

Shawn looked up just as J.T. handed him a beer, saying, “So Shawn, wouldn't happen to have any family from around Atlantic City would ya?" J.T. took a long swig of his beer before continuing. "Ahhh, still cold, breakfast of champions. Anyways, thanks for the help Shawn it's much obliged and a pleasure to meet you. Where you from?"

Shawn didn’t open his beer, as he had a strict ‘no alcohol’ policy when he wasn’t at either Rivet City or Megaton. He didn’t set it down, though, to keep from offending J.T. “Well, I was born and raised here in the Capital Wasteland. Lived on the outskirts of DC til I was ten, and I’ve been moving aroundever since. My dad, though, was from out West – California, I think – and my mom was from Rivet City. And, no, I don’t think I have any relatives in Atlantic City. Why do you ask?”
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 3:15 pm

Mirvin. Grayditch. Afternoon.

"MIRVIN!!!" Miss Brandy cried, running over to Mirvin and wrapping her left arm around his torso, "Oh my God, are you Ok? did they hurt you?"

"Oh no Miss Brandy," The Protectron's synthetic voice rasped in response, "any damage done was simply aesthetic. My systems are in no worse condition than when you left last night. And as I have informed you before, I am completely incapable of experiencing physical pain."

Miss Brandy looked up at Mirvin's blue face plate, "THOSE ANIMALS, they cracked your face, lean down so I can see it." Mirvin complied, the gears in his waist grinding slightly as he stooped forward so that the young miss could look his cracked face plate over, "Why did you leave? Where did you go? What did you do? Why didn't you leave a note or something? Please don't do that again."

"It is not the first time that my faceplate has been damaged Miss Brandy, fortunately the Protectron model that yourself and Miss Frieda intend to use to repair me still has an intact plate that can be salvaged. I appologise for causing you to worry Miss Brandy. Mr James asked me to stop by his shop, he has provided me with some shells for my shotgun. Before I visited him, I explored the town a little. Mr Frank taught me that that was something I must always do."

Mirvin's voice changed as he replayed the advice Mr Frank had once given him, instead of his usual scratchy rasp it was the strong, deep voice of Mr Frank. "Always make sure you get the lie of the land Mirvin. There are all kinds of dangers outside now. Hard to plan an escape if you don't know where you are going."

"That is what Mr Frank told me to do Miss Brandy, he is my owner, I am compelled to obay his orders. I appologise for not leaving a note for you, I was unaware that was your wish, I shall of course endevor to comply with this in future. I shall try not to cause you any distress in future."

She then took notice of the fresh slugs embedded in his chest plate, "How many were there Mirvin? Did they try to steal you?"

"There was only one raider Miss Brandy, he did not attempt to steal me. He was extremely hostile. I informed him that you were no longer home and offered to take a message for you. He informed me that his message was for me to shoot you in the head. I must appologise Miss Brandy, but I will not deliver this message in the way he demonstrated as, while my faceplate deflected the worst of the damage, I do not believe your head is quite so resiliant."

Miss Brandy walked around him looking for more damage, "I was worried sick about you Mirvin" she placed her left hand on the side of his face, " don't ever do that again," she repeated. Mirvin noticed that Miss Brandy had the glassy eyed expression of a chemical user, he surmised that this was probably the reason that the young miss was making such a fuss over him.

"You could say eventful, I got shot and it went through my shoulder. Frieda got shot in the hand, Pawnee's arm got cut off. I'm sorry Mirvin, I'm getting an attitude with you, lets just go home I'm not feeling so well." Brandy took Mirvin's hand, "I'm going to go home and lay down, my shoulder is starting hurt again. Good night Frieda see ya tomorrow."

"Your "attitude" is most likely a direct result of the chemicals and toxins currently in your system Miss Brandy." Mirvin replied as the young miss led har back towards her home. "It is unsurprising that you feel sick. I am detecting high levels of methampetamines in your system, leading me to postulate that you are using the drug jet. It is my understanding that this is made by refining the fumes from brahmin dung, which can't be very clean. I will see you home and then, if it is acceptable I will return to the trader once you are settled. It appears that my rucksack was stolen at some point while I was offline in the supermarket, as I lack pockets to carry salvage in I found this item to be most useful, I believe I should seek a replacement. Do you find this acceptable?"

OOC: I'll post as Joe and Harold once Frank fetches Harold.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 9:09 am

OOC: I find it funny how Ryler can conveniently pull out the right equipment at the right time. It’s like his first-aid kit has everything in it; stretcher, x-ray machine, scalpel, meds for every kind of illness there is etc.

Ryler North—Diner/ Clinic —Early Afternoon

Celeste’s treatment


Ryler shone a small light to her eye, and saw that the glass was not too deep. If kept in there any longer, it would cause corneal scarring, and damage to her vision.

“Anything I can do to help?” Dobbs asked Ryler, “I treated Brandy’s gunshot wound. Fortunately, it didn’t hit any bones so she will heal quickly.”

What a kind man. Reminds me of Dad.

“Why yes. There’s some saline in the Doctor’s Bag James gave me. That would help, thanks.” He paused. “Thanks for helping with her”, replied Ryler, pointing to Brandy. “When this is over and you get the time, could you come by and tell me about it so I can update her record?” Ryler then took Dobbs aside for the moment so Celeste couldn’t hear. “Celeste’s injury isn’t as serious as I thought but it has to be treated quickly and I cannot work on something like this here. I am going to take her back to my clinic. J.T. and…Shawn?, are going to stabilize that fellow then I need him brought to me. I have a stretcher, would you come along and get it while they work on him?”

Ryler took Celeste to his clinic, and sat her on the bed. Again, he shone the light into her eye, and gently took out the glass. He took the saline given to him by Dobbs, and flushed her eye out for any remaining particles of dirt and dust.

“Okay, I’m gonna have to take a scan of your eyes with the X-Ray. Can never be sure if some glass has entered your eye.” He huffed. The x-ray hummed lowly to life, taking few snapshots of the eye. After examining the shots, he saw that there were none. “Here, you’ll need a patch for the eye to heal and rest. Come back to me in . . . three days, and I will check on it, even if you feel fine.”

He took a swab of cotton lightly touched with Dettol* and rubbed it around the cut under the eye. It wasn’t too deep, so no stitches were needed.

“Right, that’s that them, eh?”

Clinic

James’ treatment.


“So, you’ve a broken rib and attempted to fix it with a Stimpack. Good thing, otherwise the pain would practically kill you.” He examined the x-ray shot. “All I can do is to give you a much stronger pain killer – naproxen. Every now and then, take deep breathes, this will help prevent pneumonia, even though it may hurt like hell.”

He handed a small box with “Naproxen” printed on the side, then added, “and don’t do anything extreme, okay? Come back in a week, and if you need more pain killers, feel free to ask!”

OOC: *Yes, Dettol, I know :P Sorry if post is a tad weak and blunt, hehe.

Edit: I forgot Pawnee! But, if it's okay, I will wait for him, and give Freida a giant book on the human anatomy, teach her about the nerves and that so he may get some kick-ass robotic arm . . . or something.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 8:19 pm

Brandy - Grayditch - afternoon



"There was only one raider Miss Brandy, he did not attempt to steal me. He was extremely hostile. I informed him that you were no longer home and offered to take a message for you. He informed me that his message was for me to shoot you in the head. I must appologise Miss Brandy, but I will not deliver this message in the way he demonstrated as, while my faceplate deflected the worst of the damage, I do not believe your head is quite so resiliant."


"Well, that's good, my head is already damaged enough" she smiled at Mirvin


"Your "attitude" is most likely a direct result of the chemicals and toxins currently in your system Miss Brandy." Mirvin replied as Brandy led them back towards her home. "It is unsurprising that you feel sick. I am detecting high levels of methamphetamines in your system, leading me to postulate that you are using the drug jet. It is my understanding that this is made by refining the fumes from brahmin dung, which can't be very clean. I will see you home and then, if it is acceptable I will return to the trader once you are settled. It appears that my rucksack was stolen at some point while I was offline in the supermarket, as I lack pockets to carry salvage in I found this item to be most useful, I believe I should seek a replacement. Do you find this acceptable?"


"How do you know that?" Brandy was surprised, " I feel sick about disappointing Frieda, and my shoulder hurts. Mirvin, please don't tell anybody else about it ok?"

Brandy spoke to Bob briefly about possibly building a casket for Duncan and turned back to Mirvin.


" Mirvin, I can make it home myself, go ahead and talk to Zardoz about a new rucksack. I'm just going to home and relax, maybe read a book or something." Brandy cracked a little smile, " just dont be out too late please."


Brandy walked over to her house heading upstairs to her bedroom, wiggling out of her dress she grabbed the lightest clothing she had, a lacy pre-war nightie. She slid the right strap down, it was to the point anything on her shoulder was bothering her. Then she rummaged through her pre-war books, finding one she hadn't read in a long time she went back downstairs. Glancing at the kitchen she remembered she had one bottle of mutfruit flavored shine left. Picking up a glass and the bottle of shine, she went and sat down on the couch. Pouring herself a glass she eased back on the cushions picking her legs up on the couch, she began to read.

Great, if Mirvin can tell, who else can? What was I thinking anyways.


Her bag of things she had bought sat on the old coffee table, she reached over and pulled the pink potion from the bag.

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Why would you do that to Frieda? All she's been lately is nothing but friendly and kind to you. Pawnee, when your not on top seducing him, doesn't pay anymore attention to you.

She stared at the mysterious pink potion, Love Potion number nine Zardoz had called it.

Frieda was.......sisterly earlier, worried about, generally worried about you, why would you do that to her.

But Pawnee, when he's not around her, is the dreamiest person you have ever met. The words he says are so refreshing, arousing actually. If he just looked at you, you would jump him right there on the spot.

No no no no, you can't hurt Frieda like that, she doesn't deserve that.

But, YOU deserve to be happy to, right?

She would kill you, or at the very least beat your ass.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
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Brandy sat the potion back down and snatched up the bottle of shine, downing a quarter of the bottle. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, "It was easier while traveling, even though Ricky, Kevin and Will treated me like [censored]."

Opening the book back up she began to read the old book, shortly after becoming absorbed in the story as she came down off the Jet, but was beginning to feel the effects of the shine.


(OOC: Between the lines is just her arguing with herself, is that they do it so you don't have to write it all in italic?)
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 5:00 pm

OOC: despite taking his combat armour off it appears to of magical jumped back on him lol


James Wilson – Celeste ruined dinner- afternoon

Walking inside the dinner James offered to help and was greeted by man that had helped Brandy earlier, introduced himself as Bob Dobbs and asked James to help Ryler get a stretcher

“ Sure I can do that “ James said as he, ryler and Celeste walked down the street and into ryler Clinic, were Ryler began examining Celeste eye whilst James had his X-ray taken.

Once Celeste eye had been taken care of James walked over to Ryler “So, you’ve a broken rib and attempted to fix it with a Stimpack. Good thing, otherwise the pain would practically kill you.” He examined the x-ray shot. “All I can do is to give you a much stronger pain killer – naproxen. Every now and then, take deep breathes, this will help prevent pneumonia, even though it may hurt like hell.”

what the hell is Pneumonia , I'll will have to look it up in the med book

”thanks Doc I’ve been though worst but back then I had my own doctor, taught me some basic doctoring skills and gave me a medical book but she… died about 4 years ago….

He handed a small box with “Naproxen” printed on the side, then added, “and don’t do anything extreme, okay? Come back in a week, and if you need more pain killers, feel free to ask!”

“ I’m okay for now, I'll take the stretcher to dinner, Dobbs is waiting” James said as he took one of painkillers, picked the stretcher up and said " see ya later ryler" as he left Ryler clinic.

back in the dinner, James put the strecher on a table whilst Dobbs explained to James, Shawn and J.T what he would like to do once the injured man was delivered to Ryler at his clinic….get the Diner straightened up as best as they could then see about arranging a service for Duncan tomorrow afternoon. “I shot a Yao Guai this morning”, said Dobbs. “We’ve got plenty of meat for a visitation dinner, all we have to do is butcher the thing and start the preparations. Are you guys in?”

“sure I’ll help , I’m not much of a butcher or doctor but I will help clean up the place” James said and began picking pieces of broken trash, glass and others items of the floor and put them in trash can outside when he couldn’t carry anymore.

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F8lcobra: James is picking up trash in dinner if you want to talk to him about Mirvin.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 9:06 am

--Afternoon--
--Greyditch--
--Nikita--


Nikita watched the blond girl and her former customer argue about jet.

What’s the big deal? It looks like she needs it. Her shoulder looks like hell. . .

Nikita walked right up to the blond woman. The woman towered over her like an Amazon.

“Would you like me to read your palm?”

"I. . .uh, well," the blond stammered, "to be honest, I don't have a single cap to my name right now."

“Perhaps there is something on you that you wouldn’t mind trading?” Nikita suggested.

"I'm sure I could find something in my shop to trade you. . .or maybe do some electrical work for you, in exchange." The blond gave a crabbed smile. "Lousy offer, I know, but as luck would have it, raiders destroyed my house and all my things during the night, and until I get myself back to work, well.”

You’re an electrician huh? And you own a shop . . .okay.

"If not then that's all right. I wouldn't want you to feel like I've insulted your talents."

“No insult taken,” Nikita beamed, “I’ll come by your shop after we close and pick something acceptable. Come now. Come.”

Nikita led the blond into the wagon and shut the back curtain. The lamp was still lit. She reached back and grabbed a piece of colorful glass and then placed it over the lamp. It made the lamp cast projections of red, blue, purple, and green animals onto the walls. She then threw a purple tablecloth over the bare table and put a silver tiara on her head.

“Helps me tune into spiritual energy,” Nikita pointed to the tiara with a grin. She ran her hand over her face, clearing it of all expression, “okay. Give me your hands. The lines on them are formed when you are born and determine your fate.”

The blond extended her hands over the table top and Nikita examined them.

Wow, she’s got big hands! They’ve got a lot of calluses too. . .she works as an electrician so that makes sense. . .okay. . .she’s looking out for that other girl with the jet. She also seemed to be into that boy – or with him maybe – same boy the other girl’s into. What’s up with him? He looked pretty average to me and he's missing an arm. . . meh. . .she looks strong. Really tone. . .okay.

“Your right hand has much deeper creases, so it’s a better window into your personality,” Nikita pointed the lines in the blonde’s palm, “a dominant right hand means that you are a logical, rational, and normally level headed person. It also means that you’ve made yourself. Others haven’t decided the path of your life for you. You are assertive and direct.”

Nikita squinted at the creases.

Uh. . .damn! Which one is the heart line, and which is the life line again?

“This is your life-line. It’s very long. You are fit and healthy,” Nikita pointed to the crease closest to the thumb, “oh my! See how there’s a tiny break in it? A little piece branches off? That means that there was some major break in your life. A true, absolute, clean break with your past. Who you are now is not who you were. It’s like you’ve lived two lives. The piece that branches off reconnects, so it’s likely that sometime soon, your old life and old self are going to rear their head.”

Nikita pointed to the crease above the heart-line, one of two that went nearly straight across the woman’s hand.

“That is your head-line. Its deep and solid. You are an anolytical person. Some people think you’re brash or too assertive. . .you keep distance from most people. You feel that you aren’t able to fit in like they do. Internally aloof and self conscious.”

Nikita pointed to the top crease.

“This is your heart line,” Nikita smiled, “it’s so. . .weak. You’re afraid of giving in to your heart. The brain always dominates. There is someone you love deeply, but your head is certain that he is going to eventually hurt you. He is not like you - not ruled by the head. That might mean you are incompatible, or it could mean that your personalities complement each other. You both have traits the other needs.”

Nikita pointed to the end of woman’s heart and head lines.

“See that these lines touch? That’s called a simian crease. There is some major task or personal burden that you have avoided. It is nagging at your soul. You won’t be truly happy until you come to grips with it. Understand it. Whatever it is.”

Nikita let go of the woman’s hands and removed her tiara.

“How’d I do?” Nikita opened up the rear flap of the wagon, “not too shabby right? You were easy to read.”

--Afternoon--
--Greyditch--
--Pawnee--


Pawnee took a step back and watched Sue walk up to Zardoz. She attempted to sign what she wanted to look at to the trader, but he just shrugged. She then jotted something down.

“Ah, the dress and my invigorating elixir,” Zardoz plucked a green bottle from his wagon and handed it to Sue, “this is the invigorating elixir. Besides my many secret, patent additives, it contains Xander root, turbo, and banana yucca. It is the most energizing of energy drinks. It also boosts your mood and will banish sadness and depression in just a few sips.”

While Sue stared at the bottle, Zardoz rifled through his inventory and produced a red, satin dress. The bottom flared out like a ball gown, and it had two lacy cups that looked like sea shells. The shoulder straps were intricately interwoven on the back, forming the shape of a fan.

“This here dress is one of the finest I’ve ever come across. It was worn by an actress named Greta Garbo in the hit movie, Goodbye My Darling. I saw it once, the man who sold me the garment had the film. It was quite a good flick,” Zardoz handed the dress to Sue, “you my dear would look like Aphrodite herself in it. No man would be able to take his eyes off of you. And unlike so many things that beautify, its comfortable to wear, and wholly painless.”

Zardoz motioned for Pawnee to approach.

“The elixir is fifty caps. The dress, due to its uniqueness and pedigree, I cannot sell for less than two hundred. Think on it for a minute while I attend to this gentleman.”

Pawnee readied his arm for Zardoz. It no longer ached. The med-x had kicked in.

“How are you feeling?” Zardoz cocked his head.

“Its good the pain is gone.”

“When did you lose this appendage?” Zardoz probed the stump.

“Last night. Someone sealed it with a hot frying pan.”

“Cauterized it,” Zardoz nodded to himself, “you must be quite tough to have taken such pain. It looks healthy to me. Considering what you’ve been through. The inflammation is natural. You should get some antibiotics just to be safe. Sadly, I don’t have any on me. Can you show me the range of motion?”

“What?”

“Move your arm as much as you can.”

Pawnee bent the little piece of flesh below the elbow and then straightened it a few times.

“This is wonderful,” Zardoz crooned, “that little piece of what had been your arm would make a perfect anchoring point for a prosthesis.”

“Do you have one?” Pawnee cut in.

“No. . .but perhaps I could construct one,” Zardoz rubbed his chin, “but then again, I’m only staying in town for another day. I doubt I have the time to make something from scratch.”

THE POWERFIST!

Pawnee let his pack fall to the ground and tore through it, holding up the power fist.

“Could you use this?”

“Let me see,” Zardoz fed it over Pawnee’s missing arm and then circled him, examining its fit, “I believe I could. Something anyway. I’m not a skilled welder, so it may not hold up for very long, but I’m sure you could get someone in town to reinforce it and repair it for you. Make it tougher so it will last.”

Zardoz threw the power first into his wagon and then began to measure Pawnee’s arm and shoulders with a measuring tape.

“Come by my wagon tomorrow and I’ll have something for you to try on. It won’t come cheaply though. I’ll be working on this all night. Let’s tentatively say. . .five hundred caps?”

“Okay,” Pawnee nodded eagerly, mesmerized by the thought of having a mechanical arm.

“Splendid!” Zardoz chirped. He turned back to Sue, “have we made a decision regarding the elixir and the dress?”

Pawnee walked away from the wagon. The pain in his arm was gone for the moment. He had a slight bounce in his step.

A mechanical arm wouldn’t be too bad. . .hope he knows what he’s doing though. . .and I hope he doesn’t run off with my power fist.

Pawnee paused in the street. He was standing next to Brandy’s house now.

I should really check up on her. She almost died for me.

He banged on the front door, “Brandy, are you home? Want a drink? Want to talk? How are you feeling?”
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(OOC: @Surfer -- your psychic is metagaming :nono: .....just kidding ;) <3 )

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Clinic/her house ~~ Afternoon

Celeste had gone numb. She was glad to see Brandy walking about in the diner -- her injury looked a bit more grave and when she had been carried in, she was still unconscious. Frieda was cold as ice as usual. Ryler had begun to look at her eye and that was when Celeste started to shut down.

What a horrible, horrible night.

There was a commotion and a lot of noise surrounding a bright purple wagon, but fatigue was taking over, and her eye still hurt a lot. Ryler led Celeste by the hand through the town to the clinic, and she plodded along, not saying anything.

Once there, she sat up on the bed, and Ryler shone a light into her eye, then removed the glass shard with a pair of tweezers. He took the saline given to him by Dobbs, and flushed her eye out for any remaining particles of dirt and dust. The flushing of her eye felt cool and refreshing -- a welcome change to the hard, gritty feeling she'd been dealing with for hours by then.

“Okay, I’m gonna have to take a scan of your eyes with the X-Ray. Can never be sure if some glass has entered your eye.”

Celeste simply nodded. She couldn't find her voice. The thought of Joe laying somewhere in the town, dead and alone, made her feel sick to her stomach and unable to speak. She waited quietly as Ryler looked at the X-rays.

“Here, you’ll need a patch for the eye to heal and rest. Come back to me in . . . three days, and I will check on it, even if you feel fine.”

Celeste put on the eye patch, instantly feeling ridiculous. I have to wear this for three days, at least? I can hardly tell how far anything is in front of me. Feeling right sorry for herself, she plodded back towards her house. Pawnee was knocking on Brandy's door. She offered him a small wave before walking in through her own front door.

Her house was a bit of a mess. The raiders must have come in looking for something valuable. Good thing I kept all my caps locked up in the diner. --wait. She hurried over to the small table on top of which she had displayed the music box Pawnee had given her.

It wasn't there.

She looked around frantically for the music box and eventually found it on the floor. Celeste knelt down and carefully picked it up. The raiders had smashed it against the wall, and it was in a number of pieces, entirely destroyed.

The only gift anyone had given me since we opened town... She dropped the pieces, trudged upstairs, and curled up onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep. She'd worry about the diner later. Until she found out Joe's fate, nothing else mattered.


FRIEDA ~~ Zardoz' wagon/Greyditch ~~ Mid-afternoon

Frieda's eyes scanned the ceiling and walls, amused by the tinted lighting. When the woman put on the gaudy tiara, that just sealed the whole thing for her -- this was going to be a load of crap. Oh well, you only live once.

The woman began to speak of life lines and the like. She, at first, made sure to appear very interested, until she started saying things that resonated, even slightly, with Frieda. Broken past, nagging task...

Those things could apply to nine out of ten people in this [censored] Wasteland. Most have run away from a past they don't like -- just take Pawnee, for an example.

She remained disturbed. The woman suggested she was governed by her head, instead of her heart, and that couldn't be more true for Frieda. I was in the military, after all. Soldiers can't just follow their hearts, or they get killed.

“How’d I do? Not too shabby right? You were easy to read.” The woman was ushering her out of the wagon.

"That's not what my friends tell me," Frieda smiled. "Say, you didn't mention, but it's worth asking -- you wouldn't happen to have any standard clothing in there? I could use a t-shirt, and some shorts, that weren't formerly owned by sadists. We could just add it to my tab...?"

She glanced around for Pawnee but couldn't see him outside the wagon any longer. Oh Pawnee, I leave you alone for two minutes and you run off on me.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 10:46 am

ooc: weak post

Sue cooper – Zardoz's wagon - afternoon

This dress is perfect! I must have it! and few people around town need some cheering up!

“The elixir is fifty caps. The dress, due to its uniqueness and pedigree, I cannot sell for less than two hundred. Think on it for a minute while I attend to this gentleman.”

I don’t think I have enough cap but I could give hims some guns


Sue pulled out her Note book and Wrote “ need to get something from my shop be back in second” and showed it to Zardoz after he had finished talking to Pawnee.

Sue walked back to the Grayditch arms and saw James carrying a stercher and Pawnee knock on Brandy doorand call out: “Brandy, are you home? Want a drink? Want to talk? How are you feeling?”

Even with one arm he’s still playing the girls in Town, well almost all of them

Sue walked inside the Grayditch arms and picked up Two items, an old 10mm pistol that had seen a lot of action , there was a crack in pistols girp and one of ironsights had broken off but glued back on.

The other item was a shiny Sawn-off shotgun, with Lupara craved into the handle, the barrel had been recently been cleaned and the foregrip had been removed

Walking outside Sue walked back to Zardoz and handled him; 125 caps, the weapons and a small note…

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I’m 175 caps short

The pistol had been though a lot but is very reliable, hell I found it inside a Yao Guai stomach.

James and me looted that shotgun from a museum according to sign it had only been fired once to kill some per-war gangster called Tommy Angelo in 1951,

I hope this covers the difference

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Sue looked at Zardoz to see if he would accept the Guns as payment...

OOC: surfer : I would say around 25 caps for the pistol and 150 for the shotgun & can you get my reference
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 3:08 pm

OOC - Dobbs will be at the Diner at least until dark, and will serve meals that'll be heavy on Yao Gaui starting late afternoon to early evening. As he doesn't have Celeste's keys and isn't about to force any locks the offering will be limited. If Celeste doesn't come back he'll find the location of her house on the clipboard then deliver her the proceeds +a list of the meals that had been served and find a abandoned building to sack out in unless someone offers him a place to spend the night.

Bob Dobbs

Greyditch Diner – Afternoon

The cleanup effort had begun. The first order of business was to wrap Duncan’s body in the sheet and place it outside where it wouldn’t be disturbed while they worked. The dead Raiders were unceremoniously dragged down the road a bit from the Diner and left in a pile. Then the broken glass, ect. was swept up and loaded into the buckets and carried out to the dumpster outside and disposed of. Noticing there was no sink, Dobbs then asked James where they could get water, once he showed Dobbs they cleaned out the buckets they had been using to carry broken glass then filled them, and other buckets they found in the Diner with water. Finding a mop and wringer in the diner, Dobbs heated some water on the stove and they used the hot water and Abraxo to clean the tables, counter tops and bar, then filled the wringer and mopped the floor, which was covered with spilled booze, soda…. and blood. Once that was done, Duncan was brought back inside and placed on a table at one end of the Diner. Dobbs then examined the stools that had been near where the grenade had detonated, and disassembled the ones that had been wrecked and used the salvageable parts to repair the ones that could be repaired. The parts and stools that were beyond use were discarded in the dumpster. The “WELLCUMMING CUMMITEE” sign the man in the suit had brought inside had landed in a pool of blood from one of the dead Raiders and the painted letters were ruined, Dobbs set the plank aside so it could be repainted later. Rummaging through the drawers and cabinets that were unlocked, Dobbs found a marker and made a new sign using the back of a pre-war recruiting poster he found wedged behind the Nuka-Cola machine and put it up where the old sign had been.

Once the Diner was at least somewhat presentable, Dobbs untied the Yao Guai and with assistance carried it behind the diner, where Dobbs and J.T. skinned and butchered it and Shawn and James packed the meat in the refrigerator. Once that was done, more water was drawn and heated, and all the surviving dishes and glasses, as well as the new ones Dobbs had bought, were washed, dried and stacked in their places. Dobbs then cooked up some Yao Guai steaks for James, J.T., Shawn and himself then they sat down to eat and talk. Eventually, James left, citing a prior engagement. before he left, Dobbs asked James if he knew anyone who could make a grave marker. James told him that there was a fellow in town named Vict who was good at metalworking, and suggested he might be willing to weld up a cross. Dobbs then looked up where he lived on the clipboard be found behind the counter, and found Vict at his shop. Vict agreed to make a cross and would try to have it ready by the time of the funeral. On his way back to the diner Dobbs let Zardoz know that the Diner was open to serve them dinner if they were so inclined.

Going back inside, he pvssyd with J.T. and Shawn and asked if they would help him dig a grave for Duncan tomorrow morning.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 4:30 am

Brandy - Her house - afternoon



Curled up on her couch reading her old book and drinking her moonshine, she was feeling better as far as the pain went.


There was some banging on the front door, “Brandy, are you home? Want a drink? Want to talk? How are you feeling?”


Pawnee? Oh [censored]!


She went to snatch up the bottle of love potion, jarring it and spilling some on the table. She wiped it off quickly with her hand and frantically looked for somewhere to put it.


"Just a second" she called back to Pawnee


Scurrying to the kitchen and pouring the potion into another glass, she hurried back to the couch and put the glass on the table.


Opening the door, still in her nightie, "uh...Pawnee" she looked around for Frieda, " come in, I already started drinking to dull the pain, so you will have to catch up." she winked at him. Brandy went and grabbed another cup from the kitchen and sat down on the couch, feeling giddy all of a sudden and her pulse quickening. She poured some of the mutfruit flavored shine into two of the three glasses.


"How's your arm feeling?" she said as a hiccup escaped her.


I can't believe he actually came over like he said hew would if he didn't get killed. She gave him a big bright smile.


As she went to grab the glasses, Oh no! which one is that stuff in? If I check he may think something is up.


"Here" she just handed him a glass, "Let's have a toast?"


Pulling her legs up on the couch and sitting Indian style she held out her cup, " Thank God you're alive, and that you will be OK."


They both tossed back the glasses, as Pawnee pulled his away, he had some of the pink potion on his top lip.

Oh my God, I was going to give it to Frieda, no no no no. I hope it doesn't work, please, well maybe. NO, after all Frieda has done for you, you can't do that.

Her heart skipped a beat, she flashed a nervous smile. Her mind wandered briefly wondering about the possibilities, maybe just one time, Frieda wouldn't have to know.

"So, how did you like it?" she adjusted the strap on her lacy nightwear.


If he says anything charming, take the stage just like Nikita said. She leaned forward towards Pawnee, " Here, have another sip. I have another bottle of Punga flavored and one more Mutfruit in the kitchen."

Getting up to walk to the kitchen, she did it a sixy as she could, and kept looking back to him. How will I know if that stuff really worked or not?, once in the kitchen she took a huge breath and just deciding she was going to take the stage as the gypsy had told her to. Hoping he wouldn't reject her, and also knowing how close they had came the other day. He was putty in her arms, and she liked it.

"Here ya go hansum" her speech began to slur. Purposely bending over right in front of him putting one of the full bottles on the table.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 1:45 pm

James Wilson – Celeste’s dinner – late afternoon/early evening (4-5pm)

Whilst Dobbs began to wrap Duncan’s body in the sheet and then place it outside where it wouldn’t be disturbed, James and the others dragged the dead Raiders down the road to the old car park and left in a pile, to be burned later on, like the Ghouls/Ants a few days before.

Then the broken items were swept up into the buckets and carried out to the dumpster outside and disposed of .Afterwards Dobbs asked James where they could get some water, James told Him to they used the sinks in their houses and began filling some buckets with water from his shop whilst Dobbs found a mop and wringer in the diner, heated some water on the stove and then used the hot water and Abraxo to clean the tables, counter tops and bar, then filled the wringer and mopped the floor, which was covered with spilled booze, soda…. and blood. Once that was done, Duncan was brought back inside and placed on a table at one end of the Diner.

Once the Diner was at least somewhat presentable, Dobbs untied the Yao Guai and with assistance carried it behind the diner, where Dobbs and J.T. skinned and butchered it whilst Shawn and James packed the meat in the refrigerator. Once that was done, more water was drawn and heated, and all the surviving dishes and glasses, as well as the new ones Dobbs had bought, were washed, dried and stacked in their places. Dobbs then cooked up some Yao Guai steaks for James, J.T., Shawn and himself then they sat down to eat and started to talk about Vict and having him make a cross for Duncan’s grave

After while of talking James left the dinner, telling Dobbs he had meeting and walked back to his shop.When James walked inside he took of his combat armour and put on a more comfotable and elegant http://pad1.whstatic.com/images/thumb/9/96/Elegant_Suit.jpg/180px-Elegant_Suit.jpg and sat down on his couch and began reading the letter zardoz had given him again…

OOC: James is sitting in is Shop if anyone need to speak to him (i.e brandy) just walking inside and see him reading a letter on his couch
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 7:27 pm

J.T. Taylor - Celeste's Diner - mid morning


“Well, I was born and raised here in the Capital Wasteland. Lived on the outskirts of DC til I was ten, and I’ve been moving around ever since. My dad, though, was from out West – California, I think – and my mom was from Rivet City. And, no, I don’t think I have any relatives in Atlantic City. Why do you ask?”. Shawn replied


"Just curious since we share the same last name, my folks said we had quite a bit of family south of D.C." J.T answered.

In the mean time, Bob and James had started to straighten up the diner. J.T lent a hand and once it was somewhat presentable, Bob brought in an Yau Guai. J.T helped to butcher it up.

Bob had asked if J.T would be willing to help dig a grave for Duncan while he cooked up some Guai steaks.

"Of course, seems like some good town folk, damned Raiders always mess [censored] up." J.T shook his head.

It was some time in the afternoon now, a familiar purple covered wagon appeared.

Zardoz? That crazy bastard, J.T let out a laugh. He watched as Frieda, a boy, Brandy and several others conducted business. Brandy was excited about something and carrying on to Frieda. Then it looked as though Frieda had begun to scold her, shortly after a Protectron walked up. Brandy appeared to be very happy to see him. She left shortly after disappearing into a house just past the corner.

"Hey fellas, I'm going to see how Frieda's hand is, be back in a minute."

Zardoz's wagon

Raising his hands as he walked up to the wagon.

"Zardoz, I see nothin's changed, how tha hell have you been?" J.T extended his hand, "and Nikita" he took her hand, kissing the back of it, "looking beautiful as always." He gave her a charming smile.

Frieda was looking around, for something or someone. J.T. Approached her.

"Hey there Frieda, how's your hand feeling?" He said smiling, "if your hungry there's some Yao Guai steaks in the diner, we cleaned it up a bit so you can actually sit down.

She was an extremely attractive woman, even in the skimpy Raider outfit.

"I'm gonna break out the guitar her shortly if you'd be interested in listenin' or just chatting if your up to it." Brushing his hair behind his ears.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 6:30 am

Ryler North--Grayditch--late afternoon

Ryler stepped out of the clinic, finally decding to approach the purple wagon with a giant sun on the side. A woman and man stood by it, with Frieda and a . . . tiara? Geez, weird people nowadays. Shrugging, he approached the wagon.

Waving to the man, he yelled, "hey! You look like you have something I need. Anything?"


EDIT: Puh! I've forgotten to write the interaction between Celeste and James. I'll . . . I'll edit this tomorrow. It's 11:13 PM right now.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 6:08 pm

OOC: So Brandy ‘accidentally’ slipped Pawnee some roofies, eh? Sure. . .okay. . . .:)

--Afternoon--
--Brandy’s House--
--Pawnee--


"Just a second.”

Pawnee heard Brandy’s frantic voice echo through the door. He wondered what she had been doing. He idly glanced back at Zardoz’s wagon and saw him complete his sale with Sue and then strike up a conversation with an unfamiliar blond man who Pawnee had never seen before.

"Uh. . .Pawnee. . .," The door creaked open. Brandy was huddled behind it, wearing nothing but a red nightie. She sheepishly poked her head outside for a moment, " come in. I already started drinking to dull the pain, so you will have to catch up."

“Okay. . .sounds fun,” Pawnee blushed at Brandy’s appearance. She was wearing almost nothing and looked like a dream, “I hope alcohol mixes with med-x.”

Brandy fluttered off to the kitchen and grabbed a cup. Pawnee scanned the interior of her house as she poured drinks, only half paying attention. Brandy looked giddy. Her face was flush and a little bit sweaty.

How come no one but me is bothered that I don’t have an arm? Am I really just that shallow?

"How's your arm feeling?" Brandy hiccuped.

“Its. . .okay. It hurt pretty bad earlier but then Zardoz gave me some med-x for it. He said he was going to get to work on making me a pro-sa-ic arm. That guy was crazy. I’ve talked a lot to force a sale – but I’ve never seen or put on a show like that. That was something. Did you get that nightie from him? It looks. . . amazing on you. I – I just mean that I saw that he was selling one like it. Frieda was looking at it, but she seemed too. . .insecure or something to buy it. Like she’s ashamed to look sixy. I like confident women.”

You’re rambling.

“Uh. . .forget that. I – I don’t know what I was going on about.”

"Here" Brandy handed him a glass, "Let's have a toast?"

“Thanks,” Pawnee downed his drink without looking at it. The moonshine tasted different than he’d remembered. This time it was foul. Bitter and acidic like formaldehyde. He almost choked, but fought it back.

Brandy sat down on the couch, “Thank God you're alive, and that you will be OK."

“You too. I came over here because I was worried about you. I sort of expected Frieda to come after me, plasma pistol blazing but you. . .thanks. I don’t even care about what I said about staying away. Thanks a lot.”

Brandy flashed him a smile, "so, you like this?" she adjusted the strap on her lacy nightwear.

“Like I said. You look amazing. I’ve never seen a woman in something like that in real life. Only in PreWar pictures,” Pawnee nervously scratched his stubble, “but you look like one of those pictures. Just. . .beautiful.”

"Have another drink,” Brandy stood up. She looked slightly drunk and swayed a little as she walked towards the kitchen, “I have another bottle of Punga flavored shine and one more Mutfruit too."

“I’ll go with the punga this time,” Pawnee glanced into the kitchen, “something about that last bottle tasted off. Maybe something weird got mixed into it when it was brewed.”

Brandy walked back into the room and put a bottle on the table.

"Here ya go hansum. . ." She bent over right in front of Pawnee and fiddled with the cap for a second, wiggling back and forth as she twisted it off.

Pawnee’s eyes bugged out. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Uh. . .”

Pawnee’s natural instinct was to get up and meekly excuse himself but the combination of med-x and strange shine dulled it. He felt funny. He watched Brandy with a smile glued onto his face. He felt hot and tingly. Brandy seemed to be moving in slow motion. She turned back to him and he could see her in what seemed like two times zoom. Every bead of sweat on her forehead glistened. Each of her breaths seemed slow and panting. Her hair fell into her eyes as she cocked her head, each strand taking what seemed like an eternity to fall and gently curl upwards.

Whoa. . .why isn’t she wearing underwear? Why do I feel. . .? Don’t mix med-x and shine. Or do. This feels great. Brandy. . she’s. .she's so. . .whoa.

Every memory of Frieda melted away. Pawnee felt like he was in the presence of a goddess. He had never been so turned on by anyone in his life. He literally wanted to jump on Brandy. He ran his hand up Brandy’s naked thigh, instead, leaning forward and whispering to her.

“You’ve gotten me in a lot of trouble. What’s with you?” Pawnee grinned playfully, “you knew I was with someone and you came after me anyway. . .I. . .you’re so pretty Brandy. sixy. Frieda seems so. . .bleh compared to you. . ..”

Pawnee didn’t really know what he was doing anymore. His brain had switched itself off. He could smell Brandy. It seemed like her natural scent had filled the room. He kissed her thigh just where the nightie ended.

“I – I wish I had met you first. Then. . then everything would be perfect,” Pawnee mumbled. He collapsed back into the couch just staring at Brandy with puppy dog eyes the size of dinner plates. His heart was still pounding but after the two-day-long ordeal he barely had the energy to move a muscle, “yeu. . ya. . you don’t care that I only got one arm now? I – I want to hold you but I can’t. . .I. . .I only have one arm.”

OOC: Since Pawnee is now medicated and. . hypnotized, you can CC him Corbra. He can't move very much and only has one arm, but he will babble sweet nothings to you and submissively obey your commands until the med-x wears off and the pain overwhelms the potion. . . in like an hour.

--Afternoon--
--Greyditch--
--Nikita--


"Say, you didn't mention, but it's worth asking -- you wouldn't happen to have any standard clothing in there?" The blond smiled to Nikita, "I could use a t-shirt, and some shorts, that weren't formerly owned by sadists. We could just add it to my tab...?"

"Yeah we have a lot of clothes," Nikita fluttered around the back of the wagon, "all PreWar. We have relaxed wear, a park-stroller outfit, some business suits, a few formal dresses, and a lot of naughty nightwear. . ."

Nikita looked to Zardoz to see if he would give a long winded pitch for every item, puffing up its price, but he was engaged with someone else.

"Tell you what," Nikita made a plastic smile, "pick out whatever you want and then take me to this shop of yours. Then we can complete the trade. Maybe I'll buy something from you too. What do you say? Deal?"

Before the blond could answer, Nikita felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She spun around.

"Nikita!" A tall blond man took her hand, and kissed the back of it, "looking beautiful as always."

Who the [censored] is he! Wait. . .wait. . .I remember him from. . .somewhere. J.D.? T.J.? J.T?

"Hi. . .you," Nikita tittered. She grabbed the blond woman's hand and tried to drag her away, "its good to see you again. You're looking good. Really good. What have you been eating? Haha! Nice to see you," she tugged a bit harder.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 5:54 am

Brandy - Her house - afternoon


"Uh..." she heard Pawnee as she was bent over the table.

She turned and sat back on the couch, he ran his hand up her naked thigh, instead, leaning forward and whispering to her. She tingled at his touch, instantly getting aroused.

“You’ve gotten me in a lot of trouble. What’s with you?” Pawnee grinned playfully, “you knew I was with someone and you came after me anyway. . .I. . .you’re so pretty Brandy. sixy. Frieda seems so. . .bleh compared to you. . ..”

"I didn't mean too I just.....there's something about you Pawnee." she had a smile on her face, "that's such a nice thing to say."

He kissed her thigh just where the nightie ended, Brandy twitched at his warm lips felt so good on her thigh.

"oh....I...uh" she leaned her head back, running her fingers through his hair.


“I – I wish I had met you first. Then. . then everything would be perfect,” Pawnee mumbled. He collapsed back into the couch just staring at Brandy with puppy dog eyes the size of dinner plates, “yeu. . ya. . you don’t care that I only got one arm now? I – I want to hold you but I can’t. . .I. . .I only have one arm.”

With her hand on the side of his face, "Pawnee, it could be still. I dont want to sound mean, but I could care less about your arm, it's you not your arm that I like. Just because you lost your arm, it doesn't change who you are."

She leaned over and began to kiss his soft lips, one time, you can have him at least one time. Take the stage.

Brandy helped him remove his shirt, kissing him again, then unbuttoned his pants she pulled them off. She then stood up in front of him, staring into his brown eyes she slid her straps off her shoulder, the nightie fell to the floor. Gently climbing on top of him, she gave him a long passionate kiss.

"You can still hold me" she put his hand on her ass as she gently rocked back and forth, with her arms on his shoulders, "you can hold me anytime, anywhere you want"

She arched her back her head leaned back, her hair hanging almost to her waist in complete Ecstasy. She pulled his head to her chest, caressing the back of his head as she continued swiveling her hips.

"Mmmm, Pawnee" she pulled him down on top of her wrapping her arms around him, closing her eyes and kissing him some more.

"Perfect" Pawnee quietly said to her.

Brandy had never felt so hot, or sixy before, it was amazing she thought. A little while later, as Pawnee sat on the couch with his arm around her shoulders, her head laid on his shoulder as she pawed his chest.

"I hope this isn't the only time Pawnee, I would take good care of you, I've never met anyone who makes me as special as you do and I wanted to show you that." she told him.
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FRIEDA ~~ Grayditch ~~ Mid-afternoon

"Yeah we have a lot of clothes," the woman replied as she fluttered around the back of the wagon, "all PreWar. We have relaxed wear, a park-stroller outfit, some business suits, a few formal dresses, and a lot of naughty nightwear..."

"I really just want a couple of t-shirts and maybe a pair of shorts, or some jeans..." Frieda responded, a little exasperated.

"Tell you what," Nikita made a plastic smile, "pick out whatever you want and then take me to this shop of yours. Then we can complete the trade. Maybe I'll buy something from you too. What do you say? Deal?"

Frieda stood quietly for a moment, thinking about it. Two can play at this game. I've got a few toasters and maybe a few lamps I've fixed up, but if I can convince her that I'm on to their shtick I could probably get her to take them all. A little bit of glitter paint and you have magic toasters.

"Hey there Frieda, how's your hand feeling?" It was J.T. The handsome man was smiling, "if you're hungry there's some Yao Guai steaks in the diner, we cleaned it up a bit so you can actually sit down."

"Wow, that's amazing. It was in really rough shape. Celeste will be thrilled, I bet." She self-consciously crossed her arms over her chest, again.

"I'm gonna break out the guitar her shortly if you'd be interested in listenin' or just chatting if your up to it."

He certainly is friendly. He plays guitar, too, just like -- ....just like who? She frowned at her broken memory.

The woman with the purple hair -- J.T. had addressed her as Nikita -- was beginning to pull on her hand as she spoke to J.T. It sounded like they knew each other. "it's good to see you again. You're looking good. Really good. What have you been eating? Haha! Nice to see you," she tugged a bit harder.

Frieda winced as Nikita continued to tug on her injured hand. "I'm coming, please, just let go of my hand." She turned back to J.T. "I'll stop by soon, I'm picking out some clothes that aren't so...dangerous looking."

She frowned as she looked through a few crates of clothing. Zardoz and his crew seemed to specialize in formal wear, dresses, shiny womens' accessories, and the skimpy underwear. Eventually she settled for a pink t-shirt -- I really don't care for pink, but desperate times... -- a powder blue tank top, a black camisole, a beige zip-up hoodie with a very faded logo she didn't recognize, "Helios ONE", and a pair of denim shorts. I sure hope I can pay for all this. "Thanks, Nikita, was it? My shop is at the end of the street, it's called 'Spark and Flame'. Stop by later today or tomorrow."

Frieda clumsily clambered down the back of the wagon, her arms full. Her elbow bumped her pocket on the way down and hit something hard inside it. ...gold coin. I'd rather not use it but if I do, I'll have more than enough clothes. She decided to keep that as a contingency plan.

She looked around again for any sign of Pawnee and found none. Frieda walked towards her house and remembered at the last minute that she didn't really want to go back there. She hesitated outside the door and went in to retrieve the few things the raiders didn't bother with -- her hair brush, and the bottle of ibuprofen in her medicine cabinet. She made her way to Pawnee's and cheerfully called up the stairs.

He wasn't home.

That's odd. Where the hell could he have gone? With much pleasure, she discarded the Raider armour and pulled the black camisole over her head, topping it with the pink t-shirt. The shorts pulled on easily and she freshened her ponytail, feeling like a new person. She sat on Pawnee's bed roll and stretched her legs out in front of her. It's too late in the day for another nap. I guess I'll just sleep well tonight.

She left Pawnee's house unsure of what to do with herself. Until her hand was healed a little more, she didn't really care to start picking apart more pre-war toasters and radios. Frieda stepped around the corner at the end of town and began up the street towards Brandy's house. I wonder if he went to see Brandy? He seemed worried about how she'd become injured. He promised they were just friends, after all.

Frieda approached Brandy's door and knocked. "Brandy? Pawnee? Are you guys in there?" She put her hand on the knob and began to turn it when movement caught her eye from the right. Celeste came out of her house wearing an eye patch and a clean green t-shirt.

[censored], I better go talk to her. I didn't mean to be cranky with her, earlier. "Celeste!" she called out to the short woman. Celeste turned and gave Frieda a short wave.

"Hi, Frieda," she replied, sadly. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better. Look, I wanted to apologize for being snippy with you this morning. I wasn't trying to...I mean, I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay," Celeste smiled. "You haven't seen Joe, have you?"

"No..."

Celeste nodded. "I better go check on my diner. See you, Frieda."

"Bye." Frieda turned her attention back to Brandy's door. There'd been no response. This is starting to get weird. She shrugged to herself and walked towards the diner as well. There was at least one stranger in town she figured she should introduce herself to, and she really did want to find out how Duncan had died.
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ooc edit: my spell checker has failed me! :flame:

James Wilson – Grayditch Arms – Sunset

Putting the letter down on the table, James picked Graham sword (inside the scabbard), His Combat Belt (holster, binoculars & Ammo) and the picked up the box of Naproxen, took one of small yellow pills and attracted the box to his Combat Belt.

Putting on his sunglasses James walked outside and town the street and pass Brandy house, were a strange noise was coming from, James walked up to the door and listened for an minute

Sounds like someone [censored] inside, can’t Frieda and Pawnee wait to get home...

Suddenly in the corner of his eye James saw Frieda walk around the corner and step back from the door before she noticed James and walked down the street as if nothing had happened

Wait an minute if Frieda is outside then who was doing it inside…

The sun was setting in the Sky and James reckoned he had about 3 three hours to get to anchorage and back before it got Pitch black dark and James would have to find shelter for the night.James looked back at the town one last time and set off for Anchorage.


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James Wilson - Anchorage memorial- 7.58pm

James looks at Anchorage memorial though his Binoculars; there was a large wooden Box and small guy with messy black hair, wearing a musty poncho sitting by a campfire on top of the Memorial

Guess he’s the guy wonder was in box, I don’t remember losing anything that big

James walked towards Anchorage Memorial and up the stairs to the statue and the guy’s camp, the guy had spotted James approaching and had dowsed the fire.

“ You James Wilson, I’m nick” the Guy said holding his Hand out to shake

“ Yes, so what have you got of mine” James said as he shook nick’s hand

Mick walked over to wooden crate “ Take a look “ he said and banged the side of the Crate, knocking the front side over…

jesssica

Inside the Crate was a young girl with slight tan, short Blonde hair and was around 5’6” tall, from were James was standing he couldn’t tell if she was unconscious or dead….

James drew his Magnum and aimed it Mick’s head “ you [censored] Bastard what did you do to her?”

Suddenly fours people mercs jumped out and surrounded James, Mick took of his poncho revealing Talon Combat armour and started Laughing“ I can believe you fell for this" one of the mercs said

I should have seen it coming, [censored] Talon company holding Jessica for three [censored] years i'm going to make everyone of these bastards pay.

"Your buddies may gun me down but I can sure as hell shoot you” James shouted and began firing at mick and then the other Mercs

Bang bang " [censored] he hit me " bang bang " the boss wants him alive!" bang bang smack bang.... Silence ( Gun fight)



James fell to ground as a fifth hidden merc had snuck up on James and smacked him from with butt of his rifle, James fell to floor and the merc kicked him , James felll unconscious...

“ Load him into Crate boys, the boss got something special planned for him” one of mercs ordered and lit a cigar "it's a long [censored] walk back to base"

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OOC: James had been knocked unconscious is being taken somewhere He is NOT dead…

Rules, well rule

James left his letter on desk, if someone goes looking for him (or after a while with him missing) you can find it on his desk, you may discuss with others in town and discuss what to do but if you head of to anchorage Memorial I will Pm you (or group) a list of items/clues you may find there

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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 4:39 pm

--Early Evening--
--Brandy’s House--
--Pawnee--


Pawnee began to feel a throbbing pain in his arm. The haze of med-x and strange moonshine cleared, and he found himself mostly naked, curled up next to Brandy on the couch.

Why the [censored] did I just do that?

"I hope this isn't the only time Pawnee,” Brandy yawned, tugging on the shoulder strap of her nightie, “I would take good care of you, I've never met anyone who makes me feel as special as you do and I wanted to show you that."

Pawnee blinked. More strongly than the pain, he felt a somber feeling wash over him.

You make me feel special. . .

“They all say that,” Pawnee muttered.

He wiggled his way off of the couch and began to get dressed. His arm hurt more than it ever had before. He hadn’t been careful with it when it was numbed by the med-x and now he was paying the price.

“Sorry but my arm is hurting really bad,” Pawnee walked up to the door, “I need to take some meds and get some rest. I – I don’t want to sound rude, but when I’m in pain I kind of like to be alone.”

Pawnee stepped into the street, and shuffled his way back to his house with his head hung low. He prayed that Frieda wouldn’t be waiting for him inside.

--Early Evening--
--Greyditch--
--Zardoz--


"Zardoz!” A tall blond man walked up to him, gesturing to his wagon, “I see nothing's changed, how the hell have you been?"

The man extended his hand to Zardoz.

“Mr. Taylor,” Zardoz gave him a firm handshake, “I never forget the face of a customer. Come down all the way from Atlantic City, I see? Are you settling down in this quaint town, or just passing through? Are you still playing that magnificent guitar?”

Zardoz began to close up shop, putting everything away, and sealing the back of his wagon. Taylor struck up a brief conversation with Nikita and her customer, an attractive blond.

--Early Evening--
--Greyditch--
--Nikita--


"Thanks, Nikita, was it? My shop is at the end of the street, it's called 'Spark and Flame'. Stop by later today or tomorrow." The blond began to walk off.

“Wait what?” Nikita had been distracted, watching Zardoz seal up the wagon for the night. She spun around and saw the woman walk away, “hey! You didn’t pay for those! You – you didn’t pay for you palm reading! You have to pay for that!”

The woman continued on as if she hadn’t heard her.

What the [censored]!

Nikita scurried over to Zardoz.

“Zardoz,” Nikita pointed down the street at the blond, “she didn’t pay for those things.”

“Hmm?” Zardoz glanced over at Nikita and then cupped his hands over his mouth, “attention everyone, please! I will be closing up shop for the night – but if there are items in my inventory that still pique your interest, worry not! We shall reopen tomorrow morning for a few hours before leaving town - forever! Not something to be missed lightly!”

“That blond,” Nikita continued when he’d finished, “she took a bunch of clothes and I told her fortune and she just walked off without paying a cap!”

Zardoz furrowed his brow, “well. . .go after her. Tell her to pay.”

“What?!?” Nikita gasped. She glared at Zardoz for a moment to make sure he was serious and then made a disgusted shrug, “Isn’t that what we have mercs for? I’m not a debt collector. What do you want me to do – break her legs? She’s looks like a raider, and she’s like two feet taller than me. . .she’d beat me up.”

“Nothing so rash.” Zardoz smiled, “Perhaps this was just a misunderstanding. Kindly ask her for payment and if she still refuses, then I’ll send in mercs. We’re new in town. Let’s try and keep things civil,” he leaned into Nikita, now whispering, “you never know who you don’t want to rub the wrong way with mercs. Be business like. She'll pay you. You'll be fine.”

“Why do I have to do this?” Nikita whined, “she has to pick up stuff from her shop to pay me. I – I don’t want to go into some dark building, alone with a raider. That isn’t my job.”

“Acting’s your job,” Zardoz crooned, “this is good practice. Act tough.”

You said you’d make me famous. This isn’t acting. This - this is a joke.

“What’s really the matter?” Zardoz began to climb inside of the wagon.

“I’m scared of her,” Nikita whimpered, “didn’t you see her? I’m. . .delicate. I could get hurt.”

Zardoz put his hands on her shoulders, “If she threatens you, walk away. You’ll be okay. You’re just asking her to pay for what she took – not shaking her down.”

“Fine,” Nikita pouted, “I really hate you sometimes. This isn’t what you promised in Vegas! If I wind up beaten to death in alleyway – that’s – that’s on your soul.”

The crowd began to disperse and Nikita left with them. She walked towards the diner, around which the whole town seemed to congregate.

The blond was making her way inside.

Okay Niki. . .just act tough. . .you’re an actress right? Right. . . I hate you Zardoz.

“Excuse me,” Nikita tapped the blond on the shoulder, “perhaps there was a misunderstanding. I thought you were going to take me to your shop right away to pay for the clothes you took. We can’t risk people skipping out on us, so if you want to keep those clothes you’ll have to take me to your shop right now. Let’s go.”
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Jimmy Leggio - Celeste's diner - Mid-morning


"For [censored]'s sake," Frieda objected tiredly. "You're right, the town got attacked by Raiders and the rest of us had our own...fun...outside of town. We're all beat down, injured, exhausted. If J.T. wanted to take advantage of us, he'd have already done it. Most of us are total pushovers right now. Now, sir, you're either part of the problem or part of the solution. [censored] off or help out. This place is a shambles and there are other injured people around. Once Brandy is seen, I'm taking her home, and then I'm going to crash for a couple hours myself."

Jimmy looked towards the voice, seeing the blonde woman.

"Nobody asked for your input," Jimmy snapped. "And besides, shouldn't you be babysitting?" Jimmy holstered his weapon. "Do you really think if this man was a raider he would atack a diner filled with armed people, one of them a pill-popping giant?" Jimmy asked aloud before turning towards the exit. To be honest, he'd be doing the Wasteland a favour if he was planning to massacre the majority of this town, Jimmy thought, exiting the diner.

Jimmy continued on, passing by the wagon. A man, presumably some sort of merchant, was yelling buzzwords at the top of his lungs. Jimmy chuckled at the ridiculousness of it. Guy probably sells potions that allow invisibility. The locals will no doubt be drawn like a moth to a flame... whatever a moth is. Jimmy passed by the wagon, trying to recount where he heard the phrase.


Not wanting to check up on the miserable slaves until the trader had been sorted, Jimmy went back to his house to check on his family. They were still quite shaken up. Life in Paradise Falls was, ironic as it sounds, very safe and peaceful. Jimmy spent the afternoon with Laura and Lucille. Them ate the small amount of food in the house and read one of the many books Jimmy's scouts had found over the years. The book was called "The Mouse and His Child." The latter half of the book had been ripped out when Jimmy received it. Yet he read it anyway. It was a marvellous little story, and one Jimmy had read many times over. It was one of the things that made Jimmy wish he had been born before the Great War, books. The were so sophisticated, so beautiful. Jimmy's skill, his intelligence, it would have been perfect for the pre-war word. Instead he was forced to deal with savagery and ignorance on a daily basis. The only way Jimmy could combat this was beating the savages at their own game. And he had obviously succeeded.


Jimmy shut the door of his house. It was early evening now. Jimmy knew that any day cracks could begin showing in regards to his true reason for being at Grayditch. Totting a magnum in the local's faces wouldn't exactly slow this down, so Jimmy decided they needed an apology.

Jimmy walked by through the town. As he approached the diner he saw the trader pack up his wagon. The woman Jimmy had bumped into was in a conversation with the blonde woman. Frieda. Jimmy sighed as he neared the wagon.

"'Scuse me, sir. My name is Jimmy Johnson, I'd just like to give you a message. I bumped by your.. assistant on my way into the diner this morning," stupid [censored] shouldn't have been standing where she was and doing her best to give me a [censored] migraine, "uh, tell her I'm sorry, please?" Jimmy stood back and observed the purple dressed wagon. "Certainly impressive, old boy." Jimmy shot a smile before leaving the trader and entering the diner.

OOT: Sorry for the weak post, it's half two.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 8:10 am

FRIEDA ~~ Diner/etc. ~~ Early evening

Frieda was barely a step into the diner when she felt tapping on her shoulder. She turned around to see Nikita standing there, looking very flustered. "Yes?"

“Excuse me, perhaps there was a misunderstanding. I thought you were going to take me to your shop right away to pay for the clothes you took. We can’t risk people skipping out on us, so if you want to keep those clothes you’ll have to take me to your shop right now. Let’s go," Nikita huffed.

Bossy, much? Frieda felt genuinely confused. "Oh, right. Yeah, I thought we had an understanding. Sorry about that." She turned and walked out of the diner and straight back towards her shop. "I had no intention to short change you, but...well anyways." Don't much want to tell you all about my personal problems, now, do I...

Frieda unlocked the shop. Much to her surprise, the place was immaculate. Somehow the Raiders passed it by, or couldn't get in. I owe Vict a beer, those locks were all his genius. "Here we are," she said, waving Nikita in. "Like I said, I wasn't trying to rip you off. It's no excuse, but let's just say I had an extremely stressful weekend. I'm not fully recovered from it yet."

She waved at the small collection of toasters, radios, and lamps arranged neatly on a metal shelf. Owe Vict another beer for stacking those up for me. I really need to focus on my job now and then. "All in perfect working order, wiring completely brand now and reconfigured. They're worth about ten caps each." Frieda leaned towards the shorter woman and smirked. "I get what you people do. You're talented, too, with the palm reading ordeal. I have no idea what you told Brandy, but the girl's innocent as can be, and shame on you for selling her that Jet." Frieda crossed her arms. "I bet if you gave some of these radios a new coat of paint you could sell them to people as enchanted, like they'll receive messages from God himself, or similar."

A chill settled over her, remembering instantly the painting on her doors of her home. She tried not to let on that she was bothered by something. "What do you say?"



CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Mid-afternoon

Celeste woke up feeling groggy. She wondered what time it was. She sat up and moaned, her eye aching a little bit. She shuffled into her small bathroom and examined herself as best she could in the grimy mirror. She lifted her eye patch and was happy to realize she could see -- blurry, and barely -- out of her right eye. Satisfied, she replaced the patch, changed her shirt, and walked downstairs. Celeste picked up the broken music box and tossed it out the back of her house onto the rubble pile that was her back yard.

Pawnee will be heartbroken to find out that the raiders had destroyed that nice music box. I almost don't have the heart to tell him.

She stepped into the street, and by her reckoning, it had to be mid- to late afternoon.

"Celeste!" called a familiar voice.

Celeste turned and gave Frieda a short wave. "Hi, Frieda," she replied, sadly. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better. Look, I wanted to apologize for being snippy with you this morning. I wasn't trying to...I mean, I didn't mean to..."

The ice queen herself, apologizing? Maybe she's trying to make friends. It was sweet how she watched over Brandy earlier, too. "It's okay," Celeste smiled. "You haven't seen Joe, have you?"

"No..."

Celeste nodded. "I better go check on my diner. See you, Frieda." She walked towards the diner, past the crowd in front of the purple-clad wagon. Normally, Celeste would be right up at its edge, gleefully peering at the trinkets and concoctions, but today...

She walked into the diner, feeling sullen. J.T., Bob, and Shawn were standing around and talking. She raised her head to greet them as cheerfully as possible when she realized something: it was clean.

Celeste stopped dead in her tracks. She slowly turned around on the spot, taking in everything as best she could with only one good eye. The stools that had taken the worst of the damage were gone, and the others were refurbished, of sorts. The tables were fairly clean. The countertop was clear of broken glass, stale alcohol, and other debris. The fridge had been righted, and from what she could tell, brand new dishes stocked the racks within the bar.

"Wha---who--I mean--how?!" she spluttered, absolutely choked. "Who did this? I can't believe it! Did you guys do this?" Celeste began to cry, feeling overwhelmed with emotion and still a little tired from all the excitement from the night before. "I can't believe it, three strangers really fixed up my diner? That...that's just..." She sniffed and wiped her nose on the shoulder of her t-shirt.
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Post » Fri May 13, 2011 6:55 pm

OOC - I cannot tell from the relevant posts if Freida still has her Enclave boots or not....I'll edit them out if she doesn't.

Bob Dobbs

Celeste's Diner – Afternoon

“That’ll do it.”, thought Dobbs as he washed the last plate and put it back in the rack. “We need to find someone who will let us draw more water, with James having left for his appointment, we’re about out.” The way James had spoken about that “appointment” gave him an ominous feeling, too. Dobbs decided to check up on him tomorrow if he hadn’t seen him by the time the funeral for Duncan was held. J.T and Shawn were discussing something, but before he could join the conversation, he was distracted by movement outside.

A rather glum looking Celeste, wearing a eye-patch over her injured eye, and followed fairly closely by Freida, were both heading for the diner. Both had changed clothes, Freida had taken off that Raider outfit and was now wearing a pink shirt and what looked from here to be cutoff jean shorts. But that wasn’t what got his attention. She was wearing what looked to be Enclave Officer’s boots…and was that a plasma pistol at her side? “She had to have scavved them off a corpse or bought them”, thought Dobbs. “She couldn’t possibly be naive or crazy enough to be wearing parts of her own uniform if she’s a Remnant like me…she’d be dead or if lucky in the Brotherhood’s prison camp at Adams AFB painting rocks by now.” Pretty much everyone in the Capital Wasteland hated the Enclave…and as much as Dobbs hated to admit it, for good reason. Being a Combat Engineer, he was too valuable a asset to be sent out on Genetic Compliance testing details, something he thanked whoever was up there for every day…he didn’t know if he could have lived with himself after doing what they were sent out to do.

“Rebuilding America….what a sick joke.”, Dobbs thought with disgust. “What Eden and the Colonel wanted to build was nothing like the America I read about in the books back home in Illinois or later at Site R. Too bad I didn’t figure that out until it was far too late.” He’d had enough trouble with the Plasma Rifle he carried when running water caravans, and he’d bought that from the Brotherhood…a perk for the mercs like him that Rivet City Security hired to escort the water caravans for the Brotherhood. He’d never forget the first time he went to Megaton with it…he would have been lynched if he hadn’t kept the receipt, producing it convinced the Sheriff to step in and talk the mob down. When I got back to Rivet City Lepelletier told me that Simms had actually checked with them to see if the receipt was real. Things had calmed down since then....that was right after the War...but when he finally sold it to Flak as part of the down payment for his .45-70, he was relieved to be rid of it and the trouble. No one would expect a ‘claver to be carrying something so “primitive”….just the way he liked it.

Celeste strode in then suddenly stopped and began looking all around, at the booths, the counter top, behind the bar and at the stools along the counter her expression changing from glum resignation to disbelief. Frieda reached the Diner door but was intercepted by the Trader’s female compatriot, and after a short and animated conversation both turned around and headed towards the buildings.

"Wha---who--I mean--how?!" Celeste spluttered, absolutely choked. "Who did this? I can't believe it! Did you guys do this?" She then began to cry. "I can't believe it, three strangers really fixed up my diner? That...that's just..." She sniffed and wiped her nose on the shoulder of her t-shirt.

“We did, but not alone”, Dobbs said. “James helped us too, but he had to leave a few minutes ago. I’m afraid most of the bottles that weren’t locked up were destroyed by that grenade, so you’re short on drinks but most of the food in the fridge made it and you’re well stocked on meat now.” Dobbs pointed at the metal plate with “WELCUMMING CUMITTY” in badly peeling letters painted on it leaning against the back wall. “I’m afraid your sign got ruined, I put a temporary one out there until we could get it repainted. I also got you some more plates and glasses from Zardoz out there. There are a few things I’d like to tell you about, I understand you’re pretty much the Mayor here.”

At that point, Brandy walked in to the Diner. She also seemed quite astonished to see the Diner had been cleaned up.

"WOW, its all cleaned up?", Brandy exclaimed. She then turned to Celeste. "Celeste, you didn't lose your eye did you? Oh no, I was worried about you, then I didn't know where you went." Brandy gave her a hug.

Dobbs waited until Brandy and Celeste had greeted each other, then explained the arrangements he had explored for Duncan. The grave he and J.T had dug, the marker they had commissioned from Vict, and Zardoz’s offer to do a service for him, the fee he asked for, and the tentative date he had set of tomorrow afternoon for the funeral. “I wish we had a coffin for him, but unless we have a carpenter here I’m not sure who to turn to for one on this short notice.”

Brandy looked over at Duncan's still form, wrapped in a white sheet at the end of the diner. "Poor Duncan" she gasped covering her mouth. She sat down on one of the stools at the counter, wiping a couple tears from her face.

Dobbs also advised her he was a skilled plumber and mason, and was here to set up shop...and would like to discuss a residence and/or shop for him when she had the time.

After answering all of Celeste’s questions about her Diner and Duncan, Dobbs then offered to cook her dinner. “You must be famished after everything that’s happened.” Dobbs said. “Why don’t you have a seat here at the counter and I’ll cook you a nice fresh Yao-Gaui steak? We can talk some more while we wait.”

"Does anyone have anything for pain? My shine isn't cutting anymore.", Brandy said quietly.
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Brandy - Her house - early evening


“They all say that,” Pawnee muttered, while she pulled the straps of her nightie back on.

What? Are you serious? Where's the 'your an angel, a desert rose' stuff.

He wiggled his way off of the couch and began to get dressed, “Sorry but my arm is hurting really bad,” Pawnee walked up to the door, “I need to take some meds and get some rest. I – I don’t want to sound rude, but when I’m in pain I kind of like to be alone.”

Now you're leaving, so fast after I...

"A...ok I guess, hope your arm feels better" she frowned.

After Pawnee walked out, Brandy fell back onto the couch, why? Why can't he just stay with me, I wouldn't have done anything but take care of him. He errrr. She took up a glass from the table that had some shine left in it and downed it.

Pulling herself together she went upstairs and put her red dress back on.

"Guess I will go see if somebody has some pain killers"

Zardoz had closed up for the evening, looking back she saw Nikita and Frieda enter Spark and Flame. She turned back to the diner and could see Celeste standing inside, so she picked up her pace to see her. When she walked into the diner she was surprised.

"WOW, its all cleaned up?" In astonishment, "Celeste, you didn't lose your eye did you? Oh no, I was worried about you, then I didn't know where you went."

Brandy gave her a hug, Bob was there a tall handsome blonde man and a tall handsome dark hair man. Both were in nice shape too.

Oh wow

The smell of steaks filled the air rather than the smell of explosives, it was very inviting as Brandy's stomach growled. She saw what must be Duncan wrapped in a white sheet at the end of the diner.

"Poor Duncan" she gasped covering her mouth.

She plopped on a bar stool, wiping a couple tears from her face. He was such a kind kind man

"Does anyone have anything for pain? My shine isn't cutting anymore." She said quietly, still thinking about Duncan.
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Joe Rennie. Joe's house. Afternoon.

Joe sat, tied to the wooden chair and watched as Rusty and the raider battled. The filthy, bearded man still brandished his crowbar and several times had managed to land heavy blows about Rusty's head and shoulders, one popping out of it's socket so that his arm dangled limply at his side. Despite his wounds however, the black clad man was still managing to hold his own. With his remaining good arm he was doing his best to hold the crowbar at bay, either dodging the swing or blocking the blow. Whenever the oppertunity presented itself Rusty would lash out with his feet. Surprisingly fast and agile for his stature, Rusty began to take the upper hand.

With a flurry of kicks and punches Rusty drove the bearded man across the room towards the kitchen. A heavy punch to the temple caused the raider to stumble for a few steps, opening a gap between the two men. Valentine used the extra space to take a step forward and leap into the air, his kick connecting with the raiders chest and driving him back into the wall with a thud. The raider rebounded from the wall and swung the crowbar once more, slamming the metal into the side of Rusty's head, spinning him round and knocking him to the floor.

"Rusty, you ok there?" Joe called over, already starting to panic. It didn't look like Frank was going to get any help for him and this inept rescuer was currently laying motionless, face down on the floor, while the dirt crusted raider stood over him raising the crowbar high above his head to strike the final blow. "Rusty! Wake up and fight for [censored] sake. What the [censored] are you doing? He's right on you, you [censored] moron. Do something."

"His will be done." The raider intoned as the crowbar descended towards the back of Rusty's head. At the last moment the man in black rolled onto his back, there was a flash of metal and the raider stumbled away from Valentine, clutching his throat. As Joe watched, blood began to seep between the raider's fingers and the man slowly sank to his knees. A gurgling, clacking sound escaped from the raider's mouth and his eyes bulged as he tryed to draw a breath through his slashed throat. Beside the dieing man, Rusty slowly rose to his feet and stooped beside his assailant.

"It's like mah momma said mah daddy used to say son, the possum ain't dead 'till you scraqe him off the road." He placed his hand on the raider's face and then pushed him to the floor. Once all noise from the raider had ceased, Valentine turned his attention to Joe. "Can't say I'm sorry to see you in this situation Rennie. Mah daddy is right about y'all, y'all are a black tongued liar. Y'all should give me one good reason not to finish what he started."

A slight shift in the shadows let Joe know that there was another person in the room and he could only think of one person he knew who could move that quietly. This caused Joe to answer with a great deal more confidence than he actually felt, he knew something Rusty didn't. "Well I suppose that one good reason is, I'm the [censored] head of security in town," Joe was doing his best to not show how much pain he was in as he spoke, "what you need to do is untie me so I can see how everyone else in town is faring."

"They're doing fine. This town has it's own guardian now. It doesn't need you causing trouble anymore."

"Causing trouble? I have no idea what you are talking about." Joe's face was a mask of complete innocence.

"Your lies don't work with me Rennie. I was blind but now I see."

"What? You realise that most of what you say makes absolutely no sense don't you Rusty. Ok fine, you're right. I am a liar, I'm running things out of this town that you can't imagine, you inbred [censored]. Of course my question is, what are you going to do about it? I mean here I am, all tied up, completely at your mercy. I'm as defenceless as a baby here Rusty. So what are you going to do about it?"

Valentine brandished the knife he had killed the raider with as he walked closer to Joe. "What am I going to do? I'm going to finish you off Rennie. Finish you off here and then expose you to the town. I don't think anyone would miss a gah dang liar like you, I could always do what you do and lie, tell everyone that the raider finished you before I could stop him."

"So you're going to kill me and then tell everyone about the slaves? About Moriarty's plans to rob traders? Expose everything?"

Rusty looked momentarily shocked as he stared into Joe's bloodshot eyes. "You're Gah Dang right I will."

A slight smile crossed Joe's bloody lips, "Well that sounds like quite a threat to the head of security, doesn't it Harold?"

A massive arm shot out of the shadows and siezed Rusty by the back of his neck, the bounty hunter was yanked backwards and another arm clamped round his neck, his throat being squezed by the inside of Harold's elbow. Rusty struggled against the giant's embrace, but it was of no use against Harold's buffout augmented strength. "It does sound like a threat," The brute rumbled in agreement, "and we can't have threats like that in town can we?"

"No Harold, we can't. Take care of him and then untie me. We need to figure out how to deal with Harlan too." He looked Rusty directly in the eye as he continued. "The old man is the brains of this outfit and I don't think he's going to take the death of his firstborn too well. We can use this though. With all his religious babble it'll be easy to link ol' daddy with the raiders, I might not even have to have him killed, I'll just present my evidence and see what people in town make of it. Ok Harold, get rid of him."

The giant nodded silently then wrenched with his huge arms. There was a sickening snapping sound as the bounty hunter's head twisted further than a human neck should allow, his eyes went glassy as Harold released his body and allowed it to slump to the floor.

"Ok Harold. Now untie me so I can try to think up a plan."
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