[Jimmie Allen]

Calypso - Bob's house

Calypso listened as Bob explained the happenings between the Brotherhood and Talon Co. She clung to Mieux to keep herself steady.

“Somebody needs to secure this town”, Bob concluded. “There are going to be Talon Company stragglers roaming around for weeks to come…and the crew Moriarty hired to ‘protect’ this place doesn’t seem to be all that interested in keeping the peace. First a Raider attack….now we’ve had three shootings in a couple of hours”.

Calypso smiled with a gleam in her drunken eyes, "Fear not Mr. Dobbs, for I am taking over this town. Mr. Mieux and I have reached a compromise, and I will see to it that law enforcement is taken seriously." She looked down at Brandy, For we must not have such heinous things develop within Grayditch's reaches."

"I have assigned two guards to the Tropical Room, and the Rose is guarded tightly as well. If I may, offer one of my mercs to keep watch outside of your dwelling as well?" Calypso spoke dramatically, trying to smooth over an entire town would prove a challenge, one she welcomed with open arms.

"Very well Mr. Dobbs, I do have one more issue that requires my attention before I retire for the evening. I do wish Miss Brooks a speedy recovery. Do know, the Rose's doors are always open for the young woman." Calypso turned on the heel of her stiletto, swinging her arms around Mieux's neck, "Let us make our exit Love," she kissed Mieux and took his hand.

Once the door to Bob's closed, Calypso turned around a tad too quickly, she stumbled to the side. She braced herself with Mieux's waist, "I do believe I had a touch too much...or not quite enough," she actually giggled.

"Come, I shall escort you back to the Tropical Room Love. As I mentioned to Mr. Dobbs, I have yet one final task for the evening that is in need of my attention." Calypso hiccuped and giggled again.

(OOC: Short, but it can allow Miuex to goto bed. I doubt Calypso will let him go into the Marigold Station. She is still trying to figure him out before she, or if, decided to let him know she's a slaver.)

[dav]

Sue cooper- sitting by Brandy- nightime

James then learned out “ and don’t worry I’m going to fix this… you just rest now, need to regain your strength.” With that James stood up and left the room. The look on his face suggested he was going to do something…

Wait James!

Before Sue could stop him James had gone downstairs, putting his glass of milk down Sue followed him downstairs by which time he had reached the door and looked [censored] Pissed the [censored] off

”Something I should have done at Springvale”, James said flatly, then spun on his heel and left. “James”, Bob said, “What do you want me to do with this kid?”

Sue walked over to door and watched James drawing his pistol and walking faster and faster towards the dilapidated old shack Moriarty’s men had used for a office. A shot rang out as James raised his revolver and shot the lock off the door and kicked the door open and went inside…only to come out a moment later and stalk off in the direction of the Diner.
He’s going after Toby….

“I heard someone else got shot”, Edward said, “where is he?”

“Over here” Bob said “Although James mentioned someone else was shot at the club” he added on,

“I see, well let’s treat this guy first then I’ll head over to club and see if anyone needs help” Edward said as he began examining the wound “But first Lets move him over the diner.”

With Bob and Sue help Edward carried the kid over to the diner and began treating the kid’s leg. Bob returned home whilst Sue helped Edward in the operation and managed to save the kids leg, although according to Edward he might not be-able to walk for a while, without a support.

Packing up his equipment Edward left the tent and made his way over to this Club according to Tap James had mentioned
Aaron was the one who had gotten shot before he left to hunt down toby and Amelia… she also mentioned that she wanted to go with him and “see that [censored]es face” As James killed them but that someone had to look after the bar.

Returning back to Bob’s she found him sitting next to Brandy, she signed to him and was translated by Jeeves “ Edward treated the Kid and saved his leg although said he might not be walking for a while, he then went to club to see if Aaron need help”

Sue then walked over Brandy and gave her a kiss on the forehead before signing “I’m going to go to bed now, look after Brandy,
If anything happens wake me up.” This was translated again by Jeeves.

Sue left the room and went to her bedroom, removing her armour she put on a blue nightie and climbed into bed

Early morning – around 3am

"AHHHH.....," Brandy shrieked

Sue awoke to Brandy shrieking, Grabbing Brandy’s 10mm pistol she rushed towards her bedroom, as she did Brandy shouted again “Boooooooobbbbbbbbb!!”

Sue reached the room and walked inside to see bob “you’re safe….you’re at the house”. He tucked her back into bed. “You’ve been badly hurt, and need to rest. Are you feeling OK…are you in pain?”

She was having a nightmare……

Placing Brandy’s pistol in Side table, Sue sat on the side of bed and began to hug brandy whlist she spoke to Bob.

[Alina loves Alexandra]

Aubrey

“That’s James for you”, Bob replied. “I’ll say this much….they had better learn how how to behave out here, fast. If they take advantage of James’s better nature and harm or kill him…things will get ugly. As soon as the Regulators find out they dry-gulched a Good Samaritan they are as good as dead…..that’s assuming they make it out of town alive, of course. And between the people here and the Brotherhood camping out by the Diner….that isn’t likely.”

"The Regulators?" she murmured, more to herself, brows pressing down at the thought. It was a vaguely familiar name.

"That guy did seem a little nuts," Dean agreed, smirking awkwardly. "I can't imagine Pini trying anything with a round in his hand and two armed men keeping their eyes glued to him though. He's a tad crazy, sure, but not suicidal, at least not without good reason... I think."

"Well", said Bob, "For his sake...and that of your friends...please keep him in line before he does something that can't be forgiven."

"I'll make sure he doesn't," Aubrey interrupted, face set with an angry determination.

She was about ready to go on her way, when Bob offered some milk. Her hands began to raise to reject, but he was quicker to give Jeeves the order than she was to stop him. Her arms simply plopped to her sides as Jeeves began to float out the doorway.

Aubrey turned when she heard a voice - one of the many at the earlier "introduction" of her former peers:

“Bob are you in? We found the gunman!”

The girl felt her body shoot up and straighten, face stretching is surprise before her brows knit in disbelief. They found the gunman.

"what?"


"You sure this guys going to be cool with us bringing a wounded kid into his home at this time?"
“This man appears to have been shot! I’ll get Master Dobbs at once!”

Bob requested she stay, but Aubrey didn't listen very well. After a little while of his leave, her mind had been swarmed by questions as she heard the words float from below. Who was it? Who all was there?

On reflex, she skimmed down the stairs. Her legs nearly tumbled as she rushed to the door, still weak and shaky, and one arm leaned heavily against the wall. Her eyes worked perfectly, though, and she caught the faces in a second. Near Jeeves and Bob was James - still looking like a torn rag doll flopping around - the guy from before, Biddy, and...actually, she couldn't be sure she knew him. Sue, the Protectron, and Calypso and some other man had seemed to have entered recently - being on the vague outskirts of the scene.

But the one horribly injured and arrested wasn't Biddy, the one vault dweller there. No, she was well off - extremely drunk and strutting with a sluggish, slow smirk. 'Just about normal,' she thought. As she puffed away her curly hair with a hand, her eyes focused more on the reactions of everyone there than the man's injury - a suspicious look in her eyes. Aubrey felt her back shiver and tense, her head dizzying, as her tongue pushed against her teeth's tip.

James was speaking to Bob, presenting the man on the floor:
“Brought him back here as I reckon you would know where we can locking him up or something until he awakes and we can question him about the attacks. He might not have shot me but he defiantly shot Aaron. Speaking of which he probably needs a doctor too, not sure if any of the vault people or calypso mercs are doctor?"

As she began to charge up to the group, shoulders straight and stiff, Bob explained what had happened to Brandy - he scaled the steps before Aubrey reached him - apparently willing to let in Biddy but upset that Brandy was hurt. This didn't stop her from confronting the other guy acting like an ass-hat, though. Keeping her voice just a hair below yelling.
"Why did you let a potential murderer and threat into here?" she resisted the overwhelming urge to punch him, but instead gave Biddy a shove that sent her a good foot or two back to "gesture" to who she was talking about.

"What the [censored]!?" she blurted with a screech at the disrespect.

"We have two injured people, now - get her out of here. It's sick enough that we're letting these guys, with plenty of reason and evidence to be arrested, skip around town completely free. We don't need to set an even uglier low."

"She's just jealous," Biddy cooed, slipping behind Barry and wrapping her arm about his, pressing a cheek to his shoulder. "I won't hurt nobody, promise."

Aubrey felt herself nearly gag in disgust as she brushed against the man like a cat in heat. No doubt the reason she was in the house, in the first place. No doubt the reason this group was anywhere but a prison cell.

"Keep her away from Brandy, and keep her away from him -" she pointed to the man on the floor, "If you all are still dandy about her when she tries to hurt or kill someone, I can tell you I won't be. Right now, I just gotta make sure this screw up by the town doesn't let Pini or the others do anything. I'm calling for some form of justice that isn't a complete joke, tomorrow."

With that, Aubrey stormed off. Really, making sure Pini was kept in check would be more important.

[Beth Belcher]

Brandy - Home - Early A.M.

Brandy winced from the excruciating pain in her side, her chest burned as she looked around the room. She felt gentle hands take hold of her, “I’m here, Sweet-Pea”, said Bob as he gently maneuvered her back into bed, “you’re safe….you’re at the house”. He tucked her back into bed. “You’ve been badly hurt, and need to rest. Are you feeling OK…are you in pain?”

Sue dashed into the room, wearing a blue nightie and holding the pistol James had given Brandy. Sue's blue eyes were full of concern and worry. She placed the gun on the nightstand and carefully sat down on the bed, hugging Brandy assuringly.

"Yes," whined Brandy, "It evens hurts to breath." She buried her face against Sue's stomach, dampening two spots on the nightie from her tears.

"Do I belong here?" Brandy's voice was muffled as her face remained buried, her chest heaved, "owww," she moaned at the sharp pain.

"Do you and everyone else want me here? I always cause trouble," Brandy continued to question, "Maybe Toby was right, I don't belong here." Brandy went to roll to her side, but grimaced and groaned, choosing to stay on her back. "I can't move without it feeling like I was...shot." It was the only thing she could compare the pain to ironically.

Brandy started to shake, "I...mm....cold and dizzy." She looked up at Bob and Sue with big, worried eyes nibbling at her lower lip. She took in the stuff in the room, the Eye-bot, Jeeves, and the miscellaneous things adorning the walls.

I don't belong here, she thought, but a little bit of a murmur escaped.


Brandy saw another person walk inside, she squinted to see, she had no idea where her glasses were. It was a redheaded girl, Zoe, she asked herself silently.

"Hello," The girl said with a giggly hiccup, "I heard some scream - everything alright?" She pushed her way past Sue to the bed, "Poor thing. Y'all real nice to each other, watching over her like that." The girl sounded drunk and flirty.

Brandy ran through the memories from back home, and her friend Zoe. "How ya doin', princess?" she grinned sweetly, taking Brandy's hand and patting it, "Came up to see if you were alright, you sounded real scared."

"Zoe?" Brandy asked with confusion, "You came to see...how did you?...I was, err am scared. But, how did you know?" Brandy struggled to smile, "It's so nice to see you, Bob, Sue, this is my friend Zoe."

[Rude Gurl]

OOC: Will make a post in the near future. Talking some things out with Cobra first.

[Alex [AK]]

Biddy

"AHHHH....."

Biddy's curled up body jumped to a clumsy half-crouch, head tilted slightly up from the ground.

"Wha-bl-m!" she stuttered and mumbled incoherently, droopy eyes trying to find the alarm that had woke her. Another scream came. Biddy's brows knit together, unable to recall what had just been screamed. Bbbb! was it? What was "Bbbb?"

Creaking and pvssyr echoed throughout the room, everything rustled by the cries. Something was going on. So she responded to the call to action - slowly. She pushed her curly, red hair roughly "in place" about her face, and pushed against the floor to stand up. With some difficulty, she wobbly got onto her feet, holding shakily on the arm of the nearby couch before fumbling toward the general sound from earlier. Biddy nearly fell a few times, and kept close to the wall when she finally clambered up the stairway. So low to the steps that it was almost closer to dog paddling and ambling up on her knees than actually walking.

"I...mm....cold and dizzy."

Unfamiliar voice, with the loud buzzing noise the old robots always made - felt weird to hear that noise. Almost like deja vu.

Pulling at her strapless top, then ambling to the door with a slight shuffle, her bright green eyes drifted across the scene. These two from earlier.....what was the Wastelanders' names? Ah, [censored] it. The two people hung over the sick girl, the one Aubrey had a fit about, one in a cute blue nightie than Biddy didn't recall seeing before.

Well, if Aubrey had a fit about her, and everyone was doting on this girl, and there was screaming here, it was certainly worth some of her time - before she passed out again.

"Hello," she felt a giggle hiccup as her full lips gave a somewhat drowsy, playful grin. "I heard some scream - everything alright?"

Without any thought about the others' reactions, she went straight to the bed - not paying enough attention to actually realize if she had interrupted anyone and pushed between things. "Poor thing. Y'all real nice to each other, watching over her like that." Her voice began to change in tone, cuter, flirty - even if the way she spoke was a little messy.

She leaned over to see the pretty face the other two had been worrying over:
"How ya doin', princess?" she grinned sweetly, patting her hand. It was either free from the start, or it was free now. "Came up to see if you were alright, you sounded real scared."

[Eve Booker]

Barry Burton

"Probably not, but with everything that's going on Bob is the closest thing to law enforcement in town. Plus I don’t want this kid in my house when I take down Mr. Pini." James said, looking down at the kid. "Even if this kid is the attacker."

"I hate that [censored] as much as you mate, but I don't think it's a good idea just killing him with all those vaulters around; especially while he seems to be passive... That won't look good for anyone." Barry whispered, trying to make sure Biddy didn't hear their little discussion. It wasn't too hard, the Vodka had fully set in and she was officially plastered. Before James could reply a robot hovered into the room, spotting the three of them and the wounded kid on the floor.

"Oh my goodness.” exclaimed the robot in an accent that Barry found almost comical. "This man appears to have been shot! I’ll get Master Dobbs at once!" The robot hovered off up the stairs, leaving the four there once again.

"What the [censored] was that accent?" Barry laughed, shaking his head.

"It's British, the place where Tenpenny comes from." James remarked knowingly.

"Oh, I read about that place once, the land of [censored] weather and funny accents, eh? Sounds like a lovely place." Barry chuckled.

A few moments later a man came down the stairs; he looked to be in good shape, with the same hair and eye color as Barry himself. He didn't say anything, he saw the young lad on the floor and walked straight over to inspect him, looking up after a few seconds.

"I can bandage him up." said Bob, “But this wound is out of my league. We need a real doctor to treat this if he is going to keep his leg. Anyone seen Cody or Edward recently?"

"Sorry, don't even know the names." Barry spoke, kind of happy that it meant he wouldn't have to go out and fetch them. The robot floated back into the room, along with Sue; the mute woman who Barry had worked for earlier that day. The robot once again commented on the young lads injury as he handed Bob a first aid kit. Barry took his belt back from around the wound as Bob bandaged the youth up. He asked what had happened to the youth, James explained he had not shot him, that it had been another man who had also been shot, Barry shifted his attention from the conversation back to Biddy who seemed to be keeping strangely quiet. His first thought was that she was probably overwhelmed with the situation even in her drunken state; although, as usual her face betrayed no sign of worry.

"Did something happen to Brandy?" Barry was snapped out of his imagination by James question, Bob went on to explain what had happened to the young woman, and James had ran up the stairs to check on her, coming back down a few moment later and storming out in what seemed to be controlled rage.

"What a [censored] day." Barry sighed as he turned to see Calypso and the smartly dressed smug bloke from the club walk in. At the same time, yet another girl skimmed down the stairs, almost jumping down them. This girl looked younger than everyone else there, he remembered seeing her before but wasn't quite sure where. She looked tense, angry and before he knew it he had caught eye-contact and seemed to be emotionally battered by the conviction in the young girls eyes. Before he knew it she made her way over to him, her conviction and anger on her face not relenting.

"Why did you let a potential murderer and threat into here?" The young girl spoke, not waiting for an answer as she gave Biddy a forceful shove that sent her a small distance back.

"What the [censored]?" Biddy screeched.

"Come on, the chances of her being the killer are about the same as this night getting any more [censored] up." Barry spoke defensively, holding his hands up submissively to the furious young woman. He had no problem with handling an argument with a gun toting, 6ft overly muscular killer; that was simple and easy... but a teenage girl was a little too much; that situation required skills he had not acquired.

"We have two injured people, now - get her out of here. It's sick enough that we're letting these guys, with plenty of reason and evidence to be arrested, skip around town completely free. We don't need to set an even uglier low." The young woman finished, still looking angry.

Barry couldn't help it; his mouth curled into a small smirk. At the girls age his life had consisted of hitting on girls, fantasizing about hitting on girls, and looking forward to starting training for guard duty; this girl couldn't be older than seventeen and she was worried about a whole towns security.

"I take it you girls know each other?" Barry smiled...

"She's just jealous," Biddy cooed, slipping behind Barry and wrapping her arm around his, pressing a cheek to his shoulder. "I won't hurt nobody, promise."

"Nobody. Is. Hurting. Anybody." Barry spoke, very slowly and wearily. "There's been enough pain in town today to last a few months."

"Keep her away from Brandy, and keep her away from him -" she pointed to the man on the floor, "If you all are still dandy about her when she tries to hurt or kill someone, I can tell you I won't be. Right now, I just gotta make sure this screw up by the town doesn't let Pini or the others do anything. I'm calling for some form of justice that isn't a complete joke, tomorrow."

The young woman simply barged past him after that, heading out the door and into the night.

"What the [censored] was that?" Barry asked, still stunned by the apparently mature young woman's act.

?Biddy simply yawned in response, half stumbling over to the coach and collapsing next to it with her head leaning up against the side..

"Today has been a long day." Barry remarked, yawning too. He made his way over to a chair and collapsed into it; looking to Calypso who had been sat peacefully on the couch.

"Is every day here this [censored] crazy? Mercenary work was easier than this stuff." Barry chuckled, swigging some vodka and resting his head on the back of the chair as his eyes became heavy.

[NIloufar Emporio]

Toby

He felt a hardened fist smash against his face, the bumpy knuckles belting across his cheek. Toby's body bucked back, legs trying to spring away. But he was forced down.

He could feel the towering figures above him, the laughs and grunts of disgust, the yells and howling. He could smell the breath of cigarettes, alcohol, and carcass and rot, he could feel the sand grind against his teeth and coat his tongue.

His heart already began to pound, and his breaths were becoming fast and desperate gasps while his chest heaved painfully. The small man thrashed about, throwing and swinging his arms enough to dislocate his shoulders, tossing his back up and down, trying to position his legs and catapult upward with their force - squirming and pushing for some moment that he could slip away. Pain struck him at the pit of his stomach and up his spine, sharp as bitter-cold water. His throat tightened, and he felt his mouth - grit together - open to gag and slip out a few breathless squeaks. His screams were silent, and they deafened him.


In this moment, he felt his shins press against the ground. He was close! He gasped new air, every movement slowed. He felt his arms slip under the restraints, he felt his body move forward...
But the chain caught and wrung his throat; the bartender threw her weight and he felt his chin bang against the ground, his head bobbing at the force. The dread hit him, the screams welled into shrieks like a storm; he coughed hoarsely and felt his head throb in rhythm with his heart.

He could feel the cuts and kicks and he could taste his own blood spill into his mouth.
The chance was over.

Bam! A repeat lash to his cheek. Bam! A fist bashed his left. Bam! She slogged the nose and front of his face with a crushing fist. He heard a crack and the tearing of his skin. Toby's body kept trying to shrink and duck and get away from the blows, becoming more hopeless yet more anguished. He was held down. Sue kept her punches up relentlessly, not taking a second without crossing his jaw or his eyes. He began to heave more shallow breaths, he felt fresh bruises inflicted with more bruises, his skin cracked and face dented.

He felt everything, and it was real, now.

He felt a sudden, deep breath still his pointless fight, and then he screamed. Nothing but an unintelligible, inhuman scream that spilled out in a gushing flood. He didn't stop as the hits kept coming, he gasped for air and screamed more sick cries. His throat grew sore and scratchy, and his scream drooped into a hoarse howl. As Toby felt his body begin to crumple and shudder, and his limbs grow weak, his lungs were near ready to give out.

He heard the piercing crack of glass as it cut across his face and a spray of blades dig into his skin. And then...nothing. Toby saw red holes and streams across his face, felt the blood streak down from his forehead and drip from his brow, his face let go, and then froze still.

He did manage to hear Brandy's call, as the balled up hands and vicious face rose and showed boots:
"Hez rite, I...I dunt belung here. I sud I shuldent, dunt hurt hem."

Toby didn't know what to feel, what to think. His body began to tremble violently as the boots walked slowly away.
The cries began to fall quietly away into unsteady and hysterical hiccups and shaky, moaning gasps.

He felt the grip loosen after he grew limp. Slowly, he weakly pulled and arched his back just enough to allow his legs to slip away from the weight and fall beneath his belly, padded knees directly in front of his eyes as he wilted his head. The man did nothing else, said nothing else, noticed nothing else. He tried to hide from the rest, either unable or unwilling to focus on his surroundings.

Eventually, though, he felt Bob pried him from the ground by his ear with a fierce look; there was more emotion than Toby had ever seen on his face before. The scrawny man just shrunk from the taller, stronger one - hanging and drooping like a dog would - his knees close to the dirt and his bloody, gashed, and banged up face tilted toward and watching his feet. Toby hardly followed a word Bob said, dulling his senses and brain as much as he could manage. He mumbled something about Calypso, and heard a coarse laugh that grated against his ears.

“Calypso?”, Bob said, “That’s all you’ve got to say for yourself…"

Toby managed to drown out the rest, until his mind couldn't help but obsess on: "If Brandy dies….you die. And you know how I’ll do it? I’ll choke you to death with my bare hands so I can watch your miserable life fade from your eyes as you die.”

He felt an unfamiliar voice cry, "Enough!" and, after a long enough time for Toby to squirm, he felt his ear let loose and his back shoved so that he'd smack the ground with a loud thump. He stifled a pained yelp as one or two of the remaining pieces of glass pushed deeper cuts into his flesh, before beginning to curl back as before.

But then he heard Calypos's voice. Just as he was looking upward, albeit with little more expression than he had before

She hushed the other with a finger, “I wish for you and David to accompany us back to the Rose. I believe we should discuss the matter of town security at once, in great detail.” Calypso waved her hand around, “I understand this is the Wasteland, but how can we expect Grayditch to prosper as you so mentioned with such chaos?”


“It is late, and I would like to go back home to bed.”

Calypso laughed, “My point exactly love. You are more concerned with returning to your bed than the well-being of this town. I shall offer this one more time, do let us discuss the matter at hand immediately.”

“Fine. It’s down by the jail anyways, let’s go.”

After a few more moments, she finally said, " David, do bring Toby with us to The Rose,” and he was yanked from the ground again by someone else.

Toby just followed, now utterly silent. He was quick to leave the tent, and then quick to fall into oblivion as much as he could within a group, that wouldn't risk getting shot from behind. The little he could take in from outside his own mind was the sickening thought of what Calypso would do, but she was far preferable to anyone in the tent.

He stared as a sudden punishment began that he hadn't expected. After losing half of his ear from getting it torn off by teeth, "Louie" was given the set of keys.
“Uncuff our little trouble making repairman."

The runt rubbed his sore wrists for a mere second, more to register he had free hands again and wasn't the one missing half his own ear. The moment he could pass that thought through his addled, dulled and weary mind, he began to pick out any of the remaining glass that he could.

Toby hung back and watched with forced, blank eyes as he watched Calypso torture the others for their annoyance and failures. It was familiar to his fantasies...to his life. He couldn't help but flicker his gaze to the woman brutally killing people with a recognizable sort of delight. He felt his throat and stomach weaken and tighten again. The thoughts of what "Boss-Lady" could do to him were all too abundantly clear now - some slow suffocation by Bob was nothing. There was no reason that she might not just be waiting to turn to him after to torture him further, for causing any trouble in the first place. It was hard to see where usefulness and trouble balanced on this woman's scale.

He looked to the freezer for a long time. 'It's...all the same.'

And then the group was sent to leave. Calypso didn't so much as give him a warning glare. Toby hadn't actually believed that Calypso would be there for his benefit when he had told Bob, it was simply the only thing he could manage to spit out.

He tailed the group slowly, but as Edward and she went away - and then stopped - Toby heard well enough what they said.


“Calypso now that’s over I’d like to speak to you about Toby” he said glancing back at Toby briefly “I know he works for you but freeing him was a bad mistake..." The man did nothing but encourage that "Boss-Lady" do the very kind of thing the engineer had expected. To which she exploded in response:
“WHO are YOU to question me? The Paradise Falls slaver who preached to the slaves? The mighty Paradise Falls slaver who Ari had her way with?”



Calypso pushed herself off of him and stepped back, “Do you know what would happen when that imbecile Three Dog rand his mouth on the radio should the Brotherhood turn on the town that they have agreed to help? And all over a single, A SINGLE, na?ve girl? They would be hated more than they already are; it would look as if they perhaps wanted want the Enclave was unable to retrieve.”

“Maybe you need another lesson about who calls the shots? I am most certain that Linda would gladly help you out, as well as Ari. I shall dismiss your questioning of my authority this once. But, if you wish to push it, I will have you nailed to a cross just like your savior. Though, the sins of which you committed, may be too much for your Lord to bare. Thus, you find yourself residing in the Ten Courts of Hell for eternity.”

“Toby Toby Toby."

The thin figure jumped and shook more violently than ever before that day. He weighted his shoulders down, but they still tensed, his back sloped. He stared at the boss through the eyes of a starved mouse, even as he set his face straight and serious as the woman threw her arms across and ambled toward him. Every heel's click making him cringe.

"I worry not about whom you kill, but rather where it is that you do it." She was close, now, "Now love, if it were not for my wish to spruce The Rose's exterior. I would have allowed your fate to be decided by the people."
That would have disappointed him, if he was not already vaguely familiar of how this deal worked. Calypso's background was rather suspicious, in fact, to him. But he wasn't about to question the boss. As much as it was the general rule to hate anything like a raider, she was the one that had employed him, the one that had freed him, and the one that had taken mercy and didn't look to take his life away in some brutal, torturous way. So long as he was useful.

"I shall redirect their attention elsewhere, but next time love, coax your prey back here to conduct their demise." The alpha looked directly into his eyes, the Runt's eyes, and all he could do was give a stiff nod, before darting his eyes for anything else the moment his boss wasn't paying attention.

He was already falling in line. He felt him claw the back of his own neck, slowly, until skin began to peel away under his nails.

The man drifted away, at the others left, unable to leave The Rose. As wise as it might be to stay with the core force Calypso had, Toby wasn't willing to brave the territory outside, free hands and all. As he neared a bathroom, he saw Edward. Toby merely looked brooding and weary, and that was all he felt, almost. But he felt a familiar flicker of bitterness begin to seed in his heart.

"I'll patch you up, now."

"I'm not letting you touch me," Toby mumbled, staring at him with an unchanging, hard look. Like a cat keeping eye of a dog.

Edward gave some disapproving or superior look or other, and waved off, "Fine. Bleed out and die, then."

"If I needed someone to fix every little cut I ever got, someone would have gotten me long before you ever had a chance to want to."

He drifted further to the bathroom, where a mirror and sink were available and functional enough to use. Turning on the water and washing off the dirt and sand, he stared at his reflection. An ugly face battered and hit to a pulp, gashes from the top to the bottom of his face, still pieces of glass sticking from his cheek and forehead. Much was stained by now dried, brown blood, or show signs of future bruises. A few places looked permanently damaged by various scars - a permanent hole in spots of his cheek and forehead - and his nose was seriously damaged, if not outright broken.
It was all the same.

He felt his teeth grind together and his hands clutch the sink's edges, staring at the water.

Toby still had his things, they had been brought with upon leaving the tent, and he got whatever closest thing he could to a clean bandage. Toby hated bearing the quiet, nothing but the running water and his reflection. He was forced to continue staring at the damage as pulled out the green shards from the alcohol bottle, a number touched by drops of blood that had collected on their edges outside. The ones deep enough dripped fresher blood once it was slowly pulled out.

After tentatively feeling across the face for any less obvious glass, the wounds were washed out and covered by the bandage. He did his best to fix it, as he had when it was broken a few times before. Every moment that he looked at his face drug him back. He wanted to destroy everything, anything. He wanted to get away. But all he could do was fall to hang over the sink bowl and bite deep into his arm with a gnarled nose wrinkling in a snarl. His mind was screaming.

[LuCY sCoTT]

Monroe

The Washington Mall – 11:00 PM

Monroe shielded his eyes as one of the massive searchlights mounted on the roof of the Capitol swiveled in his general direction. Even with his sunglasses on, the glare of the ancient Pre-War anti-aircraft searchlight could blind him if he wasn’t careful. Under his hand, he could see the horde of super-Mutants silently rushing forward towards the Capital building….and so could the Brotherhood. No sooner did the searchlights reveal the seething green tide bearing down on them that a single bugle sounded and instantly muzzle flashes appeared all along the East Portico of the Capitol, lines of green and red tracers reaching out and scything down the front ranks of the advancing mutants. The mob gave a awful shout and charged, trampling over the bodies of their own dead and wounded, firing as they ran. The Brotherhood’s heavy machineguns, emplaced with scientific precision, were firing nearly non-stop, slaughtering mutants wholesale in deadly cross-fires as they surged West down the Mall towards the ruins of the Capitol reflecting pool. There they ran into the razor wire….and the mines. With their pace slowed to a crawl trying to get over the wire barricades, while coping with the mines, the machineguns tore through their ranks, slaughtering them wholesale. The mob began to waver, as the realization the attack had failed sunk into the dim intellects of the super-mutants.

“Madre Dios”, Lexi whispered, horrified by the slaughter despite herself. “This is just [censored] up….”

“It was worse before they nuked Vault 87”, replied Monroe. “The mutants could make good their losses then….now every one that dies is one step towards being rid of them. For some reason the mutants really want that building. They fought Talon Company and the Enclave for it….now the Brotherhood. The Brothers are dug in deep, and let the mutants come to them. Back at the Pitt, we use similar tactics to try to thin out the numbers of the Trogs.”

Having had enough, the super mutants reluctantly began to retreat. In recognition of this, a single blue flare shot up from the Capitol and the machinegun fire ceased as abruptly as it began. A bugle rang out again, using a different tune then before. From positions all along the Eastern face of the Capitol came muzzle flashes, and the crack of slow and deliberate rifle fire, as snipers began engaging stragglers and finishing off the wounded.

“We’ve wasted enough time...we need to get out of here”, said Monroe as he turned to leave, “before the muties spot us.”

Monroe and Lexy quietly moved away from the battle, towards their goal, the old Museum of History. The mutants rarely came to that end of the Mall, as ghouls aren’t good for either dipping or eating, so as long as they got clear without being spotted everything would be OK.

“Are you sure Nova was telling you the truth?”, Lexy asked petulantly. “I don’t trust that broken down old tramp. I can’t believe you actually did her…she’s nasty. You wouldn’t believe what she said to me.”

“She just wanted to get a rise out of you”, Monroe replied. “She only turns tricks because Moriarty’s got her in debt so deep she’s basically a slave. Trust me, she hates Colin and wants nothing more than to see him dead. And once we tell Calypso about his little scheme…”, Monroe chuckled at the thought of it…”Well, I wouldn’t want to be him.”

Soon they came upon the Museum of History, Before it, the stairs and dead escalators that led down to the cavernous depths of Museum Station far below.

“We’re here”, said Monroe as they stepped into the plaza. “You ever been to Underworld, mami?” Lexy shook her head no. “Then this is going to be a shock for you…keep calm and keep any negative opinions to yourself.”

A dry chuckle, followed by the sound of a cigarette lighter springing open then sparking sounded behind them. The pair turned, to see a female ghoul leaning against the building, in a alcove where she couldn’t be seen from the direction they had come until they were exposed in her line of fire. She was of average height, with thinning red hair, well preserved enough that you could still tell she had been attractive before she became a walking corpse. She was wearing a Mercenary Troublemaker outfit, and across her chest, pointed at the ground but at the ready, was a laser rifle…one bony finger tapping at the side of the trigger guard. With her other hand, she was lighting a cigarette. Once the cigarette was lit, she flipped the lid of the lighter closed, and slipped it into the open top of her jacket and pushed it under her bra. She then pulled her hand back and took the cigarette out of her mouth, letting the smoke curl up from her mouth into her decayed nasal cavity, then exhaling it in a plume of smoke.

“Good evening, tourists”, said Willow. “Did you enjoy the re-enactment of the one-hundred tenth Battle of Capitol Hill…where one group of [censored]s heroically defended the Capitol building from….well, another group of [censored]s? Sadly, we have to wait until some point in the distant future where people can afford history professors again to find out why we should care.”

“It was a blast, Willow”, replied Monroe. “How have you been?”

“Good, Monroe…good”, Willow said. She then looked Lexy up and down appraisingly. “I guess you didn’t come all the way out here for a tumble….who’s your friend? Looks to be just your type.”

“Willow, this is Lexy. She works for a friend of mine”, Monroe said as he gestured at Lexy. He then gestured at Willow. “Lexy, this is Willow….she’s the sentry for Underworld”.

Willow and Lexy exchanged greetings.

“You might want to leave your friend out here with me if you have business to conduct”, said Willow. “There was a bad incident with a crazy [censored] with a flaming staff a couple hours ago….folks are still upset, this is not a good time for a stranger to introduce herself.”

Monroe’s stomach fell. Shelby had little experience with ghouls and was inclined to say what was on her mind without thinking of consequences.

“Was it a young woman with blonde and black cornrows and leather armor that looked painted on?”, he asked, fearing the answer. Willow chuckled.

“Exactly”, Willow said dryly. “I’m sure you’ve peeled that armor off her a time or three, too. I’d keep the fact she’s a friend of yours to yourself when you go inside…she freaked out and damn near killed Sydney, and Snowflake’s stuck in rad-therapy for a week until his arm grows back onto the rest of him. If Charon hadn’t dragged her and the other guy off, Winthrop would have set Cerebus on them. He wants to see you, by the way….the ventilation blowers have about had it. He cannot jury rig them anymore, we need good parts to rebuild them.”

“If he’s got schematics, we can make what he needs”, said Monroe. “Do you know where Charon took them?”

“I know”, Willow said. “but I need a favor from you, first. Poor Tulip needs to make some sales…the [censored]s fighting over the Capitol keep the scavvers away, and we don’t trust those [censored]s of Leggio’s at the Lincoln Memorial enough to let them in. Buy some stuff from her, and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

“Alright, deal”, Monroe said and stuck out his hand, which Willow shook. “How much time do I have?”

“Keep your visit to a hour or so and you’ll be fine”, Willow replied. “He isn’t far away”.

Monroe turned and entered the Museum building through the front doors. Willow sat down at a park bench with a good view out onto the Mall, and patted the bench beside her as a gesture for Lexy to sit next to her. Lexy, trying to hide her nervousness, sat down beside her.

“I can tell by your eyes you’re full of questions, honey”, said Willow knowingly. “It’s just you and me for the time being….ask away, I'm not proud.”

“Um…have you…um…”, Lexy stammered, curious but not sure if she should be asking.

“Done it with Monroe?”, Willow said to finish Lexy’s sentence for her, then took another drag of her cigarette and winked. “Sure have. He isn’t the first…or the last…smoothskin I’ve shared a bed with, either. I think he liked it, too, because he’s been back for more.”

Willow exhaled a plume of smoke, then spoke again.

“You’d be surprised how many humans…especially men…are curious about us”, she continued. “Curiosity, taking a dare, or winning a bet….it’s all the same to me. I like the occasional reminder of what it’s like to be a woman.”

“Isn’t it risky, though?”, Lexy asked. “I mean disease, or your body falling apart?”

“We’re tougher than we look”, Willow said. “It’s safe enough for both partners...if precautions are taken. And there are some tricks we’ve learned over the years to make it safer and more pleasant for everyone involved.” Willow took a drag from her cigarette. “And let’s be honest….being a ghoul svcks. If you don’t take your pleasure when you find it, and keep your mind occupied other ways, you end up sliding into madness, and then you’re just another brainless feral waiting for someone to put you out of your misery.”

Willow then looked over at Lexy.

“You’re working for Calypso at her new bordello in Greyditch, are you not?”, Willow asked. Lexy’s face flushed a little and she nodded. Willow chuckled and patted her knee. “I’m not judging you, honey….did that myself for a year or two in a House in Baltimore just after I changed….nearly ninety years ago now. Raked in the caps servicing fetishists and guys who just wanted to know what bedding a ‘zombie’ was like. It was fun, but after a while it got old, so I moved here and took a job helping protect the place.”

"You're going somewhere with this", Lexy asked. “What do you suggest?”

“Just that a pretty working girl like yourself could do very well if she accepted ghouls for clients”, Willow said. “Besides the extra caps she would be helping them in more ways than one. If you’d like, I can explain how you can make it more comfortable for yourself….and your client.”

Lexy thought about it a moment…the idea initially repulsed her, but it also appealed to her a little, in a perverse sort of way. And the businesswoman in her also understood it was a seller’s market, if she had the stomach for such an exotic clientele.

Well, it’s always good to have a specialty….I don't think I could actually go through with it, but there is no harm in hearing her out.

“I’m not making any guarantees, Willow”, Lexy said after a pause. “But I'm willing to listen to any advice you are willing to give me.”

"Fair enough", replied Willow. Lexy listened raptly as Willow frankly explained in considerable detail the do's and don'ts of human-ghoul relations. Lexy wasn't sure how much of it she would use, but had to admit to herself it was well presented, and actually interesting....if a little gross. She also described, as background information, the considerable effort required for her to remain presentable to a human lover....at least as much as her condition allowed, anyway.

"Four hours a day?", Lexy asked. "Where do you find time to do anything else?"

"When you're a zombie looking for love", Willow said sardonically, "you learn to do what it takes to make yourself more appealing. I'm just lucky I found someone to explain it to me soon enough after I changed to make a difference."

The door to the Museum opened, and Monroe came out, carrying a backpack. He walked up to the bench and sat down on the other side of Willow, placing the bag on the ground in front of him. He then opened it and rummaged around, pulling out a T-47d power helmet and showing it to Willow.

"You know, Willow", he said, "if you had just told me the Vault Kid dumped a bunch of stuff on her before he vanished, you wouldn't have had to extort me. She had a complete T-47d suit in good condition...a perfect birthday gift for the Boss".

"Glad you found something you like", Willow replied. "Now it's my turn. Charon took them to the old Museum Authority Building....it's East of the Washington Monument on the other side of the Mall. Griffon uses the place to take Aqua Pura shipments from the Brotherhood [censored]s, since they won't come here. Charon showed up and chased his workers out about an hour ago...told them not to come back until he said so or he'd kill them. I think he's there waiting to sell your friend to Leggio." Willow sadly shook her head. "He's changed for the worse since that [censored] Moriarty got his contract".

"You say there is no one there but him?", asked Monroe.

"No one that we care about", Willow replied. "I'm not even sure we can trust him anymore, for that matter."

"What are you saying, Willow", Monroe asked, "are you asking me to kill him?"

"No", she said sadly. "If you could find a way to get his contract from Moriarty, that would be better. But do what you have to do, if you have to kill him, I'll understand."

"Alright", Monroe said, "I'll see what I can do". He then bent forward and kissed Willow without hesitation. Monroe noticed Lexy restrain the urge to gag with some amusemant. After they released the kiss, he stood up. "I'd better get going."

"Don't be a stranger, Monroe", Willow said. "Come by and see me sometime".

"I will, once this business is attended to", he said. He then leered at her, "Might want to book some time on Dr. Barrow's X-Ray machine so you can keep up".

They both laughed.

"Be careful, Monroe", Willow said. "He's extremely dangerous."

"I will", Monroe said as he threw the backpack over his shoulder by one strap. "See you later." He then turned to Lexy. "Let's go.", he said and began to walk. Lexy unslung her rifle, and followed him into the street as they walked towards the fortifications around the still imposing bulk of the Washington Monument.

[ijohnnny]

OOC: Patience isn't my strong suit, and Cobra hasn't gotten back to me, so I'm just gonna wing it here.

Justin Mieux- From Bob's home to the Tropical Room.

Justin held locked on to Calypso's arm as the two strolled, he listened in and out to what she'd say, his mind in its own universe between business and personal thoughts. He pushed open the door of the Tropical Room, the floor now mostly empty aside from a few stragglers, the room silent save for the soft whirring of air conditioning. He led her up the stairway to his floor, but before he said good night at his door, he asked her the question he'd pondered proposing the past few hours. He pushed her to a wall with a sense of passionate force, gave her a quick but gentle kiss, "So, Calypso, how would you feel if I proposed we.....change up the management of Grayditch, Permanently?" He unlocked the door to his apartment and said in an inviting tone, you're free to stay with me to tonight, or go home, whichever comes first. Either way, sleep on what I proposed, when you've decided what you want, we'll go from there." He went in to his apartment, leaving the door open for Calypso to choose whether she wished to stay or go home. Meanwhile, he stripped down into an old navy blue faded silk pajamas. Glad to have his feet bare, he wriggled his toes on the old carpet. He prepared a glass of scotch and stepped back out into the main room of the apartment to see what Calypso's choice was.

[Javier Borjas]

Calypso - The Tropical Room

The brisk night air had heightened Calypso's buzz, she rambled on about otherwise, insignificant pvssyr. Once inside the Tropical Room, she slipped off her stilettos, flicking them to the base of the stairs with her toes. The silence of the room was dizzying as Mieux led her back up the stairs. The blood had been cleaned up, and heads disposed of.

Calypso turned to Mieux, he pushed her against the wall and gave her a quick but gentle kiss, "So, Calypso, how would you feel if I proposed we.....change up the management of Grayditch, Permanently?"

She went to grab his hands when he turned, she grinned and raised her brow. Mieux unlocked the door to his apartment and said in an inviting tone, "you're free to stay with me to tonight, or go home, whichever comes first. Either way, sleep on what I proposed, when you've decided what you want, we'll go from there."

Mieux went inside, leaving the door wide open behind him, he disappeared for a moment before returning donning some silk pajamas. Calypso opened her mouth, provocatively licking her lips and eyeing the glass of Scotch.

"Such an interesting proposal Love," she stepped inside, shutting the door behind her and turning the lock. "I find you rather enticing, and the offer to share a bed is far too tempting to dismiss. I shall tend to my business in the morning."

She swayed her hips while approaching Mieux, she reached back unzipping her dress and stepped out of it. She took his free hand, turning her back to him; pushing against his body and placing his hand on her chest, "I must say Love, I find myself in the mood for something other than business at this time. Do you believe you can tuck me in Darling," she draqed her other hand up behind Mieux's head pulling it down to kiss him.

"I have been a bad girl, maybe you should teach me a lesson," she giggled, "It tis not often I allow someone to control me, I would take this opportunity as it may not happen again."

MORNING

Calypso felt something on her waist, she wearily opened her eyes. She put a hand on her forehead and groaned. Her head was pounding, she still felt dizzy. She swallowed, smacking her lips and trying to focus. A salty taste filled her throat, her stomach turned somersaults as she involuntarily burped. With a shaky hand, Calypso peeled the bedding off of her.

Scratching the back of her head she took note of some red marks on her body. She grinned, only remembering bits and pieces of the earlier activities. Her back popped when she stood, everything started to spin and she clapped her hands over her mouth. Calypso looked for a bathroom with wide eyes, but only saw a trash can. She jumped up, stumbling to seize the trash can; spewing the contents from her stomach. She fell back onto her bare rear, knees to her chest she looked up completely embarrassed.

Standing on wobbly legs she held up a finger, "I...um....Love, I sha..." She hiccuped, "return to discuss what you proposed la...in a bit."

Calypso scooped up her green dress, not bothering to put it on, but just covering herself. When she opened the door her eyes slammed shut, "Blasted sun," she slowly made her way out past the velvet ropes. She had no idea what the time was, her skin felt slimy as the alcohol left through her pores.

I must tend to Harold, she turned towards the metro. The relatively short distance seemed like it was half-way across the world. As she passed the house that Monroe's crew occupied, she went in, "Someone do fetch me some water."

Vikia grinned, "A tad too much to drink, or not enough?" She laughed, Calypso gave a smartassed smile and nod. "You know Boss, they say, and it does work, to start with a drink to help a hangover."

Calypso waved her hand dismissively, "Just fetch me something to rid my mouth of this awful taste."

Vikia walked to the fridge, her hand found a bottle of water, but jumped to the bottle of beer instead. Smirking the whole time, Vikia handed Calypso the beer, "Her ya go Boss, this oughta do the trick."

Calypso snatched the brown bottle away from Vikia, "I do hope so," she held the bottle for Vikia to twist off the cap. The cool amber fluid was bittersweet, but far better than the taste of vomit. She downed the bottle in a few gulps, some of the other crew snickered, earning them a stern, drunken look. "Another and I shall vacate the premises."

Vikia nodded all to happily fetching another bottle, opening it up and giving to the still buzzed cannibal. Calypso tipped the bottle, "Thank you dear." She left, after the door shut she heard Monroe's crew laughing. Do suppose I deserve that, but just this once.

Perhaps I should seek out Edward to see if he has the means of rendering my love unconcsious for his departure. Calypso returned to the Rose, the black marble flooring was cool and soothing on her feet.

"Edw," she was cut off by a most impromptu belch, "WARD!" Her voice squeaked, "HA, that does indeed help." Calypso fought a losing battle with the hiccups. She shuffled up to her room, dropping the dress on her bed and pulling on her hooded cloak. She looked in the mirror, her hair was bed ridden. "Rode hard and put away wet," she roared with laughter.

She returned to the lobby, hollaring for Edward all the way down the stairs. Jade came out of her room and looked over the balcony, "Holy [censored], the Boss is STILL [censored] up." Aponi yawned as she came to see what the fuss was all about. Before long, all of the girls were awaken and chatting.

"EDWAAAAARRDDD!!!!" bellowed Calypso, taking a swig to calm her itchy throat.

[Gill Mackin]

Aaron Blades-The Tropical Room-Night

Aaron rolled over and took his hand off of his wound. His hand was covered with blood and more blood was coming out of the wound. [censored], this is how it ends isn't it? I survive the horrors of the wastes only to killed by a random kid on the street. [censored], I'm going to die. I'm going to die. Aaron thought as he laid back and stared into space. I wonder what heaven is like? Maybe I'll find out, maybe I won't. Devil or God, I'm coming to see you [censored]s, you better have something to drink. ?Aaron smiled at his own thoughts and heard someone walk in. Ah, Maria, how nice it will be too see you, I hope. Mom, Dad, I'm coming to see you to I hope. Well, maybe you Dad, your definitely in hell. Aaron felt pain, but too lost in his thoughts felt nothing but happiness. Someone kneeled down next to him and said something. Aaron didn't hear it. His mind, zoned out, his body, destroyed and dieing.

Aaron wished he could see the stars for the last time, but realizing he never would. He simply reached over the man and said to him, "Tell the kid who shot me, thanks." Aaron let go of the man and laid his head down. He saw nothing for a moment, then he saw the one thing he had hoped to see, the light. He found himself standing strong and ready to go. "Goodbye, [censored] wasteland." Aaron walked towards the light, leaving behind his mortal body. Aaron bleed out from the wound and died of course. But without pain. The man, was named Edward. He closed Aaron's eyes and picked him up. Edward walked out of the Tropical Room and headed towards the playground. Edward sat him down in front of swing and pulled Aaron's 44. magnum out of his hand. He laid it on top of Aaron's chest.

Andrew Villa-Tap's Tent- Morning

"Ag..." Andrew said as he woke up. He looked at his right kneecap, it was sat up on the table and bandaged up. "[censored] me." Wait, is he dead? Is that [censored] [censored] dead? Oh [censored], I'm gonna die if I stay here. But I can't walk, and besides, they wouldn't have helped me if they wanted to kill me. Although that [censored] that knocked me out with the gun [censored] up my jaw. Hurts like hell. Andrew thought as he looked around the tent. He saw a bartender. "Hey, can you get me a drink?" Andrew asked, "I was just shot and I'm completely broke, come on help out the cripple." Andrew looked at the bartender who was a bald-headed woman.

"Tell you what, since there was a party last night, I'll just charge this one to the party host from last night." The woman said and pulled him out a beer out of the fridge. She handed it to him and Andrew accepted it.

"Thanks for the beer, say what's your name?" Andrew asked as he opened the beer.

"Tap is the name and your in Tap's Tent. My diner was destroyed by those Enclave [censored]s." Tap said.

"Now, that, has got to [censored] svck." Andrew said and took a deep swig of the beer, "Here's the hoping someone brings me a crutch, or something."

[Naazhe Perezz]

Justin Mieux- Tropical Room, his bedroom

Mieux tapped his fingers on his glass, contemplating what to do, and sighed. "As much as I'd love to play around heavily sweetheart, I'm not even sure how I'm still standing." He threw back the scotch and put the glass down on the night stand beside him. "Hate disappoint, but if you want, we could still actually sleep together." He chuckled a bit as Calypso nonchalantly dropped her dress on the floor, shut the door, and came into bed with him. He almost fell asleep, but Calypso started kissing and touching with him. He returned the favor, stroking he skin slowly and lightly, enticing the senses. Unfortunately his eyes, feeling like lead weights, fell as he drifted into deep sleep uncontrollably., his comfort added more by the feel of the warm silky skin he had his arm was wrapped around.

Morning-

Justin woke up, his arm noticably absent of Calypso, and her dress. His laughed and thought in his head, 'Hah, must have gone back to her place. He swung his feet off the bed and wriggled his toes on the old worn carpets. He opened the creaky window and let in the late morning air, his room holding a nice view of the Potomac side of the river. Leaving it open, as a light breeze fluttered in. He looked out to find out where mooing was coming from. He then spotted below a Brotherhood Caravan delivering water somewhere. Minding his own business, he ducked his head back in, and looked in his wardrobe. Ultimately, he decided on a brown three piece suit, white dress shirt, and a red tie. He changed clothes, pocketed his keys, lighter, and cigarettes, parted his hair on the left in a Pre-war style, and made his way out of the apartment and locked the door.

"Mister Handy" Mieux simply called out. "I have a name sir." Mieux retorted with a smarmy attitude. "Yes, and if you want to whine about it, I can reprogram your name to be 'Wrinklebottom the Gnome' if you'd like." He chuckled at pat the Handy on its dome, "But seriously friend, watch the place while I go out for a stroll eh pal? I'm thinking of going strolling Grayditch, taking in the sights and what have you. Good bye!" He called out, making his way out the doors.

Justin Mieux- Grayditch

Mieux pulled out a different pair of glasses than his 'celebrity' shades. These were typical brown/tan lensed, matching his suit. He put them on and lit a cigarette with the lighter as he flicked the flintbox. He strolled casually past the park, imagining all the happy boys and girls, playing as moms and dads watched them, talking to other parents before the War. He then strolled past the old metro station, pondered going in, but his heart leapt nervously, worried there may be feral ghouls or other critters inside. Trying to play off his jittery nerves, he justified it as he thought aloud. "Besides, It's a nice day out, I may as well stay out here." He casually made his way through town, as he neared the edge of town, he noticed a Nuka Cola machine. He looked around and then inched near it. He pushed the button hoping it'd work. He rattled it and hear bottles clink. "Jackpot." He looked around again and made sure no one was around, not really sure why it mattered, and pulled out his M1911 from holster in anger and let his temper show. "I.WANT.MY.FREAKING.SODA!!!!!" And fired three rounds at the lock. The he quickly reloaded the pistol and holstered, and grinned as the door opened, revealing roughly 9-10 bottles left. He threw his cigarette down and sat down with three Nuka Cola's, delighted he could have his soda.

OOC: If anyone wants to either end up strolling by, or running to see what the shots and shouts were about, then you're more than welcome to. )

[Joey Avelar]

Edward Conagher- Morning

Awaking roughly around 7 or 8am Edward awoke in the merc housing and went downstairs, sitting down Edward talking and relaxing with the mercs. Minus Watson Edward preferred the company of Monroe’s mercs to calypso… for one they didn’t try to eat you…

“So Doc where did you get that plasma pistol” Philip asked “yeah I haven’t ever seen one like it” Terrance added on.

“Huh this” Edward held up his pistol for the mercs to look at “I think eulogy gave it to me as a gift…Not too sure..”

“[censored] Eulogy would never give anyone a gift” trouble-man said.

“see this” Edward pointed at his scar about his right eye “when Jimmy’s boys took over Paradise they stormed the clinic, one of them, Al I think whacked me in the face with a hammer and ever since then I’ve been having trouble remembering my past, it’s call amnesia”

“Woah that must of hurt” Vikki said

“Wait so you can’t renumber anything from your past?” Terrance asked.

“No no I can remember quite a few things like my medical training with church and then I get flashes of other things like Eulogy handing me this pistol and then when that Vault kid brought Clover and those kids. The rest however is just a blur…”

“So do you think you’re ever getting your memory back?” Philip asked

“Hard to say really, it might come back on its own or when someone mentions something familiar, getting whacked in the head again might get it back.” Edward chuckled

After Edward said that, Terrance got up and went to slap Edward in the face only for him to move and cause Terrance to trip and fall over whilst the rest of mercs busted out in laughter.

“That’s not going to do it Terrance” Edward said looking down at him.

“worth a shot” he giggled

“Just don’t do it again” Edward said as he stood up “I’m going to diner anyone want anything?”

“Beer!” Philip shouted

“We have that in fridge stupid” Vikki replied

Chuckling Edward left the house and made his way over to tent as he did he first noticed that Mr Mieux was strolling by metro
station and then later on as walked past James house he saw James standing outside, wearing the bottom half of his combat armour and white t-shirt. He was standing against the wall smoking a cigarette.

“Morning doc” James said “Thanks again for treating me”

“Good to see you James and no problem, it’s my job.” Edward said as he pasted and walked into the tent, Tap was talking to the Kid who had been injured last night.

"Now, that, has got to [censored] svck." kid said and took a deep swig of the beer, "Here's the hoping someone brings me a crutch, or something."

Making his way to bar Edward asked “Hello tap can I have some sugar bombs and a black coffee please” before placing 30 caps on the counter

“Sure coming right up” Tap replied, taking the cap she then began making the coffee and after a minute or two placed the coffee and sugar bombs on the table.

Picking them up Edward turned to face the kid “though you would like to know the guy you were fighting died from his wounds told be me to say “thanks”, I guess he wanted to die…” Edward stated

May he find peace in heaven…

“As for you wound, I managed to save the leg but you aren't gonna be walking without support for some time.” Edward stated “Grayditch sec…. well... James and Bob will probably want to question you about your fight with him and then the attack on the diner.”

“So I recommend you stay here until they show up.” Edward said before leaving, eating his sugarbombs he made his way back to merc house, taking the other route he could see Mieux shouting at coke cola machine.

Why doesn’t he just open it….

As he made his way past the rose, Edward could hear someone calling his name within and made his way inside as he did, “"EDWAAAAARRDDD!!!!" calypso bellowed, taking a swig to calm her itchy throat. she wasn't fully dressed and seemed to be drunk as she was last night.

I’m guessing she didn’t have a good night?

“Yes Miss Calypso? Do you require medical services?” Edward asked as he took a slip of his black coffee…

[Krystal Wilson]

Calypso - The Elusive Rose - Morning

Calypso looked up at the girls and her mercs, she took another drink and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand that held the beer bottle, "SOOO, has anybody seen Edward?" She waved her arm around mockingly, "Anybody? Anybody at all?"

Calypso did not hear the door open behind her, “Yes Miss Calypso? Do you require medical services?” asked a male.

Calypso whipped around to see Edward standing there casually sipping on a cup of coffee. She scrunched her face and looked up to her girls then back to Edward. "Edward, I am in need of some narcotics. Something that would knock out a mad brahmin, can you be of assistance?"

The front of her cloak was opened, revealing nothing but bare skin underneath, she pulled on it to cover up and walked to the counter. "I must transport Harold, and he will be much easier to handle while unconscious."

(OOC: super short, not alot to work with lol)

[adam holden]

Edward Conagher- speaking with calypso

Calypso scrunched her face and looked up to her girls then back to Edward. "Edward, I am in need of some narcotics. Something that would knock out a mad Brahmin, can you be of assistance?"

A mad Brahmin?

“Well I do have some Diphenhydramine… sleeping pills but for something of that size, I need to know what it is…” Edward said thinking to himself

Hmm laser pistols….. if we set them to a low power mode... No that would burn the target which could lead to death.

It seemed that calypso finally noticed that the front of her cloak was opened, revealing nothing but bare skin underneath, she pulled on it to cover up and walked to the counter. "I must transport Harold, and he will be much easier to handle while unconscious."

Harold? The one-armed manic the mercs were talking about…. And calypso” husband”…..

“If it’s a person then yes these should” Edward said as he reached into his medical bag and pulled out a small container filled with white & pink tablets and placed them on the counter next to calypso.

“These should work, although I never saw Harold but if he's as big as you state he is then two tablets should do the trick. However I should warn you these are Powerful pills, any more and Harold could Overdose. “Edward stated

although perhaps that wouldn't be a bad thing....

OOC: shorty but allows calypso to go and torture Harold cobra, you can CC eddy going with calypso and giving Harold the tablets if you like. ( he will clevery diguise them as buffout pills after seeing Harold and notcing he is addicted to them)

[james kite]

Alexander winter, Grayditch, Morning

Alexander climbed out of bed he had gotten back in after a while of walking he sighed looking down at his blue silk pyjamas before opening the wardrobe to change into pre-war suit and then limped down the stairs to his kitchen he ran his hand over the mahogany furniture that was prominent throughout the house he noticed a locked door undoubtedly leading to the basemant.

He unlocked the door with a bobby pin before it snapped after he took it out he opened the door cautiously the door must have been locked for a reason Alexander walked down is berretta in one hand cane supporting his weak leg as he trod slowly down the stairs he came to the bottom he heard a squeaking and turned to shoot a mole rat in the head before turning on a lamp.

inside was the dead mole rat the rest of the basemant was vacant It appeared that the past owners had been afraid of the mole rat he hung his weapon by his side and walked over to the fusion generator common in many homes and particularly prevalent in the metro tunnels he tweaked with it before it started to hum he looked it over then tapped a final piece the house lit up as the old generator started up like their had been no nuclear war.

Alexander smiled before dragging the mole rat upstairs and to a nearby dumpster where he dumped the body then walked back to his house before deciding to look over the layout of the town he swung his old regulator duster on and put on a pre-war hat Trilby’s they had been called before leaving his house he never knew he could bump into some of the locals he whistled before setting of on a clockwise circuit.

[*Chloe*]

-Biddy
-Bob's House

"Zoe?"

Biddy hesitated at the call, smile paused, as Brandy looked her right in the eye with a tired, confused gaze. Zoe?

"You came to see...how did you?...I was, err am scared. But, how did you know?" The pretty girl struggled to smile, "It's so nice to see you, Bob, Sue, this is my friend Zoe."

'Lovely!'

"Nice to meet you all, now," she simpered. There was something to the way she said it, as if she thought she was being clever. "Good to know one of you has common courtesy toward guests. I'll forgive ya this once, though, since you clearly didn't understand who I was." She patted the two on the back of the shoulder, though the hands had to search for those shoulders for a moment. As she beamed to the two, she noticed neither seemed particularly happy with her. The woman, Sue, was staring her down like she was going to do that thing with her fingers when Biddy was turned around and small enough to give the illusion of crushing between the index and the thumb. Or stab her brutally. Probably both.

Everything began to flow again, Biddy felt a hand wave the issue off in a nonchalant manner - arm drooping and wobbling, just a bit, as it struggled to hold up - "I knew because you were screaming, silly. I mean -" she winked dramatically and gave a big, proud grin, "not all screams are bad..."

"So, didya miss lil' ol' Zoe?" She leaned forward on the bed, skirted rear in the air and all. The pouty lips slowly rolled into with another cute, sly smirk to Bob, then Sue. Her sight lingered on Sue for a moment while she began, "Sure is nice to see those pretty eyes of yours."

[Cathrin Hummel]

Calypso - The Elusive Rose - Morning

“If it’s a person then yes these should” Edward said, reaching into his medical bag and placing a bottle of pink and white tablets on the counter.

Calypso picked the bottle up and rattled the tablets around inside while looking at the tablets. "This dia...medicine will work?"

“These should work, although I never saw Harold but if he's as big as you state he is then two tablets should do the trick. However I should warn you these are Powerful pills, any more and Harold could Overdose. “Edward stated.

Calypso laughed heartily, "Oh I doubt that, Harold eats Buffout like a child eats gumdrops." She dumped three tablets onto the counter; crushing them to a fine powder with the pommel of her dagger. "Do you have any Med-X?"

Edward hesitantly plucked a half empty syringe of Med-X from his bag, handing it to Calypso. "See love," she hiccuped, "Harold will not be in the mood to take these by mouth, so I must improvise."

"You will..." Calypso unsteadily placed her finger over Edward's mouth.

"Shoosh, for Harold has committed a crime. A crime that should bring execution, if he does indeed go to visit the Jaded Emperor, so be it." Calypso removed the plunger from the syringe, sweeping the crushed tablets off the counter and into the syringe's body. Placing the plunger back in, she primed it, a small amount of liquid spurted from the tip of the needle, "There, there, Harold's meds are ready to be administered."

Edward kind of shook his head, "I am not responsible for anything that happens once you inject Harold."

Calypso rubbed the side of Edward's face, "No worries Love," she lightly smacked his cheek. "I assume, since Harold is not destroying the place, you must have restrained him properly?"

"We tied his gorilla ass to a I-beam in the metro Boss, he ain't goin' anywhere," Hart spoke, "He's chained to it and gagged."

"Good, excellent. I shall return shortly, I must inform him of the consequences of his actions lastnight. They were...unacceptable at best, I should have beheaded him right there," Calypso twirled her dagger between her fingers. She left through the front door, her girls and mercs shared in some laughter. Never had they seen Calypso like this, at least to this extent, and wondered what was going on.

Marigold Station

When Calypso was about to shut the gate to the metro, gunshots echoed throughout town, again. Another glorious morning in Grayditch, may the Jaded Emperor feast on the souls of the weak and foolish, she thought with a grin and latched the gate shut.

Calypso tucked the syringe in the pocket of her cloak, she began to hum, "Da da dee, da da dummmm," as she twirled and swayed down the entrance, her stilettos clicking with each step. The beer bottle was her partner, and she let the cloak wisp around her as she danced to the platform. She continued to dance when she saw Harold, his eyes ablaze with hatred, "OH MY," she stopped, putting a hand on her chest, "Why Harold darling, fancy to see you here, surely I did not expect you." Her eyes focused in on him, she she gave a snarly grin showing her teeth.

Harold writhed against the restraints, she could tell by his eyes that he wanted to tear her apart. Calypso swayed around him until she stood right in front of him, just a couple of feet away.

"Why is it Darling, you choose to disobey?" She asked, "For we had an agreement, and YOU were nowhere to be found for what, a day? Two?"

Harold's muscles flexed, veins bulging as he tried relentlessly to get at Calypso. She just laughed, "I am afraid you do not realize just how foolish your actions were lastnight." Her cloak floated open, his eyes glanced down, Calypso to looked down at her exposed flesh. She shimmied and dropped the cloak from her shoulders.

"I know you like what you see Darling," Calypso turned slowly, then stepped closer, whispering in Harold's ear, "How should I say this...I [censored] Mr. Mieux lastnight...twice."

Harold's heartbeat could be seen in his veins, the look in his eyes told Calypso he wanted to snap every bone in her body. She pulled her hand up from her waist, brushing it under his flaring nostrils, "See Darling, it was very...sensual."

Harold reared his head back from her hand and slammed his forehead into her nose causing it to gush blood immediately and knock her back. Calypso tilted her head back laughing, "What? Would you like to reclaim your 'property' hmmm?"

She took hold of her dagger as she stood, "My turn now my dear, dear Harold." Like a hot knife cutting through butter, she cut the front of his shirt and peeled it back. Harold shook side to side, but to no avail as the restraints did their job. Calypso held the dagger up between their faces, admiring the blade.

"No...no, this simply will not do," she glanced down at her spilled bottle of beer. A swift stomp of her stiletto smashed the bottle, she bent down and grabbed the jagged bottle neck. She looked it over, "Yes, yes, this shall do quite nicely Darling."

The entire time Harold's muffled voice was slandering Calypso, she gave it no regard whatsoever. "Do hold still Love, for I would hate to make an error and have to start all over again."

Like a child concentrating on their homework, she carved into Harold's massive chest, "Tis a delight that I have so much room to make my mark. Perhaps I should go deeper no?" She pressed the jagged edge of brown glass roughly an half inch into his scarred skin. After several minutes of lollygagging, she stepped back to have a look. Harold's chest rained with crimson, but the wounds were still clear, CALYPSO.

"There, now you will have more than just fond memories of me my Darling." Calypso tossed the broken bottle neck aside and reached into her cloak for the syringe. She held it up, squeezing a spritz of fluid and raising her eyebrows, "I believe someone has been a naughty, naughty boy and needs a nap."

Calypso took her finger and wiped blood from her nose. Harold flinched slightly as she jammed her finger into his cut chest. "How is that for a contract Love? Bound in blood, you are forever mine until I wish to arrange for you to meet the Jaded Emperor. Now, why don't you relax," she squeezed the plunger of the syringe, injecting the mixture into his neck, "For you need plenty of rest if you are to serve Lord Ashur in The Pitt."

"That's it, relax, " she repeated until Harold was out cold. She turned, gathered her cloak and dagger and returned to the Rose to rest herself.

[Schel[Anne]FTL]

Mr Burke

Near Jury Street Station – 2:10am

"Come with me to the steeple, my boy", Burke said to Griffin. "You can give me your report while we watch the show. Even as we speak, the Brotherhood is moving in for the kill, and I don't want to miss any of it."

Together, they climbed up into the ruined steeple. Burke sat with his back against the side of the steeple.

“Did you get the files?”, asked Burke. Griffin nodded in the affirmative, and handed him the small metal box and notebook he had taken from Reynolds’s tent. “Excellent”, said Burke as he rummaged through the box with the aid of a red tinted penlight. After a moment, he found the holotape he was looking for and plugged it into a Hand-Comp. Data scrolled down the screen, and Burke chuckled as he read it. “Outstanding work, Griffin…this will come in quite handy.”

Burke then closed the box and put it and the notebook in his satchel, then stood up and put on his NV goggles. Griffin did the same. The first thing Griffin noticed was a cluster of blinking lights moving away from the Talon Company camp. He moved the goggles away from his eyes, and the lights vanished. He put them back on, and they re-appeared.

“IR beacons”, said Burke with a chuckle. “It’s part of the Lyon’s Pride plan to extract the poor fools the Talon Company kidnapped to use as cannon fodder against the Brotherhood. One thing I’ll say for them, they practice what they preach. Whereas you or I would have left the Wastelanders to their fate, rather than waste resources better spent elsewhere, they stage a very risky rescue operation just because they think it’s the right thing to do.”

Burke turned back to the lights of the Talon Company camp. “Tell me what you saw in the camp”, Burke said.

Griffin outlined his actions, how he killed a Talon Company NCO and used his uniform to gain admittance, reconnoitered the camp, planted a bug in the Operations tent, then assassinated Captain Reynolds and seized his electronic copy of Talon Company’s records.

“They really should have taken their internal security more seriously”, Burke said disdainfully. “The late Captain owed nearly 12,000 caps in gambling debts, yet they give him a critical administrative post as Talon Company’s Chief of Staff. The height of stupidity.”

After a pause, Burke continued.

“The herd of Wastelanders is well away”, Burke continued. “It will begin any time now.”

A short time later, Griffin heard a loud sound, sort of like a cross between thunder and a sheet being ripped, move across the sky before them. A moment later, a series of large explosions ripped through the center of the camp simultaneously, flinging debris and body parts high into the air. Burke laughed out loud as explosion after explosion marched from one side of the camp to the other, systematically pulverizing the defenses and any Talon Company operatives caught out in the open.

“You are privileged to witness this, Mr Griffin”, Burke said, raising his voice to be heard over the shelling. “The last time a artillery barrage was used in the Capital Wasteland was during the last days of the Emergency Government about a year after the war”.

The men watched as the barrage shifted targets. While some shells fell on the camp, a series of shells detonated along the road between Jury Street Station and Fort Bannister. Unlike the earlier shells, which exploded with great force, these detonated in a spray of liquid, which ignited a moment later with a loud whoosh, followed by multiple smaller explosions.

“They call them Thermobaric shells”, Burke said. “they generate a pressure wave which detonates mines….they are clearing the minefields to set up the killing blow.”

No sooner did the Thermobaric shells do their work, than more shells landed in the same spot. These just exploded with a “POP”, and quickly the area was completely obscured by smoke.

“Smokescreen”, said Burke, “so the assault troops won’t be spotted until it is too late”.

One more round of shells fell into the camp, then the shelling stopped. Griffin could see fires burning throughout the camp, and figures staggering around, trying to re-organize. Griffin kept an eye on the smoke screen, sure enough a whole host of blinking lights emerged from the smoke, at what appeared to be a dead run. The few Talon Company mercs still manning the defenses on the West side of the camp were overrun before they could react, and the Brotherhood was inside the camp. In isolated pockets, the mercs rallied and tried to make a stand, but they were no match for the power armored Knights and Paladins. Within minutes, the blinking lights had spread throughout the camp, and Talon Company ceased to exist as a fighting force.

“Brutal…”, said Burke, “..but effective. Talon Company will never recover from this. Now you’ll see why they gave out the IR beacons.”

Griffin noticed that figures were fleeing the camp. Anyone leaving the camp without the blinking light of a beacon was quickly shot by snipers. Burke pulled two small boxes with lanyards on them out of a pocket. He flipped a switch on both, put one around his neck, then gave the other to Griffin, who put it on.

“I have a mission for you”, Burke said. “You’ve heard of Grayditch?” Griffin nodded yes. “I want you to go there, and take up residence. Once you’re settled in, keep your eyes open. I want to know what they are up to. The settlement was supposed to be a cover in a joint venture between Moriarty and Jimmy Leggio….but a lot of odd things have been happening. Among other things, Leggio has taken leave of his senses, it seems, and defrauded Mr Tenpenny out of a considerable sum of caps…. which he has a week to pay back if he wishes to avoid war.”. Burke pulled a bag of caps out of his satchel and gave it to Griffin. “You’ll find five hundred caps…this will get you started. File your reports by mailing Leo Stahl in Megaton…they will reach me. To be safe, use a merchant in the Water convoys, independent merchants are subject to attack near Grayditch. If it’s really important use your radio.

For a starting place, I’d recommend Calypso. She’s the proprietress of the Elusive Rose, the town’s brothel. She’s quite charming, but don’t let her looks fool you….she is a dangerous psychopath who kills on a whim or for pleasure. If she detects you I doubt I’ll be able to extract you in time, so be extremely cautious around her.”

Burke then began to climb down.

“We should go”, said Burke casually. “the good part is over and if we stay too much longer the Brotherhood will investigate. Go to Grayditch, keep your eyes open, and wait for further orders.”

[phil walsh]

Sam “One-eye” Griffin- Near Jury Street Station – 2:10am

“Brutal…”, said Burke, “..But effective. Talon Company will never recover from this. Now you’ll see why they gave out the IR beacons.”

“Indeed there centrally isn’t going to any friendly fire on the BOS side” Sam replied And I won’t miss the Talon Company either

Sam noticed that figures were fleeing the camp. Anyone leaving the camp without the blinking light of a beacon was quickly shot by snipers. Burke pulled two small boxes with lanyards on them out of a pocket. He flipped a switch on both, put one around his neck, and then gave the other Sam, who put it on.

Saves me using a sleathboy I guess…

“I have a mission for you”, Burke said. “You’ve heard of Grayditch?” Sam nodded yes. “I want you to go there, and take up residence. Once you’re settled in, keep your eyes open. I want to know what they are up to. The settlement was supposed to be a cover in a joint venture between Moriarty and Jimmy Leggio….but a lot of odd things have been happening. Among other things, Leggio has taken leave of his senses, it seems, and defrauded Mr Tennpenny out of a considerable sum of caps…. which he has a week to pay back if he wishes to avoid war.”.

“Will do” Sam said “I must say It be far foolish of Leggio to start war with Tennpenny especially when the BOS are likely to attack in revenge of Wolfgang.” Sam added on.

Burke pulled a bag of caps out of his satchel and gave it to Griffin. “You’ll find five hundred caps…this will get you started. File your reports by mailing Leo Stahl in Megaton…they will reach me. To be safe, use a merchant in the Water convoys, independent merchants are subject to attack near Grayditch. If it’s really important use your radio.

“Leo stahl huh, very well I’ll mail them to him” Sam said “I shall also see if I can find out what’s causing these attacks and report it in. speaking of which got any ideas of where I should start in grayditch?”

“For a starting place, I’d recommend Calypso. She’s the proprietress of the Elusive Rose, the town’s brothel. She’s quite charming, but don’t let her looks fool you….she is a dangerous psychopath who kills on a whim or for pleasure. If she detects you I doubt I’ll be able to extract you in time, so be extremely cautious around her.”

“I am aware of her and do no worry Mr burke I’ve face worst” Sam stated "but I will plan for the worst..."

I shall plan a route of escape before interacting with her, perhaps into the metro tunnels…. Yes I could escape into DC and be away before she could gather forces to hunt me down.

Burke then began to climb down.

“We should go”, said Burke casually. “the good part is over and if we stay too much longer the Brotherhood will investigate. Go to Grayditch, keep your eyes open, and wait for further orders.”

“Yes, let me just grab my rifle and I’ll go” Sam said as he walked over to rifle when we he noticed a Talon company merc coming towards the church…. Picking up his sniper rifle Sam took aim…
-
Grayditch metro Tunnel – roughly 8am

After leaving Jury Street Sam made his way into DC first heading to Arlington Cemetery, then Fall church with mirror dilations before finally reaching the entrance to Marigold station…

According to the maps this leads directly to Grayditch if it does this would make an excellent escape the route with mutants and ghouls providing a distraction for any following forces…

Packing up his sniper rifle Sam put the night vision goggles back on, drew his silenced M1911 and attracted a sleathboy to left wrist for emergency use….

Here we go…

Entering the tunnel, Sam was greeted by the dead body of a super mutant along with a head corpse of a male human wearing a suit. Seems that someone else tried coming this way before… and failed…

Hoping over the bodies Sam made his way into the tunnels, wrecked trains and ant corpses scattered the metro track as James slowly made his way towards the station, reaching the top Sam was almost shocked to see Morality’s lapdog … he was tired and gaged to a Beam

Hehehe now what’s he doing tired up... I could leave him tied up but he could useful Tool for tennpenny especially if he’s fallen out of favour with Colin…

Just as Sam was about to approach the tied up giant, he heard movement and retreated to the shadows just as drunk lady came down and began to taunt Harold..

Well I guess I won’t be speaking to him today…

Slowly but carefully Sam made his way around, the drunk lady was too busy focused on Harold that she did not see as has he walked by and towards the metro exit…

Metro tunnels are no-longer used by the slavers I should mention that in my report…
Leaving the tunnel Sam walked over to the nearby park, where he hides underneath part of a broken bridge.

Now to get into character…

Opening up his duffel bag, Sam took off his sleathboy, bulletproof vest, Tie, leather belt and gun silenced before placing them inside the duffle bag. Sam then took out a tool belt filled with various tools out of bag and put it on before doing up the duffle bag and putting it on.

Tucking his M1911 inside his pants Sam put on his dark aviator glasses and began to walk around town…

Now let’s see who lives here…

Ooc: if anyone wants to they can bump into Sam as he walks around

[Leonie Connor]

Alexander Winter, Grayditch, Morning

Alexander heard three gunshots pulling out his berretta he limped quickly along towards the source of the gunshots his old regulator duster fluttering as he ran, cane striking the ground, he ran into a man emerging from the metro “sorry my dear chap” Alexander said before carrying on to see a man in a suit sat down smoking cigarettes and drinking Nuka-cola he holstered his gun and caught his breath “mind if I have a drink” Alexander asked in his British accent before waiting for a response.

[CYCO JO-NATE]

Justin Mieux- Sitting near the Metro Station

Mieux looked up from his drink, the mid-day sun warm on his brown suit. He took another swig of his Nuka Cola as a man limped into the street nearby. He hobbled close, asking for a drink of his soda. Mieux stopped for a moment, thinking, trying to recall the familiar accent, his education by various groups through out his youth taught him it was 'English'. Mieux looked at the half empty bottle, shrugged, and said "Sure, why not. They're not warm exactly, but the machine kept these slightly cool.' He handed the half empty bottle to the stranger, then popped open the third bottle and started to drink from it as though he hadn't been interrupted. His eyes lingered back towards the way of the Metro Station. He didn't know why, but the place almost drew him to it, as if some invisible force was tugging his tie. Despite the yearning desires inside, he resisted, and instead stayed seated on the concrete slab of sidewalk beneath him.

[REVLUTIN]

Bob Dobbs

His House – 3am

"Yes," whined Brandy as she buried her face against Sue’s stomach, her tears dampening her nightie. "It evens hurts to breathe."

“The Med-X must have worn off”, said Bob. “We’ll give you some more, but we have to be careful…it’s easy to get addicted to it.”

"Do I belong here?" Brandy's voice was muffled as her face remained buried, her chest heaved, "owww," she moaned at the sharp pain.

“Of course you do”, Bob exclaimed. “Why would you think otherwise?”

"Do you and everyone else want me here? I always cause trouble," Brandy continued, "Maybe Toby was right, I don't belong here."

“Of course we want you here”, replied Bob. “Toby is speaking for no-one but himself. He’s a miserable little bastard who cannot stand to see anyone else happy.”

Brandy went to roll to her side, but grimaced and groaned, choosing to stay on her back. "I can't move without it feeling like I was...shot."

“Sweet Pea”, Bob explained sadly, “you were shot. Toby shot you twice over at the Diner….he attacked you because you stood up to his bullying.”

Brandy started to shake, "I...mm....cold and dizzy." She looked up at Bob and Sue with big, worried eyes nibbling at her lower lip, then looked around the room.

Bob checked her vitals, she did not appear to be going into shock.

“Lay still and stay under the covers and you’ll be alright”, Bob said reassuringly. “Are you hungry or thirsty? Do you need anything?”

At that point the redheaded girl from the Vault wandered in, staggering a bit.

"Hello," she giggled, letting out a hiccup, "I heard some scream - everything alright?"

Brandy squinted at the girl, trying to get a good look at her. The girl rushed up, worming her way by Bob to get nearer to Brandy.

"Poor thing”, she cooed. “Y'all real nice to each other, watching over her like that." She leaned closer to Brandy. "How ya doin', princess?" she grinned sweetly, patting her hand. "Came up to see if you were alright, you sounded real scared."
"Zoe?" Brandy asked with confusion, "You came to see...how did you?...I was, err am scared. But, how did you know?" Brandy struggled to smile, "It's so nice to see you, Bob, Sue, this is my friend Zoe."

"Nice to meet you all, now," ‘Zoe’ simpered insincerely. "Good to know one of you has common courtesy toward guests. I'll forgive ya this once, though, since you clearly didn't understand who I was."

“Nice to meet you….Zoe”, Bob said emphasizing ‘Zoe’ to make it plain he didn’t believe for a second that was actually her name, or that she knew Brandy from Sarah Lyons. “Brandy isn’t feeling so well right now, perhaps you should come back and visit later.”

Sue glared at the girl, out of annoyance at her behavior or outright jealousy Bob didn’t know her well enough to say.

"I knew because you were screaming, silly. I mean -" ‘Zoe’ said as she winked and grinned, "not all screams are bad..."

"So, didya miss lil' ol' Zoe?" She leaned towards Brandy, looking from her to Bob and Sue, then back again with a smug little grin, "Sure is nice to see those pretty eyes of yours."


6:30 am

Bob walked into his bedroom, and woke up Sue.

“It’s six-thirty”, Bob said to her. “I’m going to get started putting the folks over at the playground in the ground….Mirvin spent all night making up grave markers for them. I cannot do this alone, I’m taking Jeeves and Mirvin with me.”

While Sue sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes, Bob laid his Type 50 SMG and a extra drum on the bed next to her. He then put down his .45-70, and set out a old set of BDU pants, a olive-drab T-shirt, and his bulletproof vest and began to change.

“You’ll be here alone for a few hours”, Bob said. “But there are other people in the house. ’Zoe’”, Bob held up the first two fingers of each hand and wiggled them to signify quotes at the mention of her name, “and another of her Vault friends are asleep in one of the spare bedrooms. And Calypso sent one of her mercs, he’s downstairs in the living room….his name is Billy. His left arm is all bandaged up, but he seems capable enough. ED-R…the eyebot…will be here to back you up. Jeeves programmed him to read sign so you can talk to him.”

“Don’t let anyone we can’t trust near Brandy”, Bob said. “and unless she needs to be taken to a doctor, she doesn’t leave this house…am I clear?” Bob then pointed at the SMG lying next to her. “And if that [censored]head Toby…or that freak Ikky…set foot in this house, you know what to do.”

Outside

With the Brahmin fed and watered, and hitched to the wagon, Bob slid the shovels and a case of bottled water given to him by Tap, into the bed of the wagon, and made preparations to get started with the burials. He had both Jeeves and Mirvin with him, and Scribe Henderson had loaned her the two Initiates. From them, Bob learned that the Brotherhood operation earlier in the morning had been a complete success…Talon Company had been wiped out as a effective fighting force.

“Do we have markers for everyone, Mirvin?”, Bob asked.

“Affirmative, my good chum”, Mirvin replied. “Miss Tap was cooperative and helped me identify everyone we could that wasn’t listed in your notes, but it appears someone brought out more bodies so not every marker will be named.”

“Nothing we can do about that”, Bob said resignedly as he took his seat in the wagon, followed by the Initiates. He then urged the Brahmin forward. “well, lets go get this over with.”

[Lovingly]

Alexander Winter, Grayditch, Morning

Alexander took the bottle of the man wiped the top and took a long swig and sighed, he sat down “Damn fine day” Alexander said “I noticed some Brotherhood of steel dragging bodies to the middle of to the playground might ask if they need any help” He took another swig and looked at the bottle “Definitely still prefer Cognac 2077 vintage” He thought for a moment then turned to the gentleman next to him “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself properly The names Winter, Alexander Winter” he waited for the strangers reply.