[Marie]

WELCOME TO GRAYDITCH, the RP -- Third thread!

http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1166753-welcome-to-grayditch/

http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1168688-welcome-to-grayditch-2/

Remember http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1168631-welcome-to-grayditch-ooc/page__view__findpost__p__17212081

http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1168631-welcome-to-grayditch-ooc/

Always accepting new members. Now, have fun. Or Harold will come and get you.

[Timara White]

(OOC: Great intro post, Starbug :thumbsup: )

FRIEDA ~~ Diner ~~ Evening

Frieda watched Pawnee veritably dive into his food. Wow, he must have been starving, she thought to herself, feeling a mixture of amusemant and disgust. She pushed her food around on the plate, took a couple bites, but was more interested in the beer that Pawnee was taking off with a flick of his power fist. She had listened to Drifter's speech and felt indifferent, wondering how anyone could feel so attached to a stretch of rubble after barely three days spent here.

Lost in her thoughts, she stuck a mouthful of punga in her mouth when Pawnee was on top of her giving her another kiss. His eyes were wide open, wild looking, and full of life.

She felt strangely excited. Her heart was beating in her throat. Frieda's face flushed and fruit juice escaped her lips. She wiped it off with a couple fingers.

You're drunk, you're just drunk, just drunk--

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

"W-what?" Frieda laughed. "Noooooooo, no no no," she drawled. She reached for a beer but Pawnee playfully pulled it out of her reach.

"Wrong answer!" He took both of her hands in his and pulled her, reluctantly, out of the booth.

"No no no no no no," she protested, though she was drunk and grinning. It felt like everyone was looking at them. She looked Pawnee straight in the eyes and his expression was elated. Oh, well, what's one dance? She awkwardly started to sway her hips from side to side to the beat.

[NAtIVe GOddess]

Duncan

Duncan sat playing with his food, he'd never enjoyed large crowds but tonight he would have to tolerate it. He was lost in thought and Celeste caught him off guard "How are you, Duncan? Having a good time? she gave him a smile and continued "I wasn't sure what you drink so I just brought you some water for now. I'm sorry I neglected you."

"Hey there Celeste" he said with a smile "I'm quite alright, fun wouldn't be the word i'd use" he gave out a laugh took the water she offered him "Well thank you for that I was starting to get a bit parched and don't worry yourself about neglecting me, old Duncan is a grown man, he can look after himself" he gave another laugh and Drifter began a speech.

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

Drifter let out a chuckle before continuing.

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

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

Duncan let out a laugh and turned to Celeste "Cheers" he said back to her "Now, how about we get some hard stuff? A bottle of whiskey each, unless you feel you can't keep up with an old fella" he gave her a smile then a laugh i'm dying for a drink what better way than now to soothe that itch

[Gisela Amaya]

Joe Rennie. Celeste's diner. Evening.

"Thank's Joe, I will." The barmaid had smiled back at him before moving away. Joe stood back from Celeste and smiled as she walked towards Duncan, bearing food.

That seems to have done it Joe. Just don't do anything to screw it up. You've got your picks and probes, just got to get to the safe now. He looked at her rear as she stood talking to Duncan. I can think of more unpleasant jobs I've had. I think I might enjoy myself, as long as she doesn't like to talk after.

By now Drifter had managed to clamber onto the bar and was banging a couple of bottles together. Eventually the room quietened and the old man began his speach.

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

Drifter let out a chuckle before continuing.

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

Pawnee and James immediately took up the cheer. "WHOOO-HOOO!" Pawnee made long whoop. He then grabbed the two beers and ripped the caps off effortlessly with his powerfist, "damn right Drifter!"

“Three cheers to the drifter and Grayditch” James shouted whilst Raising his whiskey in the air.

The young man with the dog, Pawnee was capering about in his armour still, encouraging people to dance. James and Sue jumped up merrily and joined in.

Forget the speach Joe. This is better. Everyone is dancing, or drinking. Drifter you should be my sidekick or something, you have a knack for drawing the attention.

Joe smiled as he glanced about the room. There were some new arrivals, but they seemed to be keeping to themselves. What the hell. Harold still isn't around. May as well enjoy yourself.

He moved through the crowd untill he was standing by Celeste. "Sorry to do this Duncan, I'll get you that whisky to make up for it. But you mind if I borrow the lady for a while?" He turned to Celeste and offered his hand. "Celeste, would you like to dance."

While Joe listened to her reply he made eye contact with Jimmy and gave a barely perceptable nod. Just got to hope Jimmy's men are as professional as he says.

[Travis]

Duncan Talson

Duncan turned to Joe as he spoke "Sorry to do this Duncan, I'll get you that whisky to make up for it. But you mind if I borrow the lady for a while?" He turned to Celeste and offered his hand. "Celeste, would you like to dance."

"By all means my friend, just get her back before sun up" he gave a chuckle and looked around the room, everyone was dancing and enjoying themselves. Shame that i prefer sitting in the old quiet saloons of the wasteland, I could really have myself a ball here as he stretched out he began to hum an http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUfSWJQXvbw&feature=related to himself. after a short while he gave a yawn i'm getting a bit tired, but i guess it would seem improper if I just upped and left, better to wait to be told we can go with that he settled back into the chair watching Grayditch residents dance around him. hopefully they don't ask me to dance, that could end badly he gave a chuckle and relaxed.

[Jessica Phoenix]

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Evening

An older gentleman who towered over Celeste came up to the bar and ordered water. "Eightteen caps," she replied out of habit. The man counted out the caps onto the bar.

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

Celeste laughed. She slid the caps back to the gentleman, not sure what had come over her. "We're having a special shindig tonight, and that gentleman there," she nodded to Pawnee, "has, apparently, bought the first round." She leaned forward so that her chest was propped up by the bar. "My name is Celeste Brown, and I'm the proprietor here! Welcome to Grayditch! Help yourself to the food."

Celeste reached over and turned the volume up on the radio when Pawnee asked. She felt sick watching him kiss Frieda and turned away, just as Duncan was asking for some whiskey. I should get over that quickly, if they are going to be serious about this fling of theirs. She poured a glass for Duncan, and a few drops for herself and smiled. "Gotta keep my head on straight for a while yet," she winked.

She smirked as Pawnee hauled Frieda out of their booth. Frieda looked uncomfortable and her dancing reminded Celeste of Deputy Weld outside of Megaton. My dead grandma has more rhythm than that! She watched as Pawnee grabbed Frieda by the hips and forced her to mimic his dips and sways. Frieda reached up and put her arms around his neck, grinning in her embarrassment.

Suddenly, Joe was standing next to her and calling her name. "Celeste, would you like to dance."

Celeste turned and felt elated. "Really, Joe?" her thrill seeped into her voice. "I would love to!" Show that Frieda a thing or two... She let him lead her by the hand into the space between tables and stools. She took both his hands and started to swing them side to side to the music, stepping her feet forward and back as the rhythm beat on.

[x_JeNnY_x]

(OOC - first rp post ever, please let me know if anything needs edited. :foodndrink: )



Brandy Brooks, outside Greyditch afternoon
As the afternoon sun cast a lazy shadow across the campsite, Brandy forked another piece of mut fruit from the bowl of moonshine it had marinated in all day.
"This stuff isn't too bad" she stated to their Brahmin. "What should we call it?". Mooo "Nah, I was thinking, Mystical Mut fruit" as she twirled her fork as if it were a wand. "Bet you two must be hungry hmm? Who's your buddy? Who loves you?" She cooed at the Brahmin
"I had best get dinner going, the boys will be back soon" she mumbled as she filled their buckets with grain.

Ricky, Kevin, and Will walking back to camp outside Greyditch
"Did you see the way that damn zombies head exploded????" Will said proudly

"Yeah, what a mess. Hey Ricky, check this out" Kevin said as he handed Ricky a piece of paper.

Ricky scanned the paper "Think we found a place for little Miss Brahmin wisperer" he told them with a smirk.

"That's what I was thinking, what about tonight?" Asked Kevin

"Sounds good to me, my head already hurts, and you know she's gonna ask us a ton of [censored] questions anyways. What do ya think Will?" Ricky spoke in agreement

"Oh hellz yeah" Will excitedly replied. "Let's ditch the [censored]!"

"Ok I gotta plan" Ricky explained "Just follow my lead"


Brandy at their campsite

"Oh, hey guys, did ya bring anything back with ya? Did ya shoot anything?" Brandy blurted out

Ricky just shook his head "Don't we always, I need to talk to you Brandy"

Oh great, wonder how bad it will be this time


"Brandy, I want you to do something for me. If you do it, and all goes well, you can start scavenging with us." Ricky explained


"REALLY!!!!!" she gushed with excitement "are you serious? I mean, you never have let me go. REALLY????" she was pratically jumping at this point.


"Yeah, dead serious" Ricky continued "The boys and I discussed it, we decided the people would more likely buy from you then the three of us."


"Okay, who's going with me?"


"Just you, it'll be safe, Kevin will watch with the Sniper rifle. You can even take the thirty two with you, what do ya say?" Ricky asked


"YES" she replied as she was already grabbing a couple things.


"Here" Ricky was putting 6 bottles of Potion in a little crate "Take these and see what you can get for them. Oh, and you should change clothes, wear a dress or something. "


Brandy then popped open her suitcase and pulled out a blue summer dress. " How's this one?" she chirped


"That one is fine, way better than that grubby red hat and your dirty pants." Ricky chuckled


Brandy quickly changed behind the Brahmin, Will tried to sneak a peek and was slapped upset the head by Ricky. Then she strapped a leather belt to the crate so she could carry it. Ricky handed her the pistol as Kevin and Will took cover.

"oh stop, it was an accident last time" she quipped

She ran a brush through her hair, grabbed a flashlight and was ready to go. She hugged Ricky then headed towards town.







Brandy Greyditch evening



It's about time they let me do something other than set up camp and cook.

As she strolled down the street, was observing the rubble that lay all over.

This is fantastic she thought I could really helpout here, finally a chance to do some real constructing

She could see people dancing and drinking This is great, them guys are missing out, serves them right. I can't remember the last time I went to a party. she giggled

At this, she picked up her pace, then stumbled on some gravel. The bottles of potion clinked together, worried about breaking them, she dropped the pistol and the flashlight.

"Whew, almost blew it" she wispered

She knelt down, picked up the flashlight then went to get the pistol. As she gripped it, BANG as her finger slid across the trigger.

"[censored]!!" brushing the hair from her eyes, she held her hand on her head as she turned to see if anyone had noticed.

Kicking the pistol to the side of the street, she started towards the diner again. Anxious to see what all was happening. As she got to the door she saw a young man wearing pieces of armor dancing with a blonde. Walking into the diner she stopped in the doorway and looked around at all the people. She pushed her glasses up and walked in, she made her way to the bar and put the crate of potion filled milk bottles on it and sat down next to a bald gentleman.

"Hello" she nervously spoke as she extended her hand to the man.

[Miss Hayley]

While Duncan was taking sips of his whiskey he heard a distant bang hmmm didn't sound to close, probably something going on in D.C proper

Duncan finished his Whiskey just as a slightly tanned woman with brown hair and green eyes plonked something on the counter she turned to him "hello" she said nervously while extending her hand.

"Well hello there Miss" Duncan said in a friendly manner trying to put the young lady at ease "The names Duncan, and who might you be?" he gave her a smile and gripped her hand and gave it a firm shake.

"In a moment you should be able to meet the town mayor and first lady" he gave a chuckle and pointed to Joe and Celeste who looked like they were having the time of their lives.

"Take a seat and take a load off and when they're done they should be able to tell you a bit about the town. In the mean time tell me a little about yourself" he gave her a friendly smile and pointed to the seat.

(edit: OOC: I had to edit that, I didn't feel comfortable with an introduction like that)

[noa zarfati]

Brandy Greyditch diner bar


"Well hello there Miss" Duncan said in a friendly manner trying to put the young lady at ease "The names Duncan, and who might you be?" he gave her a smile and gripped her hand and gave it a firm shake.


"I'm Brandy" she replied


"In a moment you should be able to meet the town mayor and first lady" he gave a chuckle and pointed to Joe and Celeste who looked like they were having the time of their lives.

Brandy looked over towards the couple Duncan had pointed to.

"The mayor and first lady, WOW" she thought



"Take a seat and take a load off and when they're done they should be able to tell you a bit about the town. In the mean time tell me a little about yourself" he gave her a friendly smile and pointed to the seat.


"They look like a cute couple." Brandy continued "My brother Ricky and I are from up north, Michigan. We distill our own moonshine, we call it Papas potion. Our family has been doing it for years." She smiled "I'm hoping we find a place to call home soon, the wasteland isn't what I thought it would be. They made it sound exciting, but all they let me do is tend camp."


She reached into the crate and offered the man some of the potion.


"Would you like to try some potion? I flavored it with some punga fruit." She proudly stated "also have some straight, I prefer the flavored stuff"

[Bereket Fekadu]

Duncan Talson

"They look like a cute couple." Brandy continued "My brother Ricky and I are from up north, Michigan. We distill our own moonshine, we call it Papas potion. Our family has been doing it for years." She smiled "I'm hoping we find a place to call home soon, the wasteland isn't what I thought it would be. They made it sound exciting, but all they let me do is tend camp."

She reached into the crate and offered Duncan some of the brew

"Would you like to try some potion? I flavored it with some punga fruit." She proudly stated "also have some straight, I prefer the flavored stuff"

Duncan let out a friendly laugh "Well they're aren't the real Mayor and first Lady, though they sure look like it and I'd gladly have some of your potion miss, how much for a bottle of the straight stuff?" he put his hand on his cap pouch and continued "So you came from Michigan with your brothers hey? I went through there oh, about ten years ago some nice country, well as nice as a blasted hell hole can get I guess. Did some trading up there, some good wares, some of the best i've seen, outside of the NCR that is." He let out a sigh recalling memories from a time ago, but shook them aside and turned back to the young lady "Why don't you pour us both a glass of your potion, I'll buy." he smiled then held out his glass to be filled.

[Chris Johnston]

Harlen Jake

The old man watched the hustle and bustle around him. It reminds him of his younger days. These young men and women are having the time of their lives right now. It's a shame one of them will possibly be dead in a weeks time. Harlen looks over at the drunk, exuberant, dancing man. He takes a swig of his water. Poor kid, if he plays his cards right he might just survive the week. Jake pockets the caps lying in front of him. The young lady Celeste had given them back, while showing off her assets as well. Harlen didn't mind, but he wasn't about to seduce a child such as herself.

The Bounty Hunter gets up in the happy chaos. The music is booming in the diner. A good tune is playing, one that Jake knows all too well. Reminds him of his first love, good woman she was. A grimace arises on Harlen's face as he thinks about her, Oh, only if the sickness hadn't gotten her. Her little baby boy would still have some child in him. I probly wouldn't be a deadbeat dad neither. He shakes his head.

The man in black looks up the see a gruff man quietly eating in a booth. Harlen gets the notion to make conversation with this younger man. Whom could possibly shed some insight on the boy, Pawnee. Jake maneuvers through the crowd. He weaves slowly in and out of dancing bodies. He reaches the table and let's out a deep breath, "Oh, my body ain't what it use to be, goodness."

The Bull sits down in the booth, opposite of the stranger. Harlen smiles at the man quietly eating his food. He sees a bit of himself in the man. Jake notices the drink beside him. A slight tinge of temptation arises, but the recovering beats it down. He introduces himself, "Well howdy friend, my name's Harlen Jake. What's a young man like yourself doin' amongst these, even younger guys n' gals?"

[ezra]

Jesse Christophe - Celeste's Diner - Evening

Jesse continued eating his dinner quietly as he surveyed the crowd from his seat. I'm glad I got it when I did. It would be hell, getting through this crowd. he snickered quietly, taking a sip of his beverage. A man emerged out of the crowd, seemingly just as old and weathered as Jesse himself, if not more. He made his way over to Jesse's booth, and to the regulators surprise, helped himself to a seat.

"Oh, my body ain't what it use to be, goodness." he heaved, collapsing into the booth.

Seems your mind isn't either, stranger. he thought, squinting at the man, assessing him.

"Well howdy friend, my name's Harlen Jake. What's a young man like yourself doin' amongst these, even younger guys n' gals?" he introduced himself.

Young man?

Jesse reluctantly grumbled a response. "Jesse. Jesse Christophe." he said in his hoarse voice, taking yet another sip of his drink, still keeping a wary eye on the old man. "Came here to find myself a situation. As you might gather, I used to be a regulator." he explained, adjusting his signature duster. "What about you uh. . . Harlen, was it? You seem like you've seen more than a couple winters yourself. What brings you to Grayditch?" he asked casually, trying to hold the conversation.

[Jenna Fields]

Harlen Jake

Harlen could see that he might have struck a nerve, but he didn't mind. A quote returned from his knowledge, When you get old, do whatever you want. Your old, everyone else shouldn't mind what you do whether it's drunkenly streak through town, or sit yourself in a booth where someone is already sitting.

The man had introduced himself as Jesse Cristophe, a regulator. Harlen sat back, surprised by the man's pride in a mere title, a simple word. He said he was in town to just find himself a situation. Jesse asks Harlen casually, "What about you uh. . . Harlen, was it? You seem like you've seen more than a couple winters yourself. What brings you to Grayditch?"

Harlen nods, "Yeap, I've seen fifty seven winters so far. Lord willin' I see several more. A simple task brings mento this town. My age make me feel like I'm surrounded by a buncha little lamplighters. I'm here too... Hmm, how should I put this? Uh, correspond with someone."

The old bounty hunter leans in and speaks with a low tone. He speaks just loud enough where just Jesse can hear him, "What can you tell me bout a boy named Pawnee?"

[Emma-Jane Merrin]

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

Pawnee and Frieda danced the night away in a drunken fugue. Pawnee wouldn’t have guessed it, but Frieda was an awful dancer. After only a few minutes, Pawnee’s toes were black and blue from Frieda stepping on them repeatedly.

Pawnee looked down at his feet with a giggle, “you’re all over me. I should have put on the power armor boots too.”

He grabbed Frieda by the waist and tried to guide her body so she kept step with him, and after a while they hit a little groove, and continued to boogie with the beat. Frieda’s face looked pink, sweaty, and elated. Pawnee moved in closer and when a slower melody echoed out of the radio, they danced up against one another like two teens at a prom.

James and his dance partner were next to them, as was Celeste, who looked to be on cloud nine after being approached by Joe.

When the beat picked back up to a lively jazz tune, Pawnee tried to twirl Frieda around, but instead, she flew out of his grip and crashed into the booth holding Jesse, the regulator, and a weather-beaten newcomer who Pawnee had never seen before.

“Sorry bout that guys,” Pawnee scooped Frieda up and helped her to her feet, “I’ll keep a closer eye on er from now on.. . or at least a stronger grip.. . hehe.”

Frieda playfully squinted at Pawnee’s joke and he leaned into her ear, “now its my turn to use the men’s room. Think you can fetch us another round of drinks?”

With that, Pawnee walked away, dodging dancing Greyditch residents and making his way over to the door.

At the very front of the bar, Duncan was seated next to a newcomer, a young girl with dark brown hair and scar above her eye. Feeling a little sorry for what happened between him and Duncan earlier, Pawnee approached the pair.

“Hey-ya Duncan. Jus wanted to poligize for snapping you off like dat with Freida. I can get territorial, know what I mean? And youze a handsome man,” Pawnee chuckled. He turned to the girl, “and youze look new lil lady. Well welcome to town. Namez Pawnee. I’d stay and chat but got a lil sumething to care of first. Make yourself at home here in Greyditch. Celeste Iz awesome and dis iz a great place.”

Pawnee staggered out of the diner, ducking into a side alley to relieve himself. He leaned against the wall and began to pee. Once he finished, and zipped up his trousers, he peered down at the puddle and noticed something on the ground.

A dead man was laying in the alley with a gunshot wound to the head. Pawnee drunkenly knelt over the man. He had serial number tattooed onto his back and a weapon at his side.

Poor guy. Wondered why he did it? There was a party and a free meal three feet away!

Pawnee snatched up the dead man’s weapon, strapped it to his back, and re-entered the diner.

While making his way back to Frieda, he bumped into Joe, and whispered into his ear, “jus so you know Joe, there’s a dead guy lying outside. Looks like that dirty [censored] who came in here earlier. Looks like he offed himself. No idea why”

Pawnee pulled away and searched the packed diner for his date.

Frieda. . .where’d you go now? This is my song!

[carla]

Frank glazed around the room, he couldn't be more out of place if he was bollock naked. After the old man's kind words everyone started getting more rowdy, dancing and as such. He managed to slowly steal a left over whisky bottle left on the bar. He stood to his feet ready to get out as quick as possible. But then he remembered why he came here in the first place, to be 'normal,' and normal folks don't just come in. Say nothing, then buggar off as soon it's not to their liking.
''Just go with it......just pretend you are just the same as everyone else.'' He thought.

He hobbled over to where everyone was dancing and suddenly appeared next to Celeste,

''So are there any rooms?''


OOC- sorry it's short im on my work break

[anna ley]

Jesse Christophe - Celeste's Diner - Evening

The old man nodded. "Yeap, I've seen fifty seven winters so far. Lord willin' I see several more. A simple task brings mento this town. My age make me feel like I'm surrounded by a buncha little lamplighters. I'm here too... Hmm, how should I put this? Uh, correspond with someone."

The way the man spoke made Jesse narrow his eyes down to slits. That doesn't sound very good. he thought to himself, setting down his bottle, and placing his free hand on his revolver, under the table, and unseen by the man known as Harlen.

The man leaned in and spoke with a low tone, inaudible to anyone besides Jesse. "What can you tell me bout a boy named Pawnee?" he muttered. The regulator tightened his grip on the handle of the gun, instantly having understood what the man meant.

"Now listen, old timer." Jesse hissed, leaning forward himself. "I'm not entirely sure you're welcome here. There will be no 'corresponding' in this town on my watch. Whatever that means." The reason felt so defensive was because he himself had spent the bulk of his years and orphan, and thus could empathize with Pawnee. He did not want any harm coming to him, it was the way of the Regulator that taught him this lesson.

Suddenly out of nowhere, a young female came crashing onto the lap of the Regulator, causing him to accidentally discharge one of the rounds in his revolver. Luckily, as it was holstered it made a hole in the seat, rather than his leg.

“Sorry bout that guys,” Pawnee scooped the girl up and helped her to her feet, “I’ll keep a closer eye on er from now on.. . or at least a stronger grip.. . hehe.” he chuckled.

Dumb kid, you chose the worst possible time to show up. he cringed, but luckily they left shortly after-wards, but not for long as Pawnee re-entered the diner to speak with Joe. As Jesse scanned the scene, his heart began beating faster and faster, and unconsciously began tapping his foot.

For Christs sake, what in the name of Sonora is going on here?! he gritted his teeth, downing the rest of his drink, and locking eyes with the old man sitting across him, who he had forgotten about momentarily.

Edit: Oh yeah Wolfman, past-tense posts please.

[Laura Elizabeth]

Brandy diner bar



Duncan let out a friendly laugh "Well they're aren't the real Mayor and first Lady, though they sure look like it and I'd gladly have some of your potion miss, how much for a bottle of the straight stuff?" he put his hand on his cap pouch and continued "So you came from Michigan with your brothers hey? I went through there oh, about ten years ago some nice country, well as nice as a blasted hell hole can get I guess. Did some trading up there, some good wares, some of the best i've seen, outside of the NCR that is." He let out a sigh recalling memories from a time ago, but shook them aside and turned back to the young lady "Why don't you pour us both a glass of your potion, I'll buy." he smiled then held out his glass to be filled.


i have no idea how many caps, Ricky never said she contemplated


"Oh,no need for caps, just give it a try. It burns a lil going down, but it smooths out. My Papa used say it would put hair on your chest" she leaned towards Duncan and wispered "I'm sure glad it doesn't really" she giggled

She uncorked the bottle and poured Duncan a glass, she grabbed another bottle and filled her glass.

Brandy held the glass up and jovially spoke up "CHEERS!!!" and promptly downed her entire glass. Immediatly tipping the bottle to refill her glass she gently pushed the other bottle to Duncan. "it's all yours"


The young guy wearing the armor walked up to Duncan



“Hey-ya Duncan. Jus wanted to poligize for snapping you off like dat with Freida. I can get territorial, know what I mean? And youze a handsome man,” Pawnee chuckled. He turned to the girl, “and youze look new lil lady. Well welcome to town. Namez Pawnee. I’d stay and chat but got a lil sumething to care of first. Make yourself at home here in Greyditch. Celeste Iz awesome and dis iz a great place.”


Before she could reply he stumbled off and out the door.


looks like I need to catch up with some of these people she smiled

With that she downed another glass full, wincing from the burn.

"Aaah, whoa, that one was rough. So, what do ya think?" she playfully asked

[Matt Bigelow]

FRIEDA ~~ Diner ~~ Late evening

Try as she might, she couldn't help but manage to turn Pawnee's toes to mush.

"You’re all over me. I should have put on the power armor boots too.”

"Sorry," she dribbled, feeling ten levels of embarrassment. That's [censored] it, I am sitting the next one out. The music slowed down, and though she would have pulled away to sit at their table, Pawnee instead pulled her closer. She could smell the sweat on his skin, and his hair smelled like sunshine.

I like this. I suppose I'll keep him around...for now.

They danced closely for the duration of the song. The beat picked up again and Frieda made to sit down -- again -- but Pawnee had different plans. She slipped out of his grip and landed in the lap of a middle aged man wearing a duster and looking particularly surprised. I'm not going to be able to show my face around town tomorrow... Before she could slur an apology, Pawnee was pulling her up.

"Think you can fetch us another round of drinks?” he breathed into her ear.

Good idea. "Yeah, shure," Frieda grinned. Celeste seemed to have finished dancing and had returned to her post behind the bar and was talking to a young woman with dark hair and glasses. Frieda perched onto a stool. "Heya, Celeste, when you have a sec..."

Celeste looked over at Frieda. "Nice to meet you, Brandy, we'll chat again soon," she said to the young woman, and sashayed over to stand across from Frieda. "Hi, Frieda. Having a good time, I see?" she smiled.

Doesn't sound too genuine. Wonder why... "Great time, sure. You're keeping things on a tight leash here, I see, it's going well."

"Mmhmm. Get you something?"

"Yeah, how about...uhh...." Frieda rubbed her eyes absently with the back of her hand. "Some water, and a vodka with tonic, and whiskey with Nuka Cola."

"You got it." Celeste pulled out some glasses, the alcohol, and then went to the fridge for the water, tonic, and Cola. While she waited, Frieda looked around the bar. The other man sitting with the gentleman in the duster caught her eye and gave her a funny look. Instinctively she moved her arm to hide her plasma pistol as best she could.

Clinking on the bar brought Frieda's attention back to Celeste. "Thanks," she said, giving Celeste her warmest smile. She slid off the stool and wobbled when her boots hit the floor.

"Let me help you," Celeste quipped. Frieda thought she heard some annoyance in the younger woman's voice. Celeste masterfully gathered all the drinks in her two hands. "Where to?"

"Thanks," Frieda repeated, leading her down the diner back to the booth they'd sat in for dinner. Celeste put the drinks onto the table while Frieda slipped into the booth and lowered herself onto the bench. She reached for her vodka tonic but Celeste's arm blocked it. "Wha--?"

Celeste looked her straight in the eyes and her expression was one of dead seriousness. "I don't know what your intentions are, Frieda, and none of us have been around here all that long, so I'll just say this: I don't know why, but I really like Pawnee. He's a sweet boy, even if he doesn't show it."

Frieda blinked and nodded, speechless. Celeste jabbed a finger into the blonde's face and continued.

"Don't you dare take advantage of him, or I swear, no more Little Nice Celeste. Understood?"

Frieda frowned, starting to feel very sober. "I think you're being a bit harsh, Celeste. I didn't...I mean, I'm not...ugh," she growled, frustrated with how the alcohol was keeping her from being succinct. "Besides," she smirked, "he came on to me."

Celeste looked annoyed. "Don't forget what I said," she huffed. She turned and left to go back behind the bar.

She's cute, but weird. Frieda took a satisfying sip of her vodka tonic and watched for Pawnee to come back in. A minute or so passed and finally she saw him standing at the bar. Must have missed when he came back in. "Hey!" she called, waving her hand again. "Over here! Got you yer drink!"

[renee Duhamel]

Jimmy Leggio - Celeste's Diner - Evening

Jimmy was sitting at the counter with his wife and child. The party was getting louder around him. Drifter began a semi-drunken speech, but Jimmy zoned out. He was thinking about his squad, and hoping that they would be able to carry out the job successfully. Maybe I should meet with them? No, much too dangerous, no need to abandon all professionalism over a few worries. The more Jimmy thought about it, the more Joe's idea of a signal at the right time made perfect sense.

Jimmy looked around the packed diner, filled with drunk young irritants and old, seasoned morons, until he saw Rennie. He was talking to Celeste. As he extended his arm to Celeste, probably to offer her to join a dance with the drunken boy and girl and the gun store owning couple who seemed to be dancing their little hearts off, he locked eyes with Jimmy and winked. Jimmy nodded slightly, and decided Joe was right. He was going to do something that would draw the attention of the entire diner, making it perfect timing.

Jimmy turned to Laura, who was gleefully laughing with the dancers, particularly the intoxicated ones, and swinging Lucille to the music.

"I'll be back in a sec," Jimmy whispered to her. She just nodded and continued watching the people of the diner. Boy, she'd fit right in here. Jimmy stood from his stool and began making his way from the diner, slipping and sliding between the people.

Once he managed to make his way into the open he scanned the area for movement. He was sure the assigned scout was hidden, watching him. But his slavers were smart, smart enough not to make themselves seen in public. Better safe than sorry. Jimmy merely nodded and stuck his thumb in the air. He was standing next to a wall of the diner, and nobody inside could see him. As he turned to re-enter the diner, he was sure he could hear a shuffling sound in the distance.

When he once again pushed by the people of the diner to his seat, Laura had taken Lucille and was walking around, looking for someone to talk to no doubt. Jimmy leaned back against the counter and waited for Joe's surprise.

[Chloe :)]

James Wilson – Celeste’s party dinner! – Evening :celebrate:

lively jazz tune was playing on the radio, Pawnee tried to twirl Frieda around, but instead, she flew out of his grip and crashed into the booth holding Jesse, the regulator, and the newcomer James had seen at the bar

lets show the boy how the professionals dance !

“hey Sue wanna do a twirl” Sue nodded, grabbed james right arm and began twirl around James
“now that how you do a twirl! “ james shouted. looking around the dinner, James saw Duncan was seated next to a newcomer, a young girl with dark brown hair and they were drinking some moonshine and Pawnee had walked outside..


“ I will get the next round drinks , I’ll meet you back at the booth “ sue nodded and drunkenly walked back to their booth.

James walked up to the bar , Celeste was busy with Freida , with an angry look on her face wonder what got her so mad? whilst waiting for Celeste to return James turned around and saw Laura and her child were walking around the dinner

“ hello again Laura, enjoying the party? “ James said.

[Danger Mouse]

Joe Rennie. Celeste's diner. Evening.


"By all means my friend, just get her back before sun up" Duncan chuckled while Joe asked Celeste to dance. She looked up at him and her face instantly brightened "Really, Joe?" She gasped, sounding thrilled. "I would love to!"

She hopped up out of her seat and Joe led her by her hands to the floor. They stopped and she took both his hands and started to swing them side to side to the music, stepping her feet forward and back as the rhythm beat on. Joe wasn't the best dancer but Celeste didn't seem to notice, she seemed to be happy enough that Joe had even asked.

She's almost making it too easy. Gotta say, this is pretty pleasant though. Yep, all in all, this sould be a very good night.

The track they were dancing to finished and was replaced by a much slower number. This is more my forte.

Joe pulled Celeste closer to him, she wrapped her arms around him as they swayed in time to the music. Joe placed one arm round her shoulders aand rested his other hand on her hip. "Thank you Celeste, for everything you have done these last few days. You've really made Grayditch a great place to be." He murmered in her ear.

Keep it up Joe, you feel the way she's clinging to you? I wonder what kind of lock that safe has.

He scanned the room for a moment over Celeste's shoulder as they continued to move together. Duncan had been joined by a young lady and the two seemed quite deep in conversation. Jesse had also been joined by a newcomer, though for a moment Joe thought Jesse was talking to an unflattering mirror. The newcomer had such a similar face. Jesse didn't seem too pleased with whatever the man was saying to him.

The song ended and Joe impulsivley planted a quick kiss on Celeste's lips. "We'll continue this later. I promise." He winked at her. "But duty calls." Joe moved into the crowd again, making small talk with people as he passed them.

As he did his round of the room, Pawnee almost collided with him. He drunkenly whispered into Joe's ear, “jus so you know Joe, there’s a dead guy lying outside. Looks like that dirty [censored] who came in here earlier. Looks like he offed himself. No idea why”

"Weird kid? Now why the hell would he do something like that? Seems everyone was nice to him, hell I heard Drifter was even going to read a book to him." Joe mused. "Listen Pawnee," Joe whispered back. "It's a damn shame, but there's no sense ruining the party over him. Do me a favor and keep this to yourself will you? I'll deal with it."

Can't have people out investigating this, not yet at least, Jimmy's men should be on the move now. Can't have a murder investigation with slaves in the street.

He glanced over at Jesse again, New fellow looks like trouble too. Still if it's trouble for Jesse then It'll keep him busy. Maybe I can add to it.

He crossed the room and dropped himself in the seat between the two men. "Hello friend. Hello Jesse, how're you enjoying the party?" He stuck his hand out, offering it to the newcomer. "Joe Rennie, head of security. Don't believe we've met stranger."

[Susan Elizabeth]

Harlen Jake

Harlen sensed the hostility that swelled up and was visible with Jesse. He decided to show that he too did not want to harm Pawnee, whoever he was. Jake leaned forward and spoke with conviction, "Now you listen here Jesse. I'm a father, and I also had a father. Unfortunately he wasn't around much so much of the time it felt like he'd abandoned us. Before you go n' pop a cap you best know that I'm on your side. I don't wanna harm a hair on his head."

Jake felt his heart beating rapidly. He clutched his chest and started breathing in and out slowly, as his to slow his heart down. He breathed rhythmically to get it down. When he did he continued, "Goodness Jesse, we just met and you already tryin' to gimme a heart attack, hehahaha. Ooh, but yeah, I'm with ya. I ain't gonna harm a hair on his little chinny chin chin."

The Bounty Hunter shed a little light on himself, "Jesse, I'm a private contractor for God. Atleast I try to be. I've made some bad decisions in my life, but I done learn from 'em. Now I go by his laws, and yes, I might sin every now and again, but I always try to do the right thing in his eyes. Hurtin' Pawnee isn't right in his eyes, I can already tell ya. You understand what I'm gettin' at?"

[Portions]

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

"Weird kid,” Joe muttered, “now why the hell would he do something like that? Seems everyone was nice to him, hell I heard Drifter was even going to read a book to him."

“Guess a life of slavery really messes with ya head,” Pawnee shrugged, drunkenly swaying.

“Listen Pawnee," Joe whispered, "It's a damn shame, but there's no sense ruining the party over him. Do me a favor and keep this to yourself will you? I'll deal with it."

“No problem,” Pawnee mumbled, his attention already elsewhere. He saw Frieda at the back of the bar and immediately grinned, “gota go anyway. Da lady calls.”

“Hey!" Frieda shouted over the music, waving at Pawnee, “over here! Got you yer drink!"

Pawnee weaved his way over to her and grabbed both of their drinks. He put them aside and then crushed Frieda in a bear hug, picking her off of her feet, and holding her aloft, spinning her around.

“I’m stronger than ya thought right? Ya miss me?” Pawnee teased. He let her go and took a quick drink, pounding it back, “gettin really crowded in here. Want some fresh air? Yah were talking about sunrises and sunsets. Wanna go see my place? Quietly drink under da stars? Jus da two of us. . . .”

Pawnee made a lewd wink at Frieda and then giggled, nodding towards the open doorway.

OOC: I'll be out for a lil, but feel free to accept or decline

[kiss my weasel]

Cristian ‘Cris’ Ramesh
Celeste’s Diner
Evening

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

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

The pimply youth looked like he’d had a rough time, and his big eyes looked up at Cris hopefully. Cris raised an eyebrow. “Good guess.. Yes, I suppose I’m Grayditch’s new town doctor.”

Celeste shuffled over to their table and placed a plate each in front of Cris and Ryler. "Something to soak up that vodka," she winked at Cris. Cris’ lips pursed a little at the playful jab. She turned her attention to Ryler.

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

Cris took a bit of the mirelurk meat and noodles, slightly distracted by the ample commotion in the diner; the return of the drunken power armour-encased Pawnee and Frieda, a strange, ravenous youth in slave clothes who gulped down some food and disappeared, a new girl and an older man who planted himself next to Jesse. Cris smirked a little as he noticed Vee, seated next to Jesse, nod respectfully to the newcomer before leaving the diner for her usual after-meal smoke.

Cream sauce could use a bit more flour… Pretty thin. Maybe some seasoning. Still, better than what we’ve been eating lately.

“Well, what kind of background do you have, son? Any medical experience?” Cris asked turned his attention back to Ryler.

[Lilit Ager]

OOC: The vault kid is not the Lone Wanderer

Alexander Scalatti-Evening

The town of Greyditch finally came into view. It was a semi large town. not as big as Rivet City, but large enough. Alex took a sip out of his canteen, which had a embedded 101 on it.

Damn Vault kid, he had to kill that man in Megaton. Alex reached for his notebook. Not much was om the first page, just some "evidence" well, hardly evidence. Most was just a list of last known locations from the trader's family. They came into Alex's office sobbing yesterday, and told Alex everything but where he went. They said that the trader went into the D.C ruins, but on a safe route. That put raiders and mutants out of the question.

Alex needed a place to sit down as it was unusually hot today. He found a stump, and plopped onto it. Greyditch, although close, felt like it was actually getting farther and farther away. He was not used to walking this far as he mostly rode a brahmin, or at least put his junk onto it.

After a five minute rest, Alex began to walk again, the old Washington Monument to the rear.