It had started out being one of those days. Wake up first thing in the morning pulling a magazine off his face and getting ready for the day. All started off being nice and innocent. Slapping in a holotape for a goodie but an oldie, John went about brushing his teeth, banging his head, and stubbing his toe all just getting ready for the day. on his way out the door shut a bit early and bonked him on the head. rounding the corner before class he'd smack square into the wall having rounded it too soon, and the bottle of nuka cola he had practically exploded when he popped the top in class. and while he saved the cap and managed to drink some, pretty much the entire bottle was wasted. After the GOAT though, things got strange.

John was the last one to submit his test scores on the last day of class and sure enough the computer had issues. submit the scores, computer crash. reboot the computer and call up his name. displays the page for about a second, and crashes. pull it up again after a reboot, crashes. again, crashes. after finally managing to keep the damn thing stable long enough to copy the data code down into his pipboy John was tired of wasting time. "So, Jukebox technician eh? time to get to work then". bringing up his pipboy he'd load in the job and soon  enough he'd  have little landmarks for each and every radio and jukebox in the vault. a little vault boy with a happy face and  a thumbs up stood next to every radio and jukebox that was working... while a sad and gloomy vault boy with a rain cloud over his head stood next to the ones that were broken. Smiling as he saw there was work to be done he'd tap the screen and set a waypoint to his first task... causing him to feel a slight jolt and tingle in his arm, shaking his head he could see words appearing in the air in front of him like some kind  of hallucination. "New Quest" it said. "Back on the air" it added shortly after in yellow text. shaking his head a bit the words would fade and John felt compelled to go in a certain direction. opening up an old  maintenance clauset he'd duck in and grab a tool box and a wrench nearly the size of his leg. 

Heading out on his "new quest" John stopped by the diner. while it's jukebox was in perfect working order, it did have a few extra holotapes it didn't seem to ever use. more energetic stuff instead of the drab slow go music  that most of the upper levels seemed to have. slapping those spare holotapes into his vault suit's pockets he'd pull one out and open up his pipboy's holotape reader. removing the tape he previously had in he'd  slip the new music in and turn up the volume on his pipboy. though as gunshots rang out his mom's words ran though his ears. "now son, you're one of the bigger boys in your class so it's your  job to look after the smaller ones. you keep them safe now you hear?" the words rang in his ears as the sound of gunfire went off and the music started to play on his pipboy. looking down to his map he'd start configuring a few things as he tried to zero in on the smallest person he could remember from class...Mary... then there was Osaki. Sure big tall dude coming to the rescue was cleshay, but his mom would have his head on a plate next to a fancy lad snack cake if he didn't.

Running down the hall fast as he could John would call out their names, holding tight to his massive wrench and tool box.  "MARY! OSAKI!" he'd shout... fixing the radios and juke boxes was secondary.... he had to find those girls and make sure they were safe. ref or no, didn't matter to john. 

(( music playing: [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWRCnzCiFPE[/url] ))