[h3]One Week Prior - Gonzales, Northeast of Orleans[/h3]

Dr. Franklin Arlington III and his ever-loyal bodyguard Scar had arrived in the rugged town of Gonzales on their way to the trading hub of Orleans. Seeing this as a fine time to set up shop for a day, they assembled their makeshift stand in the town centre. Their quick construction had assembled a crowd of townsfolk, just in time for Franklin to unveil their "product" to the mass of people.

"Ladies and gentleman, children and grandparets, I am Dr. Franklin Arlington III! I come to you from far to the North, where my compatriot and I unearthed a brand new product: Nuka-Cola Lemon!" With these words and a flourish, he revealed to the crowd a selection of sealed Nuka-Cola sodas, each with a bright yellow coloring in the encased liquid. "Found deep in the bowels of a Nuka-Cola factory in the ruins of Nashville, this soda contains the long-lost pre-war fruit flavor of the mysterious Lemon! Tangy and sour at first, but with a quick shot of sweetness, Nuka-Cola Lemon is sure to bring a delightful taste to your next meal, perfect for those of all ages!" The crowd of townspeople absolutely adored Franklin's little speech, and were quick to buy up every single bottle of the new soda. After collecting their decent-sized caps payment from the town, Franklin and Scar were quick to vacate the scene, just in time too, as the first bottle had been opened. With a gulp, a spit take, and a bit of gagging, a single cry of anguish and anger trailed their successful escape.

"It's a fucking bottle of piss!"
[hr][h3]Present Day - Orleans Proulx District[/h3]

Arriving in Orleans, Franklin and Scar once again began to set up their ramshackle booth. It didn't gather nearly the same crowd as before, sharing many a trait with the other peasant vendors in the District. Once it was done, Franklin again began to shout out advertisements of his wares to the passers-by. "You there, sir! Yes, you! You look like you could use a new weapon. A fully-functional, fresh-out-the-box Laser Pistol, only 150 Caps!" "Madam, you look like a woman of distinguished taste. This stunning Pre-War Dress would look perfect on you, only 65 Caps!" As the crowd around his stand slowly grew, Scar's intimidating feature was capable of warding off most of those demanding refunds for their broken products.

([Master Trader] for seeing how much money they collect, [Terrifying Presence] to keep all but the most rough-and-tumble hecklers away)

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