[center][i][h2][color=goldenrod][sub]✿ [color=0072bc][b]Dali[/b][/color] ✿[/sub][/color][/h2][/i][/center][hr][hr][right][i][color=lime]Bunker Hill_[/color][/i][/right][hr][hr] [i][/i] "[i]Curie?[/i]" Dali found herself jolting awake, the dirty mattress beneath her barely making a groan as she sat up. The Miss Nanny unit stirred-- shaking itself out of the odd personal hibernation state it went in whenever Dali took a nap-- as Dali herself blinked her eyes open. The pair had opted to spend the night at what was aptly called the [i]'Only place in town'[/i] - Inn. If one couldn't guess, it was the only place in town. The place was a rotted-out wooden shack, resting precariously above a rusted-out shack where the Inn-keeper Tony's father, hawked his watered down rotgut. Dali was new to the wastes-- it had taken her weeks to get to this point, and the ability of common people born out here, to sacrifice their own personal comfort for long term gain fascinated her to no end. That, and of course the capacity for absolute savagery in even the most pious she'd met. Aaand the smell. The smell was something she hoped she'd never have to get used to. She'd actually known a few of the traders here, it wasn't something she'd ever considered in being nice to all the Vault's visitors and simply doing her job as radio host. But since she'd 'left' she'd actually run into a fair few traders and caravan guards she'd made friendly with in her other life. The last few weeks had been challenging, had it not been for the kindness of people she was once kind to, she'd certainly be dead-- it was actually those contacts actually helped her get a deal on her 'room' for the night. Coupled with Tony's own interest in helping to bring about the absolute destruction of the Brotherhood... she [i]may[/i] have also lied a small bit, about her theoretical involvement with the Railroad. Hey! She paid 2 caps for this room! Apparently that was a deal, though she'd have priced it at much less... "What the hell was that?" Dali asked, contemplating whether or not she should bite the bullet and wake up, or go back to sleep. The mattress looked much worse in the daylight. "Old man Stockton snores, he said." Responded Curie, "I assume zat was a human snore." "Uggh..." Dali fell back on the bed. Curie was up, her little jet was already whirring its warm hum-- all three of her eyes looked down at her exiled companion. There was too much noise, and she could sleep while watched. Fuck-- she was up, "What time is it?" "According to my internal clocks: 2:00 pm." [i]Wait fuck.[/i] Dali immediately stood up-- changing from her t-shirt and jeans into her green cocktail dress-- becoming a tad ripped over repeated use in the wasteland over the last few weeks. She didn't wear much else with it, save for black thigh high stockings and her always present wrist-mounted pipboy 2000-- a tool that had come in handy so greatly the last few weeks she wasn't sure if it was even initially designed for sedentary life in the vaults. [i]Fuck-- she didn't have the time to think about this-- she needed to get the hell out of here.[/i] "Curie--!" Dail threw a messenger bag over her shoulder, "Why the hell did you wait to wake me up so late?" "I assumed we 'ad plenty of time to reach Croup Manor. I calculated the distance and your vitals, and you should be able to sustain jogging/walking speed to reach the manor in 5 & 1/5th hours!" She said gleefully. "Curiiieeee..." Dali whined, "I don't wannnaaa joooog! No one wants to jog! What kind of loser jogs to a place miles away following a map on their pipboy because of something they heard on the radio?" Curie initially didn't respond. Dali bet that somewhere in her circuitry, she was laughing at Dali's expense. As the pair set out, she chimed-- "Maybe if you 'adn't spent so much time in Goodneighbor..."[hr][hr][right][i][color=lime]Croup Manor_[/color][/i][/right][hr][hr] Dali and Curie made their way up the hill leading to the croup manor. By the time the two had arrived to Nahant-- Dali's back was sore from sneaking past so many dangers, and it was dark. The latter did not help the former one bit. So, when Dali's pipboy informed her that the location was a mere 50 meters away, she found herself elated at the idea that she could stand up straight again. The pair walked slowly up the hill, Curie remaining firmly behind her companion. [i]She couldn't be feeling nerves, could she?[/i] "So..." Curie asked... "You never got a lantern, what was your plan?" "Oh! Right." Dali rolled her eyes, "Thanks Curie, I almost forgot." Dali switched around her messenger bag, an brown, old, worn thing she had found a few seasons ago on a hunt for records. It was one of the few pieces of personal property she'd had to herself in the 'communal' Vault 81. Bringing around the wide portion of the bag to the front, she illuminated it with her pipboy light, revealing a boldly sewn logo-- the Railroad lantern. She'd figured it would count. As the pair walked further up the hill without being shot, a red headed sentry came into view, with a nasty looking gun pointed right at the two-- Dali stopped, and Curie followed suit, "Hi there," Dali brought the front of her bag to plainer view, "Didn't quite have the caps for a real one-- and you go scaving for something specific you never find it-- I figured this lantern works... for... [i]whatever[/i] this is?"