[color=f26522]CELESTE BROWN[/color] -- Sandy Coves Inn

The robot led her through the nearest door and down the hall.  They passed a dining hall to the left, and a ruined room on the right.  Up ahead, a portion of the upper hallway had collapsed, blocking the way.  The robot paused.  "Huh.  That's...odd."  It spun around and began going back down the way it had come.  Celeste merely followed.  It led her back through the foyer, up the stairs, through the rest of the facility, back down on collapsed flooring, into the foyer, and...back through the nearest door, past the dining hall, to the destroyed section of the hallway.

"Huh.  That's...odd," the robot repeated, turning to go back down the hallway yet again.

"[i]What's[/i] odd?" Celeste panted, feeling winded from having to tail the robot's quicker pace.  It stopped and turned around to face her.

"You see, Manager Celeste, there used to be a manager's office right around...here..."  It turned around slowly, seemingly distracted by its own thoughts.  "I was certain it was here.  It seems strange that it would just [i]disappear[/i]."

"What about that room right there?" she pointed.  "I don't need an office, just a room like that.  Wouldn't that be okay?"

"I do suppose that might be all right.  Let's ask Mr. Orleans what he thinks, hm?  It's his room, after all."

Celeste followed the robot into the room.  It was as dusty and ruined as the rest of the building, but the window was surprisingly intact and the furniture was in decent condition.

"Ah, Mr. Orleans!  It appears that you [i]are[/i] in.  Manager Celeste is in need of some accommodations and she was asking about your room...if you don't mind relocating?"

Celeste popped out of the small bathroom, unused for centuries, turned the corner, and screamed.  "Mr. Orleans" was no more than a dried out skeleton, still slumped in an armchair.  Blood spatter stains were sprayed behind its head, the .44 pistol in its lap.  "Oh my god!" she shrieked.  "He's dead!!"

"He's what?" the robot asked, leaning forward to peer curiously at the skeleton.  Processes within the robot whirred and clicked, suddenly it rose and turned.  "Indeed you are correct, Manager.  Many apologies for this oversight!  It would seem my last system check is quite overdue.  Please stand by..."

Celeste blinked.  She had no idea what was happening as the robot suddenly became very quiet for several moments.  Eventually, it's "eyes" opened wide and the robot was back online.

"Ah, there we are.  It seems my temporal sensors had been frozen for quite some time."  It turned and looked at Mr. Orleans' skeleton once more.  "Poor bastard.  Well, let's get this cleaned up then, shall we?"

It took a good few hours for Celeste and the robot (mostly the robot) to get the skeletons of humans and broken down robots alike tossed out of the back door and into a trashy looking pile outside.  Celeste flopped onto the couch in the foyer, letting out a deep breath and wiping sweat off her brow.  The robot produced a Nuka Cherry from its stores and offered it to her.  

"What should we do next, Manager?" it prompted.  Celeste sighed.

"Oh, I don't know.  I'm pretty tired."

"Ah, that is understandable.  Humans do have a tendency towards physical exhaustion, it's only natural.  I'm here to assist you, just say the word, and I'll do it."

"Huh."  Celeste took a sip of the soda while she thought.  "Well, it's dusty all over the fixtures and the floors.  It probably makes sense to get those cleaned up, first, so we stop just pushing it around while we work."  She tapped her chin as she spoke.  "The linens are filthy.  Those should be the next to be changed."

"If I recall, there is an overstock of clean linens in the basement with the laundry facilities.  I will begin cleaning the rooms and then change the linens.  Any other requests, Manager?"

Celeste took another swig of her soda.  "Not yet.  I might go take a walk to get some fresh air.  Get those things done, and we'll go from there."

"Most reasonable, Manager.  See you soon, then!"

Celeste exited the double doors and took a deep breath of the outside air.  It had an unfamiliar, tangy scent and taste to it, but it was still refreshing compared to the dust and death of the interior of the inn.  She walked across the road and onto the sand, perching herself onto a rock.  She had lived near water her entire life, but the shoreline was rocky and unfriendly.  Something about the sandy beach was thrilling.  She stretched her legs out in front of her, sighed contentedly, and sipped on her soda.