[u][b]Mary's House - towards the end of the attack. [/b][/u]

[color=00a651]>92% CHARGE REMAINING
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> Diagnostic complete: All Systems nominal
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>Beginning startup .....done.
>ADVISORY!! System Downtime 108 years 4 months 12 days 18 hours 6 minutes 39 seconds! 
>ADVISORY!! Last duty assignment update 108 years 4 months 13 days 12 hours ago! Contact supervisor for reassignment immediately!
>ADVISORY!! MasterControlMainframe@sandyhomesconvalescent.us.net not responding! File trouble ticket with supervisor immediately! 
>ADVISORY!! SysAdmin has been changed to rnoel@robco.us.net
>ADVISORY!! SysAdmin has changed supervisor to mhawthorne@robco.us.net
>Good Morning, Jeeves! 
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>You have 0 Duty assignments pending! Report to supervisor for reassignment![/color]

Jeeves activated it's optical sensors and looked around, immediately realizing that it was not at the Home anymore...it was sitting in what appeared to be the living room of a private residence on Federal Street, across town, based on the crumbing edifice....St Peter's Episcopal Church....clearly visible out of the front windows. Peering out of the window was a young woman in a bathrobe, leaning unsteadily on a double barrel shotgun nearly as long as she was tall. "In the distance, Jeeves detected sounds that it's logic center told it was gunfire. 

"Ma'am", Jeeves intoned as it floated up to it's usual height, "Is there a Civil Disturbance in progress? Should I dial the police?"

The woman whirled around, beginning to bring up the shotgun, but she paused when she realized it was just the robot she had turned on. 

"There are no police anymore, ye infernal contraption!", she said in a slurred voice, taking a couple steps towards the robot, "Start the other one up, these damn idiots stirred up the Deathclaws and led them right into town!" 

Now that he could see her face....Jeeves realized this woman was, according to it's database, his supervisor. She was also clearly intoxicated...if her degraded motor functions and flushed face weren't proof enough, Jeeve's built in breathalizer told it she currently had a BAC of .18 and was severely intoxicated.

"Miss Mary!", Jeeves said archly as it reached out with it's manipulator arms to take a hold of the weapon, "You, Ma'am, are drunk! I insist you give that firearm to me for safekeeping at once, before an accident happens!"

"Stupid robot!", Mary bellowed as she struggled against the implacable robot. to her fury, it managed to trip the lever and  open up the breech, so that she couldn't fire it, "Get your hands off my shotgun! Do you have any idea how much danger we're in? there are Deathclaws roaming the streets looking for someone to eat!"

"You're talking nonsense, Miss Mary", Jeeves replied brusquely, "There is no such thing as a deathclaw!"  

 “They're real”, a voice came from behind. Jeeves rotated a optical sensor to look, near the door was a very young woman, with a stricken look on her face. Jeeves also noted that she appeared to be wounded. 

"You appear to be injured, Miss!", Jeeves said, alarmed, "Should I call a ambulance for you?"

“I need to go home”, she said, then turned and walked outside, closing the door behind her. Preoccupied with the struggle with it's drunken, gun-wielding supervisor, Jeeves, reluctantly, did not follow. After a short struggle, Miss Mary let go of the shotgun and heaved, putting both hands over her mouth, wide-eyed in horror as she realized she was about to throw up. Forgetting the shotgun, she dashed up the stairs, stumbling for the bathroom. Now in possession of the shotgun, Jeeves unloaded it and floated up the stairs after Miss Mary. Hearing retching noises from a bedroom, Jeeves floated in, placing the shotgun on the bed then entering the bathroom where he found his supervisor on her knees before the toilet, violently throwing up into it. 

"At least she managed to do that right", Jeeves mumbled under it's breath to itself. "Whatever possessed Mrs Perkins to hire her escapes me, let me tell you!" 

Jeeves waited patently until Miss Mary was finished, then cleaned her up and helped her into bed, where she almost immediately passed out. Placing her on her side so she wouldn't choke on her own vomit should she begin throwing up again, Jeeves picked up the shotgun and floated out of the room, closing the door behind it. Putting the old weapon back in it's place above the fireplace, Jeeves looked around with a disapproving eye. Though the residence showed signs of having been recently cleaned, it had clearly suffered from years of neglect. While it's supervisor slept, Jeeves began to examine the house, to identify any problems that it could bring up to Miss Mary...who hopefully would be more reasonable once she sobered up.