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In From The Fog: A Fallout Far Harbor Roleplay

OOC: Did a 50/50 roll for the discount. Failed that one. Sneak check I gave a 5/6 chance for success. Passed that one. Did another 50/50 check for barter and failed that one as well. But since its just an easy trade, I won't punish James that much.

Sandra Lee - Lee's Guns and Ammo

"Seems abit steep." James replied "Especially since I plan on using these weapons to defend the town, like I did with Connie earlier on when she was attacked by a feral wolf."

"Is that so?" Sandra replied, unimpressed, "Well then you should probably know her name is Corrine and not Connie. You ain't fooling me mainlander. You think you're getting overcharged? Well you are. To anyone else on the island it'd be 1,000 caps but you get the mainlander tax because well, thats how it works around here. At least in my store."

"I'll back minute, just need to fetch something."

"Yeah sure take your time, not like I'm trying to close up or anything..." Sandra replied.

After a few minutes the mainlander returned toting a shotgun, "You should easily be able to get 200 caps if not more this, so 150? for the shotgun and the rest of the bill I'll pay in caps."

Sandra looked it over, "Doesn't look like much....but fine, I'll give you something for it. 100 caps, take it or leave it."

Sandra put all the guns and ammo in a small burlap sack and handed it over to James once he'd forked over the rest of the caps,

"Here. Now let me close up for the night." She said gruffly.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Dr. Arthur West - Ace's Diner

"I'll help." Came a gruff reply from a new face amongst the crowd of townspeople in the Diner. The scarred man had been the only one to offer any help to the weary Doctor West. Arthur was crestfallen at the seeming lack of interest or concern for the injured woman in the Diner. Instead of stopping to help or assist with his plea for medical supplies, they'd simply continued to go about their business, acting as if the young woman wasn't bleeding her life away on the floor.

The surface never ceases to surprise with its barbarity.. he thought to himself.

"Thank you," Arthur said, turning to the man who had made the offer, "We need to do this gently. I hate to move her at all, but I need to get her to a better spot to treat her injuries. And the clinic is right across the road. We can do it together."

“Is it really THAT bad…?” the woman had asked slowly, “I mean, I haven’t passed out yet. That’s a plus. The worst part is I’m meant to be a medic myself, if those fuckwads hadn’t taken my stuff.”

"I won't know for certain how bad your wounds are until I can examine them closely, but to put it bluntly, yes: it looks that way," Arthur replied simply, "Now lets get you moved."

Carefully, Arthur and the volunteer moved the wounded woman out of the Diner and into the first floor of the Salem Church. Arthur motioned for them to lay her down on a makeshift bedding that was laid out on the wooden floor of the church and he immediately set to work. He used what supplies he had on him to stabilize her condition as best he could. He had only a single shot of Med-X which he used to help dull her pain and a stimpak to help boost her body's own natural healing processes. However, he had very little anti-septic to help treat the wounds and prevent infection, as he'd used most of it on Eliza. The lack of supplies that he'd mentioned back in the diner hadn't been a lie, and he found himself woefully unable to fully treat the woman. Just as he'd said.

"I've stopped the bleeding for now. But I'm going to need more anti-septic and some fresh clean bandages if we want to ensure you don't get hit with a nasty infection later." He shook his head in disappointment, "I can't believe they did nothing..." in a low voice he then added, "..sometimes I wonder if we weren't right.."

Arthur then turned his attention to the man,

"What did you say your name was? Or...did you say it at all? I'm sorry I'm afraid I can't remember...listen thank you for your assistance, but I'm afraid I need to ask one more favor of you. I saw an old pre-war retirement home when I first came here. I believe one of the townspeople is turning it into an inn of sorts right now...in any case, its the closest thing I can think of right now which might have some medical supplies to scavenge. Can you please go to the owner and ask her to send what she can spare to the Church? Clean linens, medicines, or anything that can be used as bandages. I need more supplies. I have two patients who are being treated for gunshot wounds and I need help."

War Never Changes

Titus Crassus - Queastor of The Legion

“Greetings, esteemed guests, and welcome to the second day of the New Vegas Convention. I open the floor to any delegates willing to make announcements and-or begin discussion.”

Once House had begun speaking, Titus had immediately focus his attention on the terminal from whence the voice of self-proclaimed King of The Mojave was emanating from. As much as he might try to deny it, it was hard to argue that despite having created a den of vice and sin, for perhaps no other reason than self-aggrandizement, House had a commanding presence about him. He was as intelligent as he was wealthy, and maybe his 'personal' (albeit indirect) attendance would ensure a far more productive and focused day than the previous had been.

Following House, Titus spoke first,

"If I have the floor, I would like to make a formal proposition to the assembled delegates here," He began, speaking as calmly and eloquently as would be expected for a Queastor, "My request is simple. I wish for this assemblage of nations and peoples to formally, and officially, denounce the New California Republic and its junior President Kimball, for its actions both at this summit and militarily in Arizona. By sending a rude and uncouth impostor to stand-in for its weak and ineffectual President, it has insulted every single member of this summit and has spurned both diplomatic and common courtesy. Furthermore, the preemptive invasion of Arizona, which was underway well before their delegates even sat down for the so-called 'peace negotiations' was an affront to the the very purpose of this meeting itself, and a direct insult to all parties involved."

Titus paused for a few moments, letting his words stand for the delegates to contemplate before he continued with gusto,

"If we here, now, as assembled nations of this continent, issue a formal denouncement of The NCR and their foolish actions here, we will be sending a message to the NCR people. No doubt Kimball will try and spin his actions, and those of his minions, as some sort of heroic struggle back home. Something that he was forced in to to protect his people or defend his nation. Or some other such utter nonsense. I wish the NCR people to know and understand just who is responsible for the current state they are in and who will have been the direct cause of their torments to follow. President Kimball Jr..."

In From The Fog: A Fallout Far Harbor Roleplay

Sandra Lee - Lee's Guns and Ammo

“Don’t worry this will be quick, I need two of those level action rifles and about... 200 bullets.”

200 should be enough for now at least

"Hmm. Sure thing," Sandra said gruffly as she pulled down the rifles and slapped a few boxes of .45-70 ammunition on the counter, "That'll be 1300 caps. I hope you've got the money to cover that up-front because I don't do IOU's with mainlanders. Harbormen only."

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Dr. Arthur West, Salem Church Clinic

With Eliza seemingly in good hands and the two women obviously enjoying each other's company plenty enough without him, Arthur took the time to finally give himself a break. He'd been up all night and had barely eaten anything since yesterday evening. He was starving. While the two women were....distracted, Arthur quickly fetched his pack and took it around to the upper church mezzanine, and dug into it. He pulled out the box of nutritional supplements and eagerly took another pill like a chem addict taking a hit of his drug of choice. He couldn't think about rationing right now, he needed energy and he needed it now. And he certainly didn't want to have any surface food right now.

"Doc?" Arthur looked up to see Barney standing off in the doorway of the upper floor.

Arthur froze in place and slowly tucked the box away and hoped that Barney hadn't seen the imprinted vitruvian symbol.

"Uh...yes? What is it?"

"Ace is lookin' for you. He says a woman needs help over at the Diner."

Arthur sighed, "A physicians work is never done I suppose..."

"Pardon doc?"

"Nothing. I'll be right there." Arthur set his pack down and went back into the room where Eliza was recuperating, "Excuse me Miss Eliza. I'm afraid there's someone injured down at the Diner. I need to go. You should be quite alright given your current condition, but make sure you don't do anything too strenuous. You need plenty of rest to fully recover. I should be back shortly."

With that Arthur grabbed his medical bag and walked briskly across the street to the Diner. He entered through the doors and looked around, he tried his best to hide his fatigue. His eyes immediately fell on the injured woman.

Oh dear.... he thought to himself.

He knelt down next to her and opened his bag. The woman's injuries were nearly as severe as the ones he'd just treated on Eliza. And he'd used quite a few of his spare medical supplies on her,

"I don't have what I need to treat her," He said looking around the diner, "I used up nearly all what I had treating the Eliza girl. I need bandages, Med-X and anti-septic. And I'll need someone to help her to the clinic, a gurney to lay her on would be helpful as well. No need to take her to the second floor, I can move what I need down to the first quickly enough."

War Never Changes

Thomas's AI Holotape - Lucky 38 27th Floor

“Jesus, Thomas. Are you certain that these words are not being uttered by your real mouth?” Robert scoffed and addressed the algorithm again. “I am glad that you feel the same way as I. Technological visionaries must rule our progression into the future – the lion’s share of these pretenders wouldn’t know what to do with the breadcrumbs of the old world, even if they possessed them.”

"I'm glad you agree, although I expected nothing less." The voice replied

Mr. House looked at Jane. “Jane, I want you to prepare for the transfer of my transmission to the Gourmand. Day Two is underway and I am nearly done conversing with Dr. Milburne.” He returned his vision to the holotape. “I will be pleased to see what we can accomplish together, Thomas, but I have to admit that your creation does not sound infallible; you dropped these ‘synthetics’ on my doorstep, but if you had not intervened, they would have lived an entire lifetime outside of your jurisdiction. My securitrons do not have the mental capability to stray from their goal. I have no need for subterfuge with them – they only know their programming.”

"You touch it with a needle Robert. One of the many reasons I wished to contact you. But that will have to be a conversation for another time I'm afraid. The intricacies of this...problem, necessitate an in person conversation. Speaking vicariously through an AI system will not do. Although, if I'm being honest, the Synths were in never in unsafe hands. The guards of 'Don Salvatore' for instance, did you notice that they did not react? They are synths as well, but a different kind of synth...Institute Coursers. But..more on that later."

“I have forged an alliance with the Midwestern Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel, a partnership that is very valuable to me. They are perhaps the only post-war children whom I would deem worthy of scouring through old world tech. Unlike their western power-armored contemporaries, they seem to have a meticulous grasp on the use and progression of technology, as I. Therefore, if we are to parlay, then we will have to open a conversation with the Brotherhood of Steel…it doesn’t take the logic of RobCo’s founder to understand that the concept of your ‘synths’ could confuse or even anger their leader, ‘Barnaky’.”

"The Brotherhood of Steel..." the voice's tone scowled out the name with spite, no doubt reflecting the deep-seeded emotions of the man it was emulating, "Now this I'm afraid does disappoint me Robert. That you would associate with such people. Hooligans who've scavenged from United States military equipment and thought this gives them a right to police the world. To think they know better than us? Hmmph. My time in this wasteland has been relatively short and I've already encountered their zealotry first-hand. I would be wary of them Robert, very wary."

“If you want your work to run alongside mine, then let us truly speak. This coded program of yours is impressive, but superficial. I have a summit to attend to.”

"Agreed. Until our next meeting...or rather, until our first meeting....goodbye Robert. Units. Reinitialize 'Cosa Nostra' subroutine. Authorization code Omega 3 1 Nova. ."

The voice of the program cut out as a series of jazzy notes began emanating from it, followed by the lovely voice of a young woman. The synths that had been Salvatore, Antony, and Lucia suddenly stood back up straight, looking a bit dazed but otherwise unaffected.

"What...uh...what happened?" Salvatore asked.

"The meeting went very well Don Borgio," one of the guards responded, in a strangely monotone sounding voice, "Mr. House agreed to your proposal. Don't you remember? He was also quite pleased with Lucia's performance holotape and wished to have her sing a number at The Aces Theatre for Vegas to enjoy."

"Oh yes...yes of course," The Don replied, "I remember now. Excellent!"

Antony rubbed his head, confused. He didn't remember any of that happening....and then he did. The memories came flooding back to him quickly. He remembered House and his father talking, House enjoying Lucia's melody...of course, how could he forget?

"The Aces Theatre..." Lucia said dreamily, "I can't wait!"

"The summit is resuming shortly," The guard said as he walked over to the holotape player and popped the tape out of the tray. He then slid it into his suit jacket pocket, "We should return to the Gourmand as quickly as possible Don Borgio."

"Ah yes! Lets! Come children, we shouldn't delay." With that, the group of 'New Yorkers' immediately departed the Lucky 38 and returned to the Ultra Luxe, where they once more took their seats and listened as House spoke. To all the world, and themselves, they were nothing more than a crime family from New York looking to make it big. They were real again.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Dr. Arthur West - Salem Church Clinic

Arthur had tailed closely behind the group of would-be-rescuers as they took the injured woman back to the clinic. The man carrying her, Steve, had carried her up the steps and to the second floor. Arthur made a mental note that once he'd gotten the chance, he needed to move his equipment to the first floor and keep the second as his personal quarters. He'd been meaning to do just that but unfortunately, there really hadn't been any time to do so. Things had been hectic with treating patients ever since he'd arrived in the town.

Arthur immediately set to work treating Eliza. The bleeding in her leg and abdomen had been stopped, and thankfully, it appeared the bullet had traveled clean through in her leg without nicking a major artery. However, the bullet wound she'd taken to her back was more severe, and this is the one that had Arthur the most concerned. The bullet was still lodged somewhere inside her torso and he might have to perform surgery to remove it. Surgery in these conditions, however, was less than ideal and the risk of infection was always looming overhead, and it could quite possibly kill her rather than help her. He silently cursed the non-sterile environment he was forced to work in and the lack of equipment. If only they were in his old lab...these injuries would be no more severe than a flea bite when compared to the medical technology back at The Institute.

Arthur's concentration was broken with the arrival of visitors to the clinic, one in particular seemed very concerned about the woman, who he'd learned as named Eliza.

“Thank you, all if you. Doc, if she needs anything at all, blood, anything I can give her from me, I don't care what it is, even if it kills me.” She wiped her cheeks, “Don't let her die, please, I will do anything. You name your price, I'm good for it Doc.”

"Yes...well," Arthur cleared his throat, "The wound she's suffered are grievous, but she stands a good chance of survival. My clinic is not near the level of medical equipment that I'd like to have, but I still should have what I need to treat her. If you are serious about the blood transfusion, then I'll need to ensure you have a compatible blood type...in either case we don't have much time. So please...hold out your hand so I can prick a sample..."

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The following morning

Arthur had worked frantically throughout the night to save Eliza. Using all his medical skills and training to do what he could for her. Given his lack of equipment and the less-than-ideal conditions they were under, he was quite proud of his work. The transfusion had been a success and Arthur had also managed to clean and treat both of wounds to the point where she was now in stable condition. He hadn't dared risk a full surgery to remove the pieces of the bullet that had still remained, but he had done what he could. She was now bandaged all around her torso and leg and had several intravenous tubes inserted into veins in her wrists. Both for the transfusion and for a bag of IV fluid.

Arthur was in the process of changing out the empty IV bag when the two women had awoke,

"Good morning Ms. Eliza," He said, as cheerfully as he could, "You survived the worst of it I'd say. There was a few times in the night where you had me worried, but your condition is quite stable now. I expect you should recover nicely."

As he spoke, he clasped a blood pressure gauge to her upper arm and began taking a reading.

"Much better," He said with a smile.

“I’m still here Hun. If the Doc says it’s alright, I will wash you up later. Maybe even be able to take you to my place, but only if the Doc says I can.”

"....Oh..well," Arthur said awkwardly, his previous medical professional was replaced with an unsteady tone as he realized that he was an apparent 'third wheel' of sorts in this situation. He cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure, "I expect she'll need a few more hours to recover before I can release her in good conscious. And even then she will still need to be cared for carefully, but of course, I can't stop you if you wish to leave now Ms. Eliza. It is up to you."

In From The Fog: A Fallout Far Harbor Roleplay

Brooks - The Bait Shop

“don’t worry Pal I also plan on spending abit here but with the atom attack we are gonna need all the guns and ammo available ... err do you know where Sandra is? She’s not in the shop”

"Might have taken off for a bit what with the recent hubbub going down at the docks. I expect she'd be back soon though." Brooks replied.

James then reached into his overcoat’s pocket and pulled out a bag of caps and two cartons of smokes “I’ll go find her in a minute in the meanwhile however I’ll 100 rounds of 10mm & a Mag, 4 combat amour chest pieces, 32 units of lead, 6 bottle of wondeglue and about 20 screws. Or if you have the leaded combat chest pieces I’ll just take them instead, will save me the trouble and time of having to assemble them.”

"I've got one old piece of combat armor for sale someone managed to scavenge up and that's it," Brooks replied, "This town ain't exactly swimming in military surplus after all. I've can probably get a few makeshift metal ones whipped up for you though. Almost as good as the real thing. The rest of the stuff I think I can pull together pretty easily. That'll be 800 caps total."

Sandra Lee - Lee's Guns and Ammo

After finishing his business at Brooks James followed his instructions and found Sandra lee "excuse me, Sandra lee? Is your store still open I'd like to buy some guns and ammo."

A sullen looking woman stepped up to the counter and looked James in the eye,

"I suppose so. But make it quick, I want to get everything locked up before nightfall."

War Never Changes

Titus Crassus - Queastor of The Legion

"Titus Crassus, this is Victoria Bearhorn, leader of the second largest standing army in Alaska. I've heard raiders are regarded as barbaric pests, but her kind differs from the scattered bands of marauders that dot the wastes. Her Guild has rebuilt city blocks and returned stability to our harsh land..." North gazed upon the opening doors as the King entered and took his seat. "I think we're about to start. Perhaps I can arrange a meeting with your Caesar afterwards."

"Ah, your general is a woman...interesting.." Titus said, noting the obvious. Although looking at the amalgamation of technology and human standing before him, he wasn't sure that it truly was, "Yes Mr. Ashland, perhaps once Caesar returns from the war victorious, I might arrange a meeting between the two of you. Your....Al-aska..sounds to be a fascinating place."

Thomas's AI Holotape - Lucky 38 27th Floor

“Very well. If it is to be later before we truly speak with each other, then I will banter with this coding you’ve written.” He proceeded. “Then Thomas, I must ask, to what extent has your research exceeded. Have you created your own civilization of them? Your own world? Or are you just as humble and careful as I’d remembered.”

"Humble and careful? Now, now Robert there's no need for lies," The voice gave a laugh, "But I must be clear, the Synths are tools, exceptionally versatile and adaptable intelligence systems, but tools never-the-less. I'm afraid though, that I could never take credit for their creation or how they've developed. I created the initial prototype for the earliest version of the Synth, what we refer to as a 'Gen-1' Synth. These are far beyond that, and I admit that I'm still learning new things about them every day. As far as civilizations go however, there's much I could tell you and little I can do to capture the wonder of what I've seen. Its called The Institute, Robert, our old Alama Mater, CIT, and its far beyond anything in the wasteland. A last true bastion of science and technology in the world. Perhaps, given time, you might be able to see it, should you still be able to travel."

He paused again as he drew up another question. “And these ‘synths’ of yours…” He stared at the group of deactivated humanoids through his monitor. “They’re completely malleable? You can shape them…order them to do anything?”

"Yes, they can be programmed for almost any task and can emulate almost any person, real or imagined in both physical appearance and personality. There is, however, an....unfortunate side effect of their increased intelligence and articulation. Its one of the reasons I had sought you out again Robert. I will explain that in greater detail when the time comes, but for now, understand that the Synths are quite possibly one of the most advanced pieces of artificial intelligence this world has ever seen."

Robert House then managed a chuckle over his intercom. “I am impressed, Thomas. Surprised that you’ve found a way to taste immortality as I have, which I suppose I will ask later. But I am also surprised that you’ve been chiseling at the high-technology sectors. I am impressed.”

"I had hoped you would be," The voice replied, "People like us Robert...we're few and far between now. Echoes of the Old World, ghosts of the past. That's what these people call us. This wasteland....its a nightmare, a horror-show, full of degenerates and mutants, murderers and psychopaths...and all the while these new 'nations' if you can call them that, squabble over our country like rabid dogs fighting over the carcass of a long dead animal. It sickens me. But perhaps there is hope, hope that the Old World will reclaim what it had once lost. Hope that one day, the world will be ours again....and perhaps, just perhaps, we'll create a far better world, better even the one that existed before..."

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Dr. Arthur West

Arthur had quickly made his way back to his clinic, grabbed his medical bag and a few miscellaneous items he thought might help. He had no idea what state the woman was actually in so he tried to prepare for whatever situation might arise. After gathering what he could, he made his way back down to the first floor of the church and back outside. He start walking briskly in the direction that Lorelei and Steve had been heading towards.

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Moments later, he had arrived in the apartment complex and made his way up to where he heard noises emanating from. He found the two of them trying to help up the wounded woman, who was lying on a dirty bed and had clearly been bleeding profusely.

"Oh my..." He exclaimed, as he examined the scene, "We should get her back as quickly as possible to the clinic. I'm not sure there's much I can do here, assuming the area is even safe. Can you both manage to carry her? I'm afraid I don't have a stretcher of any kind. Mind how you do so as well...gently, very gently.."