Captain Uni

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@Hjalti
"I don't. What about you, Marv?" Lawrence asked Marvin. "Uh, let me check..." Marvin looks through his pack, before pulling out a laser pistol and some energy cells "Here you go." Then, Marvin handed it to Lawrence who then handed it to Vor. "So, we'll give you folks a day to think about it. We'll stay here, and twenty-four hours from now we'll be leaving with whomever decides to join us. We already have two that have decided, the super mutant and the wastelander, now the rest of you can decide."

@shadowsaint007, @Madly33, @Marcus XVI, @jordy0403, @EvilEdd1984, @Trevor1001, @Shadowman215, @TheUnknowable, @Letter Bee

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@Simple Unicycle Sorry, still getting used to tagging people in posts.

@Hjalti

It's a-okay. I had a bit of trouble at first too, but it gets easy after a few days.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

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Heh, probably a week from now.

@Letter Bee

Sweet. When you start writing, PM me. And whoever else you want to include, of course, [joke]but mainly me.[/joke]

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@Hjalti (also, just saying this but you might want to tag us when you post)
"Nope, we're still hunting those- *ahem* Anyway, sorry ma'am but no, we don't accept scrap, we still only want high-tech stuff." Lawrence replies. "Unless, of course, that scrap is technology. If so, then we'll pay a lot of caps for that..." After a few minutes of holding the Pilgrim in a position where the gun would be ready to be fired, Lawrence finally relaxes and slings it over his shoulder. "At ease, guys. We know these folks are peaceful." With that, Norman and Marvin holster their laser rifles. "Anyhow, the offers up to all of you. But after this whole Enclave situation is over, we'll be going back to our old ways: no mutants allowed." Lawrence would then sit down on a rock and light a cigarette, taking a drag from it.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@Eviledd1984
"We might. It's been a while since I checked the gear, years in fact. We might've built something that'd fit someone of your size, but I can't be sure; you'd have to come with us to the Sky Citadel... So long as you were willing to." Responds Lawrence to Ahab, who then looks once again towards Danny, "Need convincing... Well, I can't do that, but I think I might know someone we took to the Sky Citadel who might be able to... Hell, he told me about a ghoul and a guy matching you two," he points at Danny and Jinx, "said that he met you at the island a few days back. Had a robot with him and wore a Vault suit, you know him?"

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@Letter Bee
Well, I'd be glad to do it next time we have one... Whenever that'll be.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Also, just realized that some of the users that I've been tagging aren't even with the group (I.E. Vulkan, who's with the Enclave). I'll fix that up next time I do a mass tag.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@Letter Bee
Confused Unicycle is confused.

Still, nice little segment. I'd love for Albert, Tim (who'd be Seth Rogen, because obviously Tim himself couldn't appear and I imagine Tim as having Seth Rogen's voice) or Lawrence to show up if we have another one.

The Tavern: a roleplay designed to practice interaction

Waltzing into the tavern from a portal in the form of a wooden door (which disappears upon Wyatt's entering the tavern), Wyatt walks briskly to the bar. "'Ello guvs! I spot yor all from different dimensions than I..." Wyatt grumbles to himself about the excessive amount of fantasy characters when he's the only character from the 19th century, before speaking once again. "But I 'ope we can all just 'ave some drinks! Now, 'oo wants a bottle of scotch or four?" Jokes Wyatt, who takes a seat in a stool situated in front of the bar. He then calls out: "Barmaid! Tree bottles of scotch please!" While waiting for the drinks, Wyatt smokes a cigarette, putting it out once the drinks arrive. He then puts down fifteen pounds, five for each bottle, and starts to drink one.

The Tavern: a roleplay designed to practice interaction

Name: Wyatt Wilkins
Age: 34
Sex: Yes, please Male
Appearance: Click.
Bio: Wyatt is a British detective from a noir universe that is, and always will be, 1886 London. As with most detectives in noirs, Wyatt has a troubled past because it's a trope: his mother died at birth and his father was gunned down when he was 12. So, he joined the police force at 17, and became a detective (duh). He still hunts his father's killer today, deciding to never give up until he kills the man. Once he DOES catch the man (even though he never will, because plot reasons) he'll retire.
Personality: Described as a 'glass half-empty' kind of guy, Wyatt has a grim outlook on life and only took up detective work for a personal vendetta. While he acts depressing and shite, he does like to socialize and will talk forever if given the chance. He's an alcoholic, as well, and smokes cigarettes, the latter of which lead him to cough frequently. He speaks in a Cockney accent, which does tend to annoy some people.
Inventory: Suit, loafers, bowler hat, derringer (concealed in his suit), ten derringer rounds, twenty pounds, a pack of cigarettes (with only four cigarettes inside), a match book (with only seven matches inside) and a half-empty bottle of whiskey.