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A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve Cooper- Don’t fucks with Salem- early evening

“Was Fawkes one of the Eighty Sevens? Rook did battle with many of them. Strong, but stupid. Too straightforward in how they act. Like children with guns.”

“87? Or wait you mean "Orange" super mutants... Yes Fawkes was one of them, maybe even an original one since he had an old vault suit on although he was alot smarter than the regular orange mutants, much like you I guess.”

“Rook will put all his efforts into Salem. Rook won't let this town get taken by Deathclaw’s, raiders, or Adam Sons. Rook has beaten them all in the past, Rook can do it again.”

“Atom cultists” Steve corrected “But yeah you protect the town from bad people.”
I wonder if I could exploit this... perhaps later on...

Rook rooted around in his bag for a moment before pulling out a bit of red chalk. “Rook should get back to work, will have to ask others later on about if they have things for welding. Rook has found a lot of scrap steel we can use for wall making.”

“Could probably make an welder...” Steve replied “but good thinking with the chalk, mark out where the gates should go, I’ll stay up and call out if I think it’s an good spot or not. ”

Rook nodded before jumping off the building...

Steve had seen people in power armour jump down stair case before but that was one floor... this crazy mutant son of bitch had Willing Jumped off a three story and remarkably as Steve looked over the edge had landed okay and seemlying unhurt..... “Crazy motherfucker...”

Unaffected by jumping from a height that would kill a normal person Rook then made his way over to road and marked cement with a large red X. “Good Spot!” Steve called out.

One the main road, plenty of space for travellers but also defendable once wall is built

That was when Steve... and seemlying Rook as he quickly took off for his shack noticed a group of people approaching town but judging from armour and oddly coloured hair this wasn’t an group of traders but raiders... Likely scouts from a nearby camp.

Punk kids have no chance against Rook....

Deciding to get up close view of what would be an Blood-dome level beat down (no way those punks where gonna kill Rook) Steve opened up the Hotel roof hatch and climbed down. Making his way back down to the lobby Steve could here a twerpish voice; someone else had come to visit them. “Oh Celeste, thank you for the wheelchairs. I fixed two up and Shelby's girlfriend Eliza was allowed to leave the clinic because she didn't have to walk on her injured leg.”

“Heya twerp.” Steve called out as he walked down the staircase into the lobby and turned to face the short curvaceous woman “Madam, Rook is currently eliminating some raider scouts we spotted from the roof; please do not worry about the noises....They will be dead pretty quickly”

Steve then turned to Fēi nǚhái (ooc: Fly girl) who had seemlying just jumped out of bed, barley dressed and to the great disapproval of Steve... bare feet “First rule of combat, protect your feet.”

“I’ll go and check on rook although I don’t expect those raiders to much trouble for him, go put some shoes or something before coming out yourself.” Steve seemlying ordered to the woman before walking out of the Hotel.

As Steve had pretty much expected the raiders, including one who’d seemlying only been armed with a baseball bat (good luck against an super mutant with that) had been no match for rook. By the time Steve had left the hotel only three... No two where left, with rook literally destroying the third raider’s skull with a single punch.

Never get into an fist fight with an super mutant..

The Final raider put up his hands. “Woah woah woah!” He said, Rook stopping in his tracks. “I get it. I get it. We are not gonna show up here trying to extort caps. Fine, I get it... Lemme go and you won't see me again.”

With Rook seemlying hesitating Steve drew his Deagle Pistol “and how do we know you won’t just come back with a bigger group to extort us? Our wall isn't finished yet and it won't take you that long to round up a gang large enough to outnumber us... I have a better idea, how about we use you as an message.”

“An message?”

“Yeah, don’t fuck with Salem or you’ll end up dead. "Steve chuckled as he pulled the trigger.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve Cooper- Roofing with Rook- later Afternoon

“Rook was thinking one near Inn, here.” He pointed a short ways down the road, then drew a line with his finger all the way to where he was building the wall at first.

“Yeah that’s a good spot.”

“And another there, both ways in front of town, but town is surrounded by water, easier to protect town that way. Also, if we take barge and move it to other side of town, where bridge used to be, and lock it there, can be good way for people to leave in emergency.”

“Shouldn’t be too reliant on the water protecting the town, more people than you think can swim.” Steve replied as he looked down at the boat, unsure from up here if it was working or not. “Hadn’t considered using boat.... that could be useful but getting it working could be a bitch. Or do you already have it working?”

“Rook cannot build wall alone though. Rook is one person, and some times spots will take more than one person. Does Steve man know how to make cars work again? There are two truck cars on other end of town, would be helpful in moving materials.”

“Cars?” Steve said as scratched his hair and though for a movement “Never worked on a car before but I guess I could have a go? But even if I got a car-truck running do we have any fuel for it?

Pretty much everyone per-war seems to have a car so can’t be that difficult to fix. Fuelling it will be the bigger problem

Rook sat on the edge of the building, his legs hanging off as he looking over the landscape before them all and was oddly silent for several minutes “err.. Rook?” Steve asked but seemlying couldn’t get an reply out of the mutant.

"Long ago, Rook used to be in town many weeks from here. Rook helped to build wall, almost built entire wall himself. Towns people said Rook was only here to make them feel safe and lure other mutants there. They threw Rook out, shooting at him and being mean. Rook came back weeks later to try to talk it over, but Rook discovered town was gone. Deathclaw’s had moved in and killed people. Rook doesn't want to see that here.
Karma overlords an depressed super mutant...

“If that’s true then those people were short-sighted, cheap bigoted assholes...Fuck Building a wall would be counterproductive and make it alot bloody harder to raid the town...”

Assuming he’s telling the truth about that

“But if you built the wall anything like this one then you shouldn’t blame yourselves for their deaths... not your fault if they didn’t use it properly.”

Although even the Enclave with all their fancy gadgets and armour got slaughtered taking on a pack of deathclaws so they were probably fucked either way... those fucks can climb so walls would have been useless.

“You know I once met a friendly super mutant before... his name was Fawkes, he had a big Gatling laser and with the help of a Vault kid he stopped some bad people from poisoning the water in DC.... got an shiny medal and House in Canterbury for his heroics.”

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve cooper- The Hotel- Mid afternoon

“....and I’ll take care of the next group that makes the mistake of showing up too. In the meantime I’d suggest you keep those eyes up and turning, wink at me again and I’ll set them spinning.”

“Aggressive? I like that.” Steve said as he purposely winked at the woman again “and sure you, me and few others in town could take out the next group of stragglers that wander into town but what if they come in force Fēi nǚhái?”

Church has gotten alot more aggressive since the brotherhood kicked them out of DC

The small curvaceous woman who’d been hiding behind the desk cleared her throat. "I believe Rook is building the wall. Archie showed him to the roof but I, ah, haven't seen him, since. He might still be up there." She gestured towards the robot. "Could you show Mr. ... ah, what was your name? Up to the roof?"

“Steve, Steve cooper pleasure to meet you Madam.”

"Absolutely, manager! Mind the stairs, this way, please..." the robot turned and went up the stairs branching from the foyer.

“Robot do you know when those atom losers moved into the crater? How many there are? If they are attacking travellers on the road Might be a good idea to clean them out before they start causing trouble for the town...”

"Manager Celeste has named me 'Archie', which is just fine, sir. Now, a crater, did you say? Last I knew, the moon was inhabitable to most aerobic life forms. Did that change with the Great War?"

Why would I be asking about the moon...?

“No not the moon robot, the crater just outside of town by the lighthouse.” Steve groaned at the robot “fuck it... Command override vocal audio house, Robert access core programming"

No wait Robco didn’t make Mr. handy robot, crap what’s the code for them again?.... Should have written them all down...

“Forget it, just take me to the roof robot... although quick question, are you the only robot here? Does... Manager Celeste have other robots?

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OOC: @Callyx I'm not sure what rooks doing on the roof so left it vague.. will edit or remove this part if you decide to have rook leave before steve shows up.

Reaching the roof Steve spotted rook “Rook, the short madam downstairs... Celeste I think her name is said your building the wall? Good idea but you’re making a mistaking having three doors... We don’t have enough people yet to defend them all and will just make it easier for raiders to get in.”

Steve then walked over to the edge “Should have two doors at most, the main entrance on the road and side door on the beach.” Steve stated as pointed to places he though the wall doors should go.

Could also have a drop down ledge but need to figure out the right place to put that... maybe on the northern part of the wall?

“Apart for that looks like you’ve been doing an good job on the wall.... err Good work Rook.”

In From The Fog: A Fallout Far Harbor Roleplay

James William- James Vs the ugly Motherfucking creature at Night- Road

“Can’t see shit in fog...”

Leaving the dock the group was able to get though the remains of far harbour town without incident; it would appear Connie had been correct about the “Trappers” moving on and moved onto some type of per-war road. A short distance down the road the group approach what appeared to be a pond or perhaps reservoir? And judging by the various...Now rusted (And perhaps damaged since tracker indicated the vetibird had crashed somewhat close) condensers which presumably was or had been a key supply of water for the dock.

“Is this where you get water from?” James asked. If this was the only source of water then islanders where going to have to find another one.... perhaps whatever the atom cultist used? It’s not like their water could be any worst. Looking at the reservoir as they approached it James could see a number of seemlying glowing (and likey radiated) stalks... include one that began to move...

Before James could react the ground began to rubble, the moving plant James had saw violently shook up to surface of the water as some sort motherfucking ugly creature which had the glowing plant as horn of sort busted out of the water. The foul breath and rotting gore in its teeth suggested it hadn’t come to give them a ride across the pond.

Is that some sort of mutated frog?
Cocking his rifle James fired at the creature as it gave a loud roar and spat out some of last night’s dinner (or perhaps it was lunch?) at Brotherhood but thankfully he was able to Dodge the air flying gore... James however was not so lucky.

The UM creature roared again before charging at James and swiping at him with one of its malformed claw-like hands and stuck his left arm. James hadn’t brought arm armour at the shop, his coat didn't protect against this and his officer’s armour had been damaged since the brotherhood ambush several years ago. All this enabled the creature to easily tear though, crawling into James’s skin and knocking him back in the process.

Lying on the floor James glanced to his left... His arm was still attached but he oddly couldn't feel "all" of it but what he could feel HURT! and was difficult to move. looking at where the UM creature James could see several large claw sized slashes had dung deep into it his arm and were bleeding badly....

WARNING! 0b1111100111 Critical damage received Distress signal sent to Bureau 0b1111100111 0b1111100111

“arrgh.. fuck the distress signal I’m not dead yet.” James muttered to himself as he turned to face the Ugly motherfucking creature which had seemlying sensed James’s blood and looked ready to pounce.

"Fuck fuck fuck.... where’s my gun?"

With his rifle out of reach and pistol locked in its hostel James desperately search around his mangled arm for sawn-off shotgun, finding it just as the UM creature began to pounce James fired both barrels into the UM creature...

In From The Fog: A Fallout Far Harbor Roleplay

Captain James William- Armour giving!

"Looks like we're all here...so let’s get this show on the road", Steve said, as he turned on the device, and took a bearing with the compass on the direction it was in.

“Whilst Steve is getting that sorted I got everyone armour and modified it with lead plating, should help with those rad zapper things the atom fruitcake use.” James stated as he handed out the metal armour plates Connie and Brotherhood (OOC: gonna assume he already have Steve his) with James giving Connie the combat armour.

“Only had one combat chest piece... but the rest of us should be able to make do with metal plates until we get to the power armour....”

As Brotherhood put the armour and Connie (as foolish islander) stubbornly refused too Steve managed to pinpoint the direction that the signal was coming from. "It's that way....what would be the best way to precede, Corrine?"

Connie suggested following the road, which would hopefully be mostly clear due to the fog driving away “trappers” whoever they where and asked who should lead? And suggested James and Brotherhood. "You don't have to be at the front of the line fer that thing to work, right? Why don't we let James an' James take the lead."

Probably for the best...

“Well we do probably have the most combat experience and in brotherhood’s case the better weapon but make sure nothing sneaks up on Steve if he’s gonna be focusing on that radar device...”
Or us for that matter

Drawing his new purchased 1895 level action rifle James turned to brotherhood “Let’s get moving before it gets too dark to see the road.” He stated before slowly walking down off the dock and into what use to be the town of far harbour....or perhaps it was called something else before the bombs?

"Remember, just stay on the road,"

“Main Road might be the safest route but I someone doubt your vetibird would have conveniently crashed next to it for us...Perhaps we could find a side road or something to follow?"

better than wandering off the Road..

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve Cooper - The Sandy cove- Mid afternoon

For a few moments there was no answer only for the doors to then magically swing off, catching Steve off guard for an movement as a robot, handyman model appear and cheerfully stated "Hello, and welcome to the Sandy Coves Inn! Do come inside."

“Yè lì bàzhǔ could have told me you gonna do that robot.”

Holstering his pistol Steve flicked away the butt of his cigarette and walked inside the “sandy coves inn” as the robot called it, looking around it appeared much clearer than the other places in the Salem, no doubt due to the robot’s hard work over the last 200 years.

Should ask about buying the bot ... would make an good bartender

In front of Steve was main reception area with a small but notably curvaceous woman with curly brown hair and blue eyes standing (or hiding?) behind the desk and appeared to be slightly neverous.

Probably hid in here during the gunfight

Standing in front of the desk a new woman... some sort of scavenger/Merc wearing an pilot jacket who oddly looked somewhat like Eliza although less.... curvaceous than her or the short girl.

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( Wild wasteland add-on: Somewhat Oddly however she was completely covered in mud but was notably slimmer than her younger sister :D )
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“Greetings ma’dam and Fēi nǚhái” steve said as he winked at both girls

“Like I said outside I was coming up here to find out who was building that wall, whoever’s building that is making an mistake with the three doors.... Anyway getting back to topic I heard some gunfire and came to investigate but it seems you killed them already...or alteast this group"

Steve then turned to the Handy man robot, since it had likely been here for the last 200 years “Robot do you know when those atom losers moved into the crater? How many there are? If they are attacking travellers on the road Might be a good idea to clean them out before they start causing trouble for the town...”

Pleasure den won’t matter if those freaks decide to purge us for the holy atom....

Hider

Chinese words, Karma overlords and Fly girl

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve Cooper- Revenge Stage 1- Diner- Early Afternoon

Unfortunately for Steve and perhaps Betty “Mr Killjoy” Acey step in, breaking up the fight before Betty could strike back and then left the diner with angered one. Even worst however was that Acey had left before Steve’s meal could be made.

Once they had gone, seemlying heading to the beech Steve turned to Betty, who was resting an ice bag against her bruise mark “I might have a way for you to get back at The Little twerp if you’re interested? She’s been threatening my business as well.”

“Whatever it is count me.”

"All civilians please deescalate the situation and evacuate the premises."

Steve turned around to see... well he wasn’t quite sure what the “man” seemlying with a robotic skeleton (or alteast skull was). Steve assumed he was some sort of synth, perhaps a prototype like valentine before the instuite had been able to create fully “human” or whatever they call them synths.
Valentine can’t have been the only prototype

"Greetings, I am the new town guard. What was the problem here?" the synth-man asked as holstered his rifle

“Young Betty here had as been a victim of an unprovoked assault and would like to report it.”

“Huh? Oh yes that Bitch... “

“Brandi” Steve corrected her

“Yes, Brandi came in to the diner, falsely accused me of having an affair with her boyfriend, despite having only known the man for a few hours and then punched me.” Betty said as he removed her ice pack and showed the synth man her bruise.

“She headed towards the beach with Ace; Betty would like press Assault charges on her.” Steve added on as he pointed towards the direction they had headed

“Yes... whatever that means.”

“It means that you like Brandi arrested and either Jailed or fined for the assault....Probably up to Barney but recommend suggesting the fine because then she had to pay you.”

“I like the sound of that!” Betty said as he turned to synth-guard man “I would like to press Assault Charges on Brandi.”

Probably best if I’m not around when she get arrested


Whilst Brandy had assaulted Betty being the one who suggested getting her arrested would likely anger Acey so Steve decided to leave the diner and see what that wall thing he could being built was but as he left the diner Steve could hear gunshots followed by “Buttstallion” the horse been ridden into town by that girl and now an guy on its back.

Probably those atom fuckers shooting at them as they rode past

Lighting up another smoke Steve slowly made his way up the hill towards what appeared to be an old retirement home, perhaps he could go there for mattress after he checked out the gunshots and the wall which he had to admit was decently built.

Too many doors however, will have to speak to them about that.

Reaching the front of the retirement home it would appear Steve had missed a mini battle of sorts with several what appeared to be atom cultists left rotting on ground although one unfortunate cult bastard (perhaps the leader) had been hung in a nearby tree, perhaps a warning to the others.

From Steve’s experience however this tactic only ever pissed people off especially when it was crazy atom worshipping cultist who already consider not cultists to be heretics. Taking out his knife Steve cut the man down and began to search his pockets.

It would appear someone had already looted the man’s pockets but around his neck Steve noticed he was wearing a medallion which oddly looked familiar but from where? Pocketing the medallion for now Steve noticed and followed a pair of footsteps that led from the hung corpse to the old folk’s home.

Steve was unsure who was inside and simply barging in may get him shot by people still hyped up from killing atom cultist so Drawing his 50. Eagle Steve knocked on the door “hello? Anyone inside? It’s Steve was Salem.... I heard the gunshots but it looks like you killed them already.”

"Good shooting and knife work by the way."

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve Cooper- 10:30 to 13:30- Salem

Shelby looked at the bear then to Steve, “Sorry sweetie, she's taken,” she rubbed Eliza's shoulder, “But, I want to say thank you again for getting her here to see the Doc, I owe you one.”

“Xiànzài yěxǔ” Steve replied “oh wait you probably don’t speak Chinese...it err mean “may you have an quick and easy recovery” Steve lied “ but you’re about to get clean up so I’ll leave you alone, hope you get well soon.”

Leaving the clinic Steve returned to the pleasure den and was pleasantly surprised to see that Edgar had cleaned out the old tailor shop which Steve had yet to remodel. “Good work Edgar”

“Hey Steve” Rose called out as she noticed him arrive “this girl showed up... saw you’re sign or something and wanted a job.”
Steve looked at the young woman probably in her early twenties and from the look of her hadn’t eaten for a few days “Hi... My name is Brooke I’m gonna be honest I haven’t done this sort of thing before... I mean I’ve had sex but I hadn’t charged people for it.”

looks desperate.. porbably better if rose tells her how things work but should be nice and supportive

“Welcome” Steve replied as he held out his hand to shake “like rose said my name is Steve, I’m sorta new to this too so don’t worry about being nervous but as you can see we are still building this place so how about you get a meal with rose and she can explain to you how things work here.”

“Cool... er thank you boss.” Brooke replied before she and Rose went off to get a meal.

Wonder if she can dance?

Heading up to his bedroom Steve took off his jacket, rolling up his sleeves and gathered up his tools to continue working on the pleasure den. Currently the pleasure den, which was formerly three joint buildings, was split into three selections along with upstairs (bedrooms) and the basement.

The right side building, the old accountant company had been turned into lounge area with Steve having built a small stage (including stripper pole) & bar area but notably lacked an bartender and could some more furniture but otherwise was ready.

The left side, the recently cleaned out tailor shop was going to be the drug den and whilst there would be few private booths at the back this would mostly a comfortable open area where people could get high and be encouraged to purchase more drugs with the girls.

The middle area, a fishing bait shop was for now mostly going to be used as storage/Johnny’s drug lab but the front part of the shop had be converted into a front desk lobby of sorts for the pleasure den (and counter for those only wanting to buy drugs) with access though new created doorways to both areas.

Steve task for today was decorate the drug den and to block off the accountant company’s and Tailor shop per-war entrances so that the only entrance to the pleasure den (Apart from the back door) was though the Fishing shop lobby, allowing them to control who entered & left and to ensure large weapons where checked at the door.

people will feel safer knowing they can keep pistols but don't want rifles all over the place.

Using his screwdriver and saw Steve disassembled the old tailor shop’s display cabinets, using the matching wood pieces to build a new “wall” to barricade /block off the store’s old entrance and create some wall dividers for the private booths.Going to the storage room Steve collected some of the tailor’s shop fabric rolls, using to cover the up the newly created wall and “doors” for the private booths which Steve had set up in the back of the store.

All that was left now was to add furniture, Tables and chairs Steve could make but mattress, which Steve wanted for the common drug area was something he'd have to find or buy..

Time to go and get lunch... Acey or Barney might know where I can find some mattress and maybe some nice chairs too.

Packing up his tools Steve left the pleasure den and may his way to diner and noticed that Acey had seemlying hired a waiter, a cute young girl who appeared to be wearing shorts made from male trousers

“Hey Acey when did you hire the new girl?” Steve asked as he sat down at counter and ordered his meal “I’ll have today’s specia-“ But like everyone else in the diner was distracted when an rather angry looking Mouse named Brandi stormed into the diner.. she even appeared ready for something with her glasses off and hair tired up

karma overlords... looks angrier than she was before.

“OOOHHHHH, yes I can….BETTY,” Brandy outright hissed like one of those "snake" creatures that lived before the bombs at the waiter girl for some reason before kissing Ace.Steve turned to waiter, seemlying named Betty “don’t worry she hates me too!”

Mouse turned and walked up to Betty... Steve was unsure what Betty... who seemlying only been here a few hours had pissed off the little mouse so much but whatever it was she didn’t back down with them both giving each other the cutest looking angry stares at each other. “What's your fucking problem Toots?”

“YOU, you're my....my fucking problem bitch,”

He couldn’t stop himself longer; Steve began to laugh as the two girls argued over Ace and then it happened... The Angered One... Brandi with her cute little face of rage Punched Betty’s Mouth “oh karma overlords... she actually fuck did it..”

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” Steve cheered “What the hell are you doing betty? Punch her back!”

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

@Andronicus23 Steve said for Cost price, not for a Price. I guess they don't have that term in Mercia but it means sold for the price it costs a manufacture.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Ooc: wanted to give a quick reply to summer before replying to others.

Steve cooper – Salem

“Doesn’t fucking carry me?” she suggested sharply, frowning with alarm. “This right here is damaged goods; you’ll probably rip an arm off or something if you try to drag me out to a clinic.”

“Correct” Steve replied as he turned to the injured woman. “But then why the bloody hell would I drag you to the clinic princess? If I was gonna take you to clinic I’d carry you in my arms like the other injured woman and she was alot further away from the clinic than you are...”

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“I can make him happier than your stupid drugs and girls, you can take that 25% discount and shove it up your…” but before she could swear hotshot came in and saved her.

A pointer! Need to training a radgull to come and bite it off...

Steve considered for an movement if he should reply back and break the little mouse’s heart (or finger) but doing so would like piss of Ace and ruin his advertisement plans. Besides Steve had an idea on how to deal with Brandy so instead Steve simply replied with an “of course.” As he finished of his coffee

She’s kind of cute when she’s angry

Once Hotshot and Brandy had left the diner Steve turned to Ace “despite what she said... I assume you’re okay with 25%? You will also have access to anything else build or set up later on like VIP rooms.”

“Oh and very nice coffee.”

Getting up off his stool and walking outside Steve lighted up a smoke as he watched as young woman he thought he’d seen yesterday riding on the Horse around on town. Until (or if) he could find an buyer looking after that horse would be an drain on resources and perhaps a potential bullet in the head from whoever was asking Ace questions about the Horse.

She seems to know what she’s doing...best to leave it with her, can always steal it back later anyway.

By now the doctor and his volunteer, some sort of tribal Man with numerous scars on his body, seemlying all from dogs on his body had carried “Princess” as he had nicknamed her into the clinic. Taking a puff on his smoke Steve walked down the street and followed them in.

Entering the clinic the doctor was talking to the tribal man “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."

Once the tribal man had left to get supplies Steve walked up to the doctor, opening up his jacket pocket Steve pulled out a small bag of various different chems, opening it up he took out Several doses of Med-x, two buffout pills and a stimpack. “All I have on me right now, well the ones you need alteast but once you have dealt with princess and gotten some sleep come and see me and I’ll have Johnny brew up the meds you need.” Steve stated has he handed the doctor the drugs

“first batch will be free but after that For cost price.”

Only guy in town who can patch people up... best to keep him happy and well supplied.... don’t worry get shot only for the doctor to not have any meds.

Leaving the doctor to treat Princess Steve headed up stairs to the second floor of the church only to find Eliza chatting with that sherbet girl who had rushed in and kissed her... Had she gone home last night?

“Sorry to interrupt” Steve said as he walked into the room and over to Eliza’s bed “I just wanted to see how you were doing, you lost alot of blood last night.”

“Oh and here I got you this.” Steve added on as he took out the small one-eyed teddy bear he had found earlier on in the clothes shop and gently handed it to Eliza.