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A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve Cooper - Evening

Rabbit waved her hand dismissively while her mouth was full of water. Then she turned to look at Steve again. “No…I’m going home.” She looked down at the mangled corpse. “Looks like you get to clean up after yourself after all.” She gave a half-smile and trekked back home.

“Nah... I’ll leave it for the hotel’s robot, probably the only thing those general atomics trashcans are good at.” Steve replied before turning back to the raider corpses “Probably should give one to the doc though.” He muttered to himself with rabbit a good distance away now.

Before that however Steve partook in the long standing tradition of looting the people you kill! or well watch being killed in this case. Searching the raider corpses Steve was able to find a handful of bullets, a small bag of drugs and a pair of semi-decent boots.

Should give these to fly girl hehe

Finding nothing else of value (or alteast to Steve) he stood back up and strung the rifle he’d taken earlier around his back before picking up the raider corpse that rook had punched in the face. Although the raider's face was managed to hell compared to the other raiders this one had lost very little blood and whose body was perfectly intact, making him ideal "candidate" for a blood/organ bag.

With the (mostly) fresh raider corpse over his shoulder Steve slowly walked back into the town and towards the clinic. Pasting the diner along the way he noticed Rabbit had put her overcoat back on and that the doctor was there, chatting to hotshot and the guy who had been on the horse earlier on.

Walking by Betty called out to him “Hey Steve some harlots where here earlier on looking for you, I sent them to that your club.”

“Thanks B-Bomb.” Steve replied before calling out to the doctor “Hey doc I found you a blood bag, I’ll leave
them at the clinic for you.”

Making his way past the diner Steve entered the church and put the raider corpse down on one of the empty pew benches. With any luck the doctor should be able to get 2 maybe 3 prints of blood out of the raider's corpse.

Some use may come from the punk

Leaving the church Steve heading back to the pleasure den where very loud “grunting” and "moans" seemlying of pleasure could be heard coming from up stairs

“Hey Steve-o” Johnny, who was reading the diamond city newspaper behind the front desk called out “some more girls showed up apparently they saw your sign? Either way I’ve already got them working up stairs, some caravan boss hired them both for the whole night.”

“Dirty bastard” Steve chuckled “but we need people like them to spread the word about this place so make sure he get’s A-grade service.”

“Already handled but I was thinking perhaps we should get a radio ad too? That gun store has an ad on there so why not us? Maybe get one in newspaper too”

“Good idea but the town got attacked by raiders today so I’m gonna help out on defences first... no point building up the PD if some punks are just gonna burn it down.” Steve replied as he headed for the basement “call me if you need anything.”

“will do” Johnny stated as he turned back to reading the newspaper "looks like those gunner guys got beaten."

beaten by a bunch of farmers.. shameful disgrace of an merc company...

The basement of the pleasure den had not been cleaned out and was cluttered with various pieces of furniture, clothing and spare/scrap pieces & tools which they had cleaned out from the shops and (for now) dumped down here but in the centre of room there was a small, cleaned out space with a wooden table in the middle.

Time to build a turret... Swallowing a mentat pill Steve picked up a sew machining that had come from the tailor shop and began to use it and various spare/scrap parts laying around the room to build an motor for the turret.

Motor, power supply, legs, gun, and then targeting system

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve cooper- Rabbit – Evening

"Yeah, if they're drugged up rape fiend raiders.”

“They are drugged up rape fiend raiders, hell this moron though it be an good idea to attack an super mutant, a super fucking mutant with an baseball bat.... I highly doubt his friends are any more intelligent” Steve commented back as he pointed down the dead raider armed with an baseball bat. “Besides I only shot one.”

Cult on the otherhand might check....

Steve then suggested turrets and traps with the man also commented on "Yeah. That's one side. Take a look around you; we're surrounded on three sides by water. We'll still need foot patrols along the coastlines. Then there's the gate into town, that'll need siege reinforcements. Too many good towns have fallen overlooking the importance of a strong gate. Maybe weld sheet metal or weld some steel together and make something like those ancient castles. And a slit in the door that can be opened to look through when need be if there's no one on the wall."

Sieges? Castles? Where or perhaps I should say when does this guy think we are?

“Look pal we aren’t in bloody 12th century England and who the hell do you thinks’ gonna attack the town? The Enclaves 101st Sigma squad? I agree on having a strong gate, strengthen it against explosive too but we are mainly gonna be raider punks and whacko cultists... no need to go overboard on defensives...”

I doubt many of them can swim anyway..

Rook the super mutant then spoke up “Looks clear right now. Have to find good place to make it look like fight happened then. Rook will get back to wall. If anyone knows how to weld, bring welding things with you. Rook founds lots of metal and wants to get this up quickly. Faster wall is set up, faster town is able to defend itself from bigger threats...”

“I can weld but don’t have a welder so will have to build one after the turret.” Steve replied pausing for an few second as he didn’t want to suggest getting her to help but with threat of attack everyone was needed “the twerp... err Brandi might know too I think, recall Acey saying she builds stuff”

Once rook and the trader man, Adam Steve overheard saying his name was walked off to continue on the wall or simply down the road Steve turned to non-overcoat, who was now covering up her raisins and briefly though of a new nickname for her.... Non-overcoat was indeed abit too long..

“Rabbit”

“That’s you new nickname.” Steve chuckled “but what do you think of my idea of setting the cult and raiders against each other? Despite what medieval said I doubt they would check the bodies wounds or alteast I doubt the raiders would.”

“Although if you think it’s a bad idea tell me and I’ll start building a turret instead, you can come and watch if you like... little guys have saved my life on more than one occasion so it’s convenient to know how to build one.”

In From The Fog: A Fallout Far Harbor Roleplay

James Williams- The retreat of the ugly mcfishface monster

Pushing the latch James popped open the sawn-off shotgun, placing the gun on his chest he pulled out the spend shotgun shells as ugly mcfishface monster thing spat out more of yesterday's diner but this time hitting Brotherhood before turning its attention to tour guide who had just speared the creature.

As ugly mcfishface let out a frightening water-logged gurgle of pain before swiping at Corrine with one of its large hands and sending her crashing to the ground.

Shells shells where are the shells..

Reaching into his jacket pocket James took out to fresh shells, popping them into the shotgun he picked the gun up, flipping the barrel shut he got read to aim again when ugly mcfishface, having just been shot by Steve quickly ran into the fog.

“That’s right fuck off!” James chuckled before sighing in relief and dropped the shotgun back onto his chest… he’d just barely avoided become whatever the fuck that was lunch but James couldn’t sit and relax, his arm was still bleeding..

“Hey can someone help me up?”

Brotherhood who had now cleaned some of the gunk off himself walked over and helped and helped James onto his feet. Taking off his backpack James sat down on a semi-comfortable looking rock which for the most part had avoided being covered in blood.

Opening up his backpack James took out a small white box which had “United States Army, Enclave general purpose bandages.” Written on the top, with a slightly faded “E” symbol in the corner. "anyone need bandages? got some here."

Placing the box on his lap and opening it James took out a bandage and began to wrap it around his arm wound... Whilst doing this he attempted to move his arm, we was now able to “feel” parts of his hand and it could see that he hadn’t lost it but attempt to move it cause severe pain...

“Probably gonna need surgery on this...” James grunted his arm stinging as he continued wrapping the bandage “How far is it to the crash site?”

“Will be alot easier, even crippled to get back to town with the power armour especially if we run into any more fish whatever the fuck face monster thing that was...”

"are they usually that big?"

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve cooper-The Non-overcoating- Road into town/evening

“…the hell is going on, Steve?”

“Just some raider punks who thought they could extort the town, this one attempted to beg for mercy but he know the town’s location and that the wall isn’t finished.... not worth the risk.” Steve stated as he holstered his 50. Deagle pistol

Would have just gathered up some more raiders and attacked the town again...

Steve then turned to face overcoat except today she wasn’t wearing it... “You’re not” Steve stated as he checked out non-overcoat, somewhat muscular she was thinner than steve had expected, perhaps due to her suffering from malnourishment at somepoint? Her... assets were also larger than fly girl’s but not as big as Celeste. “Wearing your overcoat.”

“Guess I’ll have to come up with a new nickname for you then Non-overcoat.” Steve chuckled on as he winked at Lorelei.

Before Steve could say anything else an man around Steve's age with greying and hair and perhaps an trader of some sorts judging by the multiple pockets on his clothes ran up to see what was happening, "Hey! What is it, partner? Bandits? Mutants? 'claws, God forbid?"

You’d think we just be standing here if it was deathclaw’s?

“Just some raider scouts... Rook pretty much deracinated them single handily but this is the second time hostile forces have attacked the town today, next time we may be not be lucky enough for it to foolishly poorly armed Punks.”

“But I have idea, we got raider corpses here and atom cultists over there.” Steve said as he pointed to the dead atom cultist “we pick up their bodies and dump them on main road... make it look like they though each other.”

Bending down Steve picked up one of the raider’s rifle and examined the gun’s barrel... for an raider’s weapon it was in decent condition “with any luck they will blame each other for the attack and whilst they are busy getting revenge we can finish off the town wall.”

I can use this...

“Should also build some traps and turrets to guard us and any blinds pots we have until the wall is finished and then once built save us from having to man all of the wall 24-7."

should atleast have one person on the gate though.

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