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A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve cooper- Shopping – Moring

“Hey Steve, yeah sure,” Waylon looked at the guns on the wall display, he pointed at a refinished rifle, an SKS if Steve recalled correctly and it came with an pointy bladed bayonet attachment., “I like the SKS rifles myself for mid-range, and the bayonet is a nice touch too and umm...”

“Nice rifle but I already have my level action, looking for something abit more compact for those close encounters.”

He narrowed his eyes as he looked and pointed at what appeared to be a Mini assault rifle “I have this AR pistol, kinda cumbersome to carry, but you 30 round mags at your disposal. I have one in 9mm and 5.56mm.”

I get the feeling that will break alot.

“Interesting got anything else?”

That was when Waylon pointed to a small boxed shaped weapon with a long stick like magazine sticking out of the handle “This Cobray M11/9 has had all the internal parts polished and functions great, sorta uncommon. But the 32 round mags don’t like being packed full, but with around 25 rounds it works great.

I like the look of you... bet you could stick to mags together for a quick reload... is that a Threaded barrel too? Wonder if he has an silencer for it?

“I am working on an old grease gun, but they’re hard to find, so I have to either search other guns for parts or make my own, either way, it won’t be ready for a while.”

“Well if you’re looking for any notable models or gun types in general tell me and I’ll keep an eye out for them, junkies are always trading stuff for their next fix.” Steve replied

And then I can trade them for ammo

Waylon put his elbows on the glass display case and nodded down, “But you can never go wrong with a Colt 1911, I heard they used to say ABC, Always buy Colt,” he laughed a little, “The .45 round has some pop to it, it’ll take out a lot more than you’d think.”

“Yeah I’ve used one before, very good gun but then again any weapon that was used by the USA military for what was it? 100 years? has to be a bloody good gun but I already have a hand cannon.” Steve chuckled “I am however interested in that Cobray M11/9.”

“I’ll buy it along with 200 round of ammo and a couple of spare mags if you them it.” Steve stated “oh and by any chance do you have a silencer for it? I imagine it will be pretty deadly with one.”

And give me something to grip onto.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

I'm still here :D hopefully should post this afternoon.

.... also is there a gate or some kind of wall around the town?

@ReusableSword

Rook (the super mutant) is building an wall but isn't not finished yet. (probably about an quarter built?) the gate also hasn't been built but it's location on the main road was marked up.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve cooper- revenge planning – morning

Steve was sitting in the diner drinking his free coffee and reading the newspaper... mostly about the gunners getting beaten by the minutemen farmers when the diner’s basement hatch opened and out came brandy but with dishevelled look and wearing one of presumably acey’s shirts which was several sizes too big for her.

“Looks like someone had a fun night.” Steve chuckled as the twerp walked out of the diner and towards her house (and I assume) being mocked by Betty as he did.

“God I hate that bitch.” Betty muttered before she turned to Steve with an angry look on her face “I thought you were going to help me get payback on her.”

“I am...”Steve said as he leaned him to make sure no-one could overhear them “my business co-owner, Johnny Kaye has produced a pill which according to him “will lower her inhibitory functions by mimicking the gamma-aminobutyric acids transfers by the neurotransmitter.””

Or atleast that’s what I think he said...

Betty furrowed her brow “Amino-? What the fuck does that mean?” what the fuck does that even do?”

“It gets her drunk, really drunk quickly and without having to get her drink two dozen drinks.” Steve replied “will have to slip it into her drink and probably have to lock Acey in the basement but otherwise little twerp should embarrass herself all on her own so all you will have to do is sit back and watch.”

Although an suggestion here or there might make things more entraining

Betty grinned seemlying imagining a drunk brandy making an ass out of herself “You will have to lock ace in, I don’t want to lose my job over this.” she replied before going to deal with some other customers. “What do you want?”

Could also distract him with the generator... hmm that’s not an bad idea

Having finished his free coffee Steve left the diner and made his way over to sherbet and Wyatt’s house which if Steve recalled correctly from last night had also stated was also an gun shop. Whilst the level action rifle was great for long ranges Steve notably lacked any weaponry for mid to close range combat.

should have never traded away that disciples gun...

Heading inside the building Steve noticed a selection of weapons on display which notable included what appeared to be several handcrafted swords of all things. All the swords where of high quality and looked like you do serious damage with one them, assuming you weren't shot getting close enough to use one.

“Hello Waylon.” Steve said as he noticed Waylon walk over to him. “I’m looking to purchase a submachine gun or compact assault rifle for mid-close range engagements do you have models you would recommend?” Steve asked

let's see what he would suggest

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How long will it take for skylar to notice I edited this in?

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve Cooper- Morning

“Don’t concern yourself on how this little puppy came to be, that’s for me to worry about. Just be happy you and everyone in town will et to benefit from it, and it didn’t cost you a single cap. Though I do feel bad people were woken up,”

“For now.” Steve replied “and that’s the point, Brotherhood try and act legitimate but at the end of the day they still take what they want... Glorified Raiders and whatever deal you worked out might be okay now but what about next week? or the week after? ”

Looking over the edge Steve could see Betty looking up to Ace, flipping him off as she walked towards the diner “Well, free coffee this morning.”

guess I'm not the only one awoken.

“Portably should make that all day.” Steve chuckled, trying to get a extra cup “Anyway since it’s only a generator the brotherhood probably shouldn’t make to much of a fuss but next time tell people before making any deals with rival factions, even if you're covering all the cost. ”

“Next time they might not so friendly or alteast pretend to be.” Steve add on as he walked back to the apartment block staircase.

Alteast it wasn’t the minutemen... don’t wanna be dealing with ice cube...

Leaving the apartment block Steve lighted up an cigarette and made his way over to the diner where oddly considering it was 6am in the morning the jukebox was blaring music and betty appeared to making as much noise as possible breaking open a new bag of coffee. Breaking the Vacuum seal the diner was filled with a strong aroma of coffee beans

“I love the smell of coffee in the morning.” Steve chuckled “Acey said free coffees all day so I’ll take a black coffee B-bomb.”

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve cooper- night-time recon

Making his way up the small hill Steve kneed and perform reconnaissance on the child of atom. The camp which was built inside either a crater or perhaps cove seemed to be mostly built from a crashed airline plane although it was difficult to tell if they had brought the pieces or that plane had crashed here.

They would be the sort of people to do it.

Looking around the camp it was difficult to get fix on numbers, as most members were asleep inside the huts but looking at the guards it would seem they where decently well armed with “gamma” pistol and submachine’s guns but apart from one guy seemed to lack any notable armour.

Weak defences’ but strong weaponry... need to high the them quick and fast or become zombie.

Steve yawned; he was getting tired now “okay Edgar that enough recon for now... let’s call it a night...”
Heading back to the pleasure den Steve collapsed onto his bed. Usually it would take him awhile to nod off but with his body exhausted from the met/jet combo he quickly drifted off to sleep....

Morning- vetibird alarm clock

After several hours of peaceful sleep Steve was rudely awoken in the mid-early hours of the morning by the loud sound of rotary blades cutting through the air, the sound of a VB-02 Vertical Take Off and Landing (VTOL) aircraft otherwise known as vetibird.

Which groups of cunts is it this time?

As the name suggested the vetibird was a cool piece of per-war tech which could land and take off on the spot and not require a runway (good luck getting one of those that fixed) but like most high-tech per-war stuff it was hoarded by groups like the brotherhood or gunners who often used it to lord over others and have an massive tactical advantage during battle.

Having not gotten undressed last night Steve simply picked up his gun belt and went outside to see which group of assholes had dropped into town, presumably wanting to claim the town for whatever foolish cause their group had.

Walking outside it appeared the vetibird... brotherhood judging by the logo was dropping a fusion generator of all things onto the roof of the apartment block behind the church.

surprised no-one shot that down

Noticing Barney a short distance down the street Steve walked up to the town unofficial mayor “Barney do you know what’s going on? Why’s that vetibird dropping of the fusion generator.”

“Ace said he was making a deal with the Brotherhood for one.” Barney replied as some scribes grappled down from the vetibird onto the roof.

“Ace made a deal with the fucking ex-boy scouts? Do you know what he traded for it?”

“No, he just told me he was arranging a deal, hell I didn’t even know they where bring it here today or that they’d fly it in.” Barney replied “but if it was something big I’m sure he would have told me.”

“Time to find out.”

Leaving Barney Steve entered the apartment block and made his way up the roof. The vetibird had left now and the brotherhood scribes where installing the generator whilst chatting to ace who was standing nearby.

“Acey” Steve said knowing full well the Scribes could hear what he said to ace. “What sorta of deal did you make for this generator? I don’t want be owning these ex-boys scout wankers any "favours" or paying them a monthly fucking fee.”

In From The Fog: A Fallout Far Harbor Roleplay

James William- preparing an ambush

Staying away from the water this time the group continued forward, the homing device buzzing louder and louder until they could pretty much see the vetibird in front of them but as they got closer they could also see they weren’t the first to reach the wreckage.

There was three, no four atom fruitcakes ransacking the vetibird with the fourth, seemlying the leader judging by the different Ancient African looking mask overseeing the operation as she stoked some sort of slimy Gecko
creature.

Looking around the wreckage James spotted what appeared to be brotherhood’s fallen comrades; oddly enough the atoms had curiously set them neatly to the side and lined up in a row with white shrouds covering them as if preparing them for burial.
Where they planning on burying the bodies? odd..

The seemlying female judging by their voice cultist with the ancient African headdress spoke to the others asking what they had found out about the brotherhood mission but it was the mention of some “prophet” that caught James’s attention....

"That would not deter them...in any case, The Prophet has foreseen this eventuality. We must destroy all evidence of this craft and capture any Brotherhood soldiers that remain and bring them to The Prophet. Plant the explosives and take the bodies, we will take them to the Deep Fog and bury them in The Mother's grace. Everything else goes to The Nucleus."

Nucleus that must be there base...

“Looks like they suspect war with the brotherhood. "James whispered to brotherhood “but if they are covering up an accident, then perhaps they aren’t fully ready yet.”

The cultists having finished their little chat went back to work, hurrying to obey the commands of the 'high priestess' and seemlying unaware of the group's presence.

Now how are we are gonna get that gear? I somehow doubt they will just give it to us.

“Well if we are want the brotherhood gear looks like we are gonna have to fight for it.” James whispered to the group “don’t seem to have noticed us yet so we could attempt to sneak around and fire on them from all sides... Loud but should get the job done quick. ”

“Or...” James added on somewhat hesitate to suggest this “since I’m injured I could run out, act like fish face just attacked me and ask for help, make a big show out of it.”

Bloody hurts now so won’t be much acting.

“Assuming they don’t just attempt to shot at me on sight whilst they are distracted dealing with me you can sneak up and take them out quietly or hell maybe even try to capture them.”
Should Attempt to get one of them to talk...

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve Cooper- edge of town- Night

Frieda closed her eyes and shook her head. "I'm already sitting."

“True but on rusted 200 year old remains of a per-war automobile, chance of collapse, unlikely to be conformable and rusted roof may damage your trousers.... The chair is clearly the superior sitting option.”

“Mind if I join you? I brought us a couple of beers and goodies.”

Steve turned around to see Waylon arriving with several beers in his hand "Not at all," Frieda replied before Steve or Edgar could attempt a response. "Steve, here, has dropped off a turret, or something like that." Frieda waved him over. "Steve, have you met Waylon? He runs the weapons shop. I'm sure he has the know-how to make sure your turret shoots at the right sorts of people. You can leave it." She flipped her hair over her shoulder.

“Yes I am aware of Waylon, friend or perhaps relation to sherbet, the girlfriend of Eliza who I carried to the clinic the other day although I was unaware he was an weapon smith I shall have to visit his store sometime and purchase a close-range firearm."

perhaps an shotgun or submachine gun

As Waylon and Frieda began chatting and drinking on the rusted car hood Edgar began to glare at Waylon like he had wronged him in some way but whenever due personal resistant or john’s brainwashing he did not attack him... despite very much wanting and looking like he did.

"You know your shit," she smiled slyly, handing the rifle back, after having turned it over in her hands a few times. Frieda took a sip of the beer. "Oh, cheers, by the way. Anyways, seems most folk somehow paste together whatever they can find that will fire a bullet. I stick to my pistol, more often than not. It's just what I'm used to.”

“That is predominantly due to the higher level of maintenance required to keep plasma weaponry functional.” Steve replied as he finished setting up the turret “It was also relatively new technology before that war with replacement models and parts being very difficult to find and more than often hoarded by groups like the brotherhood or gunners.”

average wastelander are not going to fighting them just to get an plasma rifle

“Likewise only a few groups like the enclave or instuite had the ability to produce new plasma weaponry and with them now both destroyed it will be many years before any faction, alteast in this region is capable of producing more.”

"So, how does a girl like Brandy not know how to handle a gun properly, yet she's friends with the town quartermaster, huh?" Frieda smirked, taking another sip of her beer.

Probably because she hasn’t needed to.

Once Waylon replied to Frieda question about the Steve spoke “if I could have your attention for a second, I have finished setting up the turret, the targeting system should work fine but If for some reason you need to stop the turret click this button.”

Reaching into his pocket Steve then pulled out a cateye pill and swallowed it before looking at his watch muttering...“20 minutes... should be enough.” Before turning his attention back to Frieda and Waylon “I’m going to scout out the atom encampment before going to bed enjoy your...er... Date.” Steve added on not 100% sure what they doing together.

Steve then turned to Edgar who was still glaring at Waylon “Edgar, Edgar? Would you kindly come along now? We are going.”

What is wrong with him?

“o-kay” edgar muttered as he followed Steve, occasionally turning back to look at Frieda as they walked away towards the atom encampment.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Steve cooper- Turrets, drugs and Paramilitary women – Night time

Despite the reputation of mentats being the smart man’s aid and jet being processed shit addicts took the two drugs somewhat oddly worked remarkable well to together with the Jet focusing the user’s increased intelligence and perception from the mentat.

Upon taking both drugs Steve was able to build a “standard” (for wasteland standards alteast) field “assault turret”, A motorized assault rifle jury rigged onto a handmade platform with support legs. Usually this would take several hours to build but drugged up Steve had managed it in three and then got an interesting idea... A chair turret

Like its name suggest the “chair turret” was simply a wooden chair loosely attached to the turret but from an distance, when placed up on the wall it could very easily be mistaken for an machine gun placement but one that fired on its own, allowing the operator to fire their own gun and perhaps catching a few raiders off guard. .

It is done... but raiders? Should perform recon... Given the limited time parted the quarry faction should still assume my loyalty.

Packing up his tools Steve headed up stairs and found Edgar sitting at one of the lounge table drawing some sort of picture whilst Johnny was dealing to some caravan workers, seemlying wanting an extra “boost” on the road.

“Edgar there is a turret and chair in the basement, would you kindly bring it upstairs for me?”

“O-Kay stevey”

As Edgar brought the turret up from the basement Steve went to his room, putting on his jacket, equipment belt/pounce and grabbing his rifle Steve also spent a few minutes combing his hair and putting on a pair of eyeglasses.... after all his eyes weren’t getting any younger.

Finishing getting ready Steve head back downstairs to the lobby/entrance area where Edgar had carried the turret and chair. “Here let me take the chair, now would you kindly follow me? I plan on placing this turret out by the museum."

With the sun now set it was rather dark and cold on the street of Salem especially with the lacking functioning street light and the town's location near the Atlantic ocean but in the distance roughly in the location of the old lighthouse there was odd dim green light, providing the town with some lighting.
I wonder what that light could be. Could the atom children have fixed the lighthouse?

With the chair in hand and Edgar following him Steve walked though the lonely streets of Salem (although there was still some people at the diner) with the pair made their way up the hill towards the old museum of witchcraft. When the wall is finished the turret (and perhaps others) would be placed on or perhaps behind on an elevated platform but for now simply placing it in a cover position... perhaps the museum’s car park would have do.

As they approached the car Steve noticed that someone else was here, it was the paramilitary woman who had shot at Rook and seemlying had become friends with the twerp although apart from her name, Frieda she had refused to reveal any of her past to him. she also seemed to be spending her time with the doctor.

“Hello Possible paramilitary woman Frieda do not be alarmed it is me Steve and employee Edgar, we are just setting up this turret I built to help with raider attacks.”

Oddly Edgar cheeks blushed at sight of Frieda and he stared at the woman, somewhat nervously for a few movements until Steve waved at him to drop the turret.

Dropping the turret & Chair Steve began to positioning the turret behind one of the wrecked cars which would provide it some cover and then attached the chair “ideally this turret will be placed on the wall, once it has been finished of course."

"The chair is to fool people into thinking it’s a machine gun position only for it to fire on them when they get close.....Although for now I guess it will give you a place to sit.” Steve chuckled on

In From The Fog: A Fallout Far Harbor Roleplay

James William- Getting Moving Again

“Not far. Only a few hundred yards.”, he said while looking off towards Steve and Corrine. They seemed to make it out alright, but he’d make sure in a sec. He refocused on James’s wound. “You fit to continue? How does the arm feel?” he said before turning to them “Are you two fine? I heard someone getting hit.”

“The.... thing attacked Connie.”James replied before commenting on his arm “It’s still attached but probably the only positive thing I can say.” James chuckled as he wrapped another bandage around his arm “It fucking hurts, I can barley move it and I can’t even feel my fingers..”

if I couldn't see them i'd think i'd lost them.

Apart from bandaging the wound there was little James could do, even if he had the correct tools he was no doctor so after finishing with the bandaging James placed the box back into his backpack and used his rifle as counterweight to stand up properly

Can’t use this anymore... walking stick perhaps?

After Standing up for a minute or two James slowly and with slight pain tucked his damage arm into his jacket’s front pocket before speaking to the group “I can move... but it 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?"

“No knowledge on them, see what Corrine thinks”, brotherhood replied starkly.

James turned to Connie “do you know what that fish thing was? Oh and take this.” James asked as he offered her his level action rifle “I can’t use it anymore.”

A few minutes later everyone was ready to move out “I’ll take point again. I didn’t take too hard of a hit.”, brotherhood stated before turning around. “The vetibird is close. We should try to sneak the rest of the way to avoid anymore encounters. Plus there’s probably some creatures near the wreck attracted by the explosion and fire. We could get the drop on them.”

“I agree with the sneaking but outside of close quarters I’m probably gonna am next to useless in a sneak attack and I’d rather not risk getting clawed by Mr. Fish head again.”

Next time I probably won’t be as “lucky”

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

@Stitches @DinoNuts Okay lets see.... starting on page 10 (dino's last post)
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Doctor west and Frieda reveal pastes to each other

Celeste meets Adam and hit it off (going on date soon I think)

Brandy fixes up wheelchairs, Eliza is given one and taken home by Shelby and Waylon. Have spent most of the day at home looking after Eliza

Betty an new Npc starts at the diner, several new people have also joined the RP (see CS page) although some haven't posted for awhile

Brandy punched betty in the diner after falsy accusing her of cheating with ace

Mary find the horse Steve tired up outside the diner, cleans it up and goes riding the horse, meets Rick who attacted some cultists.They shoot and kill some of the cultists with several people hear guns shots

people go to investage the guns shots, Sara kills the remain cultists before going to the hotel and meeting celeste and Archie (robot) Steve arrives shortly later and is view suspiciously by Sara.

Mary and rick go back to her house and eat some food. Rick, who is not use to wasteland food rejects Mary's cooking. meets the doctor and the pair acknowledge each other (both men are from the instuite)

Ace and Brandy has sex :D

Frieda joins the militia, Lorelei joins later. Frieda askes to paid (and receives payment) Lorelei does not

Steve goes up to hotel roof and chats to rook (about the wall and good mutants) , Sara hires a room and starts developing a crush on celeste before falling asleep.

Both frog and Crimson have been Real life problems (crimson is in hurriance area) so not much going on with cultists but raiding plot? blewing.

Rook jumps down from hotel and marks out spot for gate, notices raiders approaching and promptly slaughters most of them. Steve rushes down from hotel roof, briefly chats to girls calls brandy a twerp, tells Sara to put some shoes on and tells celeste gun fight will be over quickly.

Steve leave hotel and shots surrending raider. Both Adam and Lorelei appear and Steve justifies shooting and suggests blaming it on others. Adam is not convinced and walks off fearing raider attacks.

Frieda, doctor west, rick get diner or drinks at diner and listen to radio report. Lorelei joins them after chatting with Steve for abit

Steve loots raiders, taking an corpse "blood bad" to the clinc, much to the shock of the doctor before heading to back to pleasure den and begins to build turret

Brandy rush back to town and is happy to see ace isn't hurt. the pair are chatting

Lorelei notices rick is different and begins to interrogate him. Rick is drunk and gives funny response.

Sara conforms celeste

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I think that's all the main points