"Coincidence? Boy, you got that right." Another man boasting weapons up to his ears and a little wave approached. She recognized him distantly, as a man mentioned a few passing times from her chatting with old Followers contacts. He could be trusted, likely, if the Followers liked him. Wow, today must be some kind of friendly mercenary convention. She glanced over as the ghoul took a very speedy swig of his Nuka-Cola and waved back at the newcomer. “Oh, hi! I was mainly gonna be the one to head out, but I’ve been looking for some people to help with critter wrangling. I’ve got some caps—oop, hold on.” Her bottle of pills jangled, along with all her medical supplies, and as she weighed her money pouch at her hip, several bits of old Stimpacks clattered to the floor and bounced against Terry’s toes. She cursed and stooped to pick them up and stuff them back into their respective places, rising again. “I’m not sure if I’d have enough caps to pay the lot of you, but whatever research I get out of the expedition is enough for me. Like this fella, Terry, here said, there’d be plenty of salvage that’d be yours to split.”
She suddenly seemed to remember her bag of research notes and cursed profusely again, turning her gaze back to Mick and Ralph’s. “Shit, I—Oh, thanks, Dyl!” She approached Dylan and picked up her bag, opening it up. “I’ve got some of the notes already here, but I haven’t been able to do any autopsies or closer examination of any tumor difference between normal subjects and…Where’d this extra paper come from?” She glanced at Dylan. This woman was like a tornado, never staying in one place too long, stepping back and forth between the three of them as she spoke rapid-fire. “Well, anyway. Raphael, right? You’d be a great addition, and if things go well the three of you will get whatever you feel like carrying out.” She tucked away her papers and brahimskin notebooks and slung the sack back over her shoulder, waiting for their respective responses with a little bit of a fidget. This was exciting! If they, well, took the job. She had never been very good at group conversation, or conversation in general, and the idea of them all saying no at the same time would launch her straight back to…well, where she was ten minutes ago, she guessed.
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Jordan’s eyes raised up as she regarded the unfamiliar man addressing her, lowering her sack to the counter. She gave him a smile. “Hell, I’ve been looking for people to bring along. I’m hoping you won’t have to use your rifle too much, though.” She extended a hand to shake. “Dr. Jordan Palmer. I’ve been going out into that big blast zone out up on the outskirts of New Vegas for scientific study of all the new and evolved creatures that have been popping up like crazy from the radiation. I—“ She paused upon the entry of another person, and her eyes followed him his entire journey up to the counter. "I..."
He was probably the third most gorgeous thing she’d seen all week. Skin hiding a thousand layers of roughness, textured, rotting in a thousand beautiful ways. She hadn’t seen a single sane ghoul since she’d left for the wastes earlier before, and the sight was truly a blessing. Hair! A full head of it! From what she could tell, it looked real. Wigs were rare in the wastes, why would he bother to have one? Perhaps he cared about his appearance? Damn, did it show.
Shit, he was leaving! “Uh, sorry, one second, uh, Dyl, sir.” She released the handshake quickly and followed after the ghoul with an urgently excited hop in her step. “Hey, uh—Terry! Your name’s Terry, right?” She approached him quickly, waving. “Hi! You’ve got a blunt axe?” As she spoke, she gave him a barely-subtle once-over. “My pa’s got a shop down a couple blocks. He’s a repairman, he could get that sharpened right up for cheap.” She extended a hand for him to shake, rushing forward with a wave of…friendliness. “Dr. Jordan Palmer, call me Jordan. I’ll make sure you get a discount.” Her words were coming a little quicker. Her hand shivered just slightly at the commotion. “Pa's great at what he does, a real craftsman. You said you had to protect yourself ‘out there’? Have you been going into the wastes? Exploring that big old blast zone? Hey, me too! You know, I’ve been looking around for some extra hands, and you sure look like you know your way around a weapon. What do you say?”
He was probably the third most gorgeous thing she’d seen all week. Skin hiding a thousand layers of roughness, textured, rotting in a thousand beautiful ways. She hadn’t seen a single sane ghoul since she’d left for the wastes earlier before, and the sight was truly a blessing. Hair! A full head of it! From what she could tell, it looked real. Wigs were rare in the wastes, why would he bother to have one? Perhaps he cared about his appearance? Damn, did it show.
Shit, he was leaving! “Uh, sorry, one second, uh, Dyl, sir.” She released the handshake quickly and followed after the ghoul with an urgently excited hop in her step. “Hey, uh—Terry! Your name’s Terry, right?” She approached him quickly, waving. “Hi! You’ve got a blunt axe?” As she spoke, she gave him a barely-subtle once-over. “My pa’s got a shop down a couple blocks. He’s a repairman, he could get that sharpened right up for cheap.” She extended a hand for him to shake, rushing forward with a wave of…friendliness. “Dr. Jordan Palmer, call me Jordan. I’ll make sure you get a discount.” Her words were coming a little quicker. Her hand shivered just slightly at the commotion. “Pa's great at what he does, a real craftsman. You said you had to protect yourself ‘out there’? Have you been going into the wastes? Exploring that big old blast zone? Hey, me too! You know, I’ve been looking around for some extra hands, and you sure look like you know your way around a weapon. What do you say?”
Would everyone be okay with me posting again before the full cycle? We aren't really taking turns, I don't think, right?
Is everyone else working on their posts?
Freeside, as it always did, smelled like the chem-bittered smoke of a community--if it could be called as much--held together with string. It was no normal smog, holding a potent uniqueness to it, the wind it rode on picking up through outer Vegas and the wastes, dragging with it the scents of irradiated pits, heaps of Brahmin dung, gang campfires. In the Old Mormon Fort, the scent was washed out with the vomit from radiation victims, recovering addicts, or just plain old-fashioned sick people. Jordan was leaning back against the façade of one of the buildings across the street from the fort’s entrance, watching people filter in and out on occasion. The little bottle of Buffout she had in the pouch at her belt felt heavier than ever, and she mulled over throwing it in the dumpster nearby for some poor old beggar to go at. But she wasn’t that cruel, knowing they’d just swallow down the whole load, get sick, maybe die. She had a…responsibility to keep the chems, to keep them away from those who couldn’t bother to understand the chemistry behind them, their own limits. Yes, this had to be the right way.
It’d been months since she’d bothered even looking up at the familiar brick walls every time she’d been in Freeside to stock up on supplies or visit Maya. It brought back too many memories of her work as a guard, or as a little girl working her butt off cleaning up cots or the outhouses just to get the opportunity to watch an operation performed by the doctors, or to borrow a precious medical book they kept under lock. Sometimes the Kings would be persuaded to carry in the body of some nobody who’d overdosed, or a thug who’d been shot dead, and she would learn alongside the Followers trainees as a doctor would perform a prosection. Pain welled up in her chest at the memories and she forced herself to look away. Someday she’d return, clean as a goddamn whistle, ready to help, to reconcile. But for now her hands would shake, her eyes would dart, and her pockets would feel heavy.
She moved from the building across from the fort and began making her way toward Mick and Ralph’s. She hoped they would be carrying enough paper for what she needed, running short as she had been, what with documenting the oddities of the wasteland in the areas fringing the major blast zone near Vegas. She hadn’t yet dared get too close to the irradiated area just yet. She only had a couple doses of Rad-X and Radaway for herself, and the few Slayers she’d managed to run into had been ambivalent of her presence, but tragically so busy planting bullets and blades into the creatures born of the radiation that she doubted a scientific excursion would interest them much. She sighed and slipped inside Mick and Ralph’s, searching for the old, flat sack she used to hold papers and scientific journals. It was pathetically empty right now, and she weighed it with one hand while stepping up to the counter. “Can I get about a hundred sheets of blank paper, if you’ve got it?” She smiled amiably. "Got to stock up, where I'm going."
It’d been months since she’d bothered even looking up at the familiar brick walls every time she’d been in Freeside to stock up on supplies or visit Maya. It brought back too many memories of her work as a guard, or as a little girl working her butt off cleaning up cots or the outhouses just to get the opportunity to watch an operation performed by the doctors, or to borrow a precious medical book they kept under lock. Sometimes the Kings would be persuaded to carry in the body of some nobody who’d overdosed, or a thug who’d been shot dead, and she would learn alongside the Followers trainees as a doctor would perform a prosection. Pain welled up in her chest at the memories and she forced herself to look away. Someday she’d return, clean as a goddamn whistle, ready to help, to reconcile. But for now her hands would shake, her eyes would dart, and her pockets would feel heavy.
She moved from the building across from the fort and began making her way toward Mick and Ralph’s. She hoped they would be carrying enough paper for what she needed, running short as she had been, what with documenting the oddities of the wasteland in the areas fringing the major blast zone near Vegas. She hadn’t yet dared get too close to the irradiated area just yet. She only had a couple doses of Rad-X and Radaway for herself, and the few Slayers she’d managed to run into had been ambivalent of her presence, but tragically so busy planting bullets and blades into the creatures born of the radiation that she doubted a scientific excursion would interest them much. She sighed and slipped inside Mick and Ralph’s, searching for the old, flat sack she used to hold papers and scientific journals. It was pathetically empty right now, and she weighed it with one hand while stepping up to the counter. “Can I get about a hundred sheets of blank paper, if you’ve got it?” She smiled amiably. "Got to stock up, where I'm going."
I hope you feel better soon. Being sick seriously sucks.
Alright, guys, I'll post. Make sure to position your characters that they can be integrated into the growing party before we head out of Freeside.
Alright, guys, I'll post. Make sure to position your characters that they can be integrated into the growing party before we head out of Freeside.
The IC is lagging behind a bit. MotN is really busy right now.
I'm not sure. I'm starting to think things are dying down, sad to say.
Looks good. I was waiting for a ghoul, lol.
I remember MotN and I discussing location, let me go check! In response to how recently, I'd say several years to even a couple decades, considering there's a decent-sized faction devoted to killing the creatures springing out of this particular area. I was hoping for us to start perhaps near the area or in a saloon nearest the area (Who doesn't love an adventure that begins in a tavern?). Considering MotN and I are working together on this, I'm reluctant to give out too much information of my own accord in case it is voted against.
My idea was to have all of your characters drawn to the location and, therefore, the town for a night or two before going off to do whatever they were planning to do. MotN's character is a Slayer, so there's a good likelihood that he would become a guide sort of character for the adventure while the rest of us seek out our own motives and goals, keeping within the group for survival's sake, because of developed friendship/loyalty, whatever. There will be an overarching plot and plenty of mystery, hopefully. Here's hoping MotN can come online soon.
My idea was to have all of your characters drawn to the location and, therefore, the town for a night or two before going off to do whatever they were planning to do. MotN's character is a Slayer, so there's a good likelihood that he would become a guide sort of character for the adventure while the rest of us seek out our own motives and goals, keeping within the group for survival's sake, because of developed friendship/loyalty, whatever. There will be an overarching plot and plenty of mystery, hopefully. Here's hoping MotN can come online soon.
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