Introduction
http://fallout.bethsoft.com/eng/home/home.php
http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fallout_Wiki (for any fallout related questions)
(Based on My Playthrough of Fallout: New Vegas and The Companions I've met)
The Year Is 2284. In 2281, Mr.House, the Previous Ruler of New Vegas had been Assassinated by an unknown Killer. Following his death came the end of Caesar, and Legate Lanius, his right hand man.
The person behind these killings was a former Courier, who, after being shot in the head and left for dead, had rose to power slowly. Much of his success is thanks to the NCR, Or New California Republic. After trying to reform the NCR best he could, He was offered a role in running New Vegas. however, he had declined. Instead he'd offered to stay in the NCR Military, stating that he and one of the potential canidates for Mayor of New Vegas has 'plans.'
Using his former living quarters, the Lucky 38 Casino, The Courier has assembled a Special Team of Peacekeepers with exceptional skills into his employ, guarding New Vegas, and the Mojave Alike. With the backing of the NCR Rangers, and the Brotherhood of Steel, these agents plan to return Justice to as much of the Wasteland as they can.
Even if they have to get their hands a little dirty.
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Slots
1) Courier (Reserved for me)
2) Doctor (Played by Hides-its-loot)
4) Mechanic (Fammikins)
3) Sniper (Reserved For Fammikins)
5) Muscle
6) Tech Expert (Played By Smiley)
7) Chef
Extra Roles:
1) Dog (Kaiser, played by Fammikins)
2) Eyebot (Klox, played by Fammikins)
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Name:
Gender:
Age:
Species:
Appearance:
History:
Weapons:
Items: (Certain items like Military gear are provided already, so stuff your character has personally.)
Extra:
http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fallout_Wiki (for any fallout related questions)
(Based on My Playthrough of Fallout: New Vegas and The Companions I've met)
The Year Is 2284. In 2281, Mr.House, the Previous Ruler of New Vegas had been Assassinated by an unknown Killer. Following his death came the end of Caesar, and Legate Lanius, his right hand man.
The person behind these killings was a former Courier, who, after being shot in the head and left for dead, had rose to power slowly. Much of his success is thanks to the NCR, Or New California Republic. After trying to reform the NCR best he could, He was offered a role in running New Vegas. however, he had declined. Instead he'd offered to stay in the NCR Military, stating that he and one of the potential canidates for Mayor of New Vegas has 'plans.'
Using his former living quarters, the Lucky 38 Casino, The Courier has assembled a Special Team of Peacekeepers with exceptional skills into his employ, guarding New Vegas, and the Mojave Alike. With the backing of the NCR Rangers, and the Brotherhood of Steel, these agents plan to return Justice to as much of the Wasteland as they can.
Even if they have to get their hands a little dirty.
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Slots
1) Courier (Reserved for me)
2) Doctor (Played by Hides-its-loot)
4) Mechanic (Fammikins)
3) Sniper (Reserved For Fammikins)
5) Muscle
6) Tech Expert (Played By Smiley)
7) Chef
Extra Roles:
1) Dog (Kaiser, played by Fammikins)
2) Eyebot (Klox, played by Fammikins)
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Name:
Gender:
Age:
Species:
Appearance:
History:
Weapons:
Items: (Certain items like Military gear are provided already, so stuff your character has personally.)
Extra:
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Selena's fun dwindles when the NCR dude walks over and shows her where she should be. She's always disliked the NCR. "Oooh...kay." boo, her fun's over! Scurrying to the counter she gets her coins converted into bottlecaps. Selena tucks it all away before going into the elevator to meet Michael, Karen and their commanding officer, Jack. When the elevator slides open she blinks at the small gathering. What did she need to do..? Oh! Shit, right. "Hey guys! I'm Selena Aliedu, one helluva mechanic."
It wasn't the screen tricking her, that kid really has white hair. The rubenesque woman steps forth and tilts her head at Michael. "Whoa your hair is white!", she's so observational, "Is it dyed or natural?" her peppy tone is highlighted with a perpetual smile and a bright visible eye. Her plasmid eyepatch hones in on Michael, summing the boy up casually to record him to memory. Behind Selena her eyebot beeps softly. "Oh yeah! This is my eyebot, Klox. I scrapped him up from a junkyard when I first opened my garage. He's basically my baby." she continues to talk a mile a minute.
It wasn't the screen tricking her, that kid really has white hair. The rubenesque woman steps forth and tilts her head at Michael. "Whoa your hair is white!", she's so observational, "Is it dyed or natural?" her peppy tone is highlighted with a perpetual smile and a bright visible eye. Her plasmid eyepatch hones in on Michael, summing the boy up casually to record him to memory. Behind Selena her eyebot beeps softly. "Oh yeah! This is my eyebot, Klox. I scrapped him up from a junkyard when I first opened my garage. He's basically my baby." she continues to talk a mile a minute.
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(I edited my post so Jack had shook Micheal's hand.)
Jack chuckled.
"He's a cute little eyebot. Haven't seen one since I spent a year going to, staying in, and leaving the capital wasteland. It was a cool place."
Jack chuckled.
"He's a cute little eyebot. Haven't seen one since I spent a year going to, staying in, and leaving the capital wasteland. It was a cool place."
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"What is this? This jet is for medical reasons, now let me through!"
At the doorway were several securitrons and a rather livid looking ghoul. In the securitrons' grasp was a bag of jet, which the ghoul was obviouly trying to reclaim. In annoyance, the ghoul lites a smoke and blows the smoke right into the securitons' sensor screen. He then lifts up his sleak and probably cheap sunglasses and looks the artificial object in the screen.
"You' giving it back now, or do I have to get security? After all, I'm a VIP."
Suddenly, with the word "VIP", the securitron reacts...
"Very Important Person? What is your identification reference code?"
The ghoul looks extremely confused with this robotic language, after all, he's supposedly a doctor, not some technology geek. In a complete logical guess, the ghoul speaks out his name.
"Mason Arkell-Desmond?"
"Ah, M-A-D. You are welcome to go, have a nice day..."
Literally ripping the bag of Jet out of the robots hand, the ghoul continues, and heads to the elavator.
At the doorway were several securitrons and a rather livid looking ghoul. In the securitrons' grasp was a bag of jet, which the ghoul was obviouly trying to reclaim. In annoyance, the ghoul lites a smoke and blows the smoke right into the securitons' sensor screen. He then lifts up his sleak and probably cheap sunglasses and looks the artificial object in the screen.
"You' giving it back now, or do I have to get security? After all, I'm a VIP."
Suddenly, with the word "VIP", the securitron reacts...
"Very Important Person? What is your identification reference code?"
The ghoul looks extremely confused with this robotic language, after all, he's supposedly a doctor, not some technology geek. In a complete logical guess, the ghoul speaks out his name.
"Mason Arkell-Desmond?"
"Ah, M-A-D. You are welcome to go, have a nice day..."
Literally ripping the bag of Jet out of the robots hand, the ghoul continues, and heads to the elavator.
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The screen in the elevator was once more replaying security footage of Jack's introduction.
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Michael made a quick note that everyone around him was older than he was, and he could tell just from visual signs. He looked at the newcomer, who introduced herself as Selena. However, he was more intrigued by her companion, which was a small eyebot. Selena had asked him a question, and he responded, "Hm? Oh, my hair is naturally white." He then returned his gaze to the eyebot. He observed it, noting that it was rather well-built. He then looked over Selena, noting her Plasmid eyepatch, observing it for a moment, his red eyes sweeping over it several times, and all the while he kept a straight face.
Moving on from the eyepatch, he thought over how Selena had said she was a mechanic. A mechanic, huh? I've had a few designs that I've wanted to build for a long time... maybe she can help me out. "That's an intriguing piece of machinery." Michael said to Selena, obviously talking about her Eyepatch. He felt this would be a great starter topic, since it was something he could really get talking about. "What sort of functions does it have?"
Moving on from the eyepatch, he thought over how Selena had said she was a mechanic. A mechanic, huh? I've had a few designs that I've wanted to build for a long time... maybe she can help me out. "That's an intriguing piece of machinery." Michael said to Selena, obviously talking about her Eyepatch. He felt this would be a great starter topic, since it was something he could really get talking about. "What sort of functions does it have?"
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The elevator then gave off its traditional "bing" and the ghoul, named Mason, strolled through the semi-open doors. The first thing he noticed was the lack of ghouls, and sarcastically remarked...
Mason: You NCR guys really are racists, huh?
Spotting an untaken seat in the distance, "Mad" Mason takes another cigarette and places it in his mouth, he then lites it, smokes it rather rudely, in front of everyone, and then takes a seat at the chair.
Mad: Continue, after all, I hate to make a fuss...
Mason: You NCR guys really are racists, huh?
Spotting an untaken seat in the distance, "Mad" Mason takes another cigarette and places it in his mouth, he then lites it, smokes it rather rudely, in front of everyone, and then takes a seat at the chair.
Mad: Continue, after all, I hate to make a fuss...
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"Hmm? Yes, well it is better than being an emotionless robot." Mason replied. "On that subject, those securitrons at the entrance are ever so rude. I hope there are no useless AIs on this team..." He finished. He then took a long look at the eyebot accompaning Selena. "Great." He said.
"Anyone want a smoke, or some Jet? Don't be afraid to request, I don't charge... much."
"Anyone want a smoke, or some Jet? Don't be afraid to request, I don't charge... much."
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[Whoops sorry about that Jay~]
Karen admires the view, glancing out into the night sky as the city glows, thriving in its state. She's pulled back to the floor when Jack speaks. Facing the room now the precise woman shakes her head. "Oh, no thanks. He's already eaten, he just wants it because it's food. And it gives him gas." she'd rather not spend the night in a cramped room with a dog continuously passing wind every ten minutes. As much as she loves Kaiser it isn't going to happen.
As a ghoul walks in Karen's hand nervously winds around a tail of her scarf. The only ghoul she's encountered are the feral ones. She goes to great lengths to avoid them, they're just...scary. This one has a bit of an attitude so all the more reason to avoid him. Although Karen frowns when he seems to offer the group recreational drugs. AI isn't that useless but drugs sure are outside of medical reasoning. Glancing at Jack she faintly hears Michael and Selena talking in the background. "What'll our living arrangements be? Here in the tower or just nearby?" they'd be camping out in the wastes on a mission obviously. Nearby her dog begins to snore softly.
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She nodded at Jack when he mentioned how cute Klox is. "You should see him zap enemies, it's like a firework show." she croons happily, a boasting parent. The eccentric mechanic faces Michael. Naturally white hair, crazy!...well not as crazy as naturally blue hair no doubt. When the ghoul, Mason, walks in Selena frowns at him when he trash talks on robots. "Hey, Klox isn't useless, don't be such a stick in the mud." she loves robots, obviously. As a mechanic she's done repairs, drawn blueprints and made things from scratch. Such as Klox.
When Michael points out her eyepatch Selena smiles brightly, getting excited all over again. "Well it helps me scope out over the distance, partially a metal detector for building materials for work, I can see any sort of non-organic material inside of someone sooo I can spot androids or cyborgs, it measures radiation, gives me nocturnal vision in this eye and also thermal vision. It's super nifty."
Karen admires the view, glancing out into the night sky as the city glows, thriving in its state. She's pulled back to the floor when Jack speaks. Facing the room now the precise woman shakes her head. "Oh, no thanks. He's already eaten, he just wants it because it's food. And it gives him gas." she'd rather not spend the night in a cramped room with a dog continuously passing wind every ten minutes. As much as she loves Kaiser it isn't going to happen.
As a ghoul walks in Karen's hand nervously winds around a tail of her scarf. The only ghoul she's encountered are the feral ones. She goes to great lengths to avoid them, they're just...scary. This one has a bit of an attitude so all the more reason to avoid him. Although Karen frowns when he seems to offer the group recreational drugs. AI isn't that useless but drugs sure are outside of medical reasoning. Glancing at Jack she faintly hears Michael and Selena talking in the background. "What'll our living arrangements be? Here in the tower or just nearby?" they'd be camping out in the wastes on a mission obviously. Nearby her dog begins to snore softly.
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She nodded at Jack when he mentioned how cute Klox is. "You should see him zap enemies, it's like a firework show." she croons happily, a boasting parent. The eccentric mechanic faces Michael. Naturally white hair, crazy!...well not as crazy as naturally blue hair no doubt. When the ghoul, Mason, walks in Selena frowns at him when he trash talks on robots. "Hey, Klox isn't useless, don't be such a stick in the mud." she loves robots, obviously. As a mechanic she's done repairs, drawn blueprints and made things from scratch. Such as Klox.
When Michael points out her eyepatch Selena smiles brightly, getting excited all over again. "Well it helps me scope out over the distance, partially a metal detector for building materials for work, I can see any sort of non-organic material inside of someone sooo I can spot androids or cyborgs, it measures radiation, gives me nocturnal vision in this eye and also thermal vision. It's super nifty."
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"The Tower. You go down the elevator into the Presidential suite, unless we have to stay in the bar, or penthouse suite here to stake out Vegas from the windows and computer system run by my good friend..." Explained Jack. He opened a curtain to show Mr.House's old Computer.
"Hello Jack! What a BEEEE-UTIFUL Day, I have to say!"
"Meet Yes Man, Everyone!"
(Yes Man Just had to be here...)
"Hello Jack! What a BEEEE-UTIFUL Day, I have to say!"
"Meet Yes Man, Everyone!"
(Yes Man Just had to be here...)
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Michael looked as a Ghoul came up the elevator, and instantly realized that this Ghoul would cause conflict. As the Ghoul approached, Michael stepped back a few steps. He didn't particularly care for Ghouls, but he would have to deal with it, since one was on his team. "We can continue our conversation later." Michael said to Selena. He then stepped back further as the Ghoul begins smoking, indoors of all things. Michael hadn't breathed in a particle of smoke in his life, whether second-hand or otherwise, and he wasn't going to start now.
Michael turned to Jack, saying, "Wonderful to meet your... computer, but I think I will go to the presidential suite to adjust my living quarters to my liking." In all honesty, Michael just wanted to get away from the Ghoul. He disliked Ghouls, Smokers, and people with bad attitudes. This Ghoul was just the total package, which made him eager to get away. Michael walked to the elevator and pressed the Call Elevator button, then waited patiently for the elevator to arrive.
Michael turned to Jack, saying, "Wonderful to meet your... computer, but I think I will go to the presidential suite to adjust my living quarters to my liking." In all honesty, Michael just wanted to get away from the Ghoul. He disliked Ghouls, Smokers, and people with bad attitudes. This Ghoul was just the total package, which made him eager to get away. Michael walked to the elevator and pressed the Call Elevator button, then waited patiently for the elevator to arrive.
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Mason was seeing the hatred that he caused in the room and smiled, he then got back up and closely examined Yes Man. "Yet another AI? God. At least this House guy had a human side. Oh how I would've loved to meet him. I bet, using my medical knowledge, I could've raised him back to health." He commented, he then took a stare at Jack. "Looks like I'm three years late, though, doesn't it?"
He then swiftly returned to the seat he resided in to drop his cigarette into the ash-tray. He then went back to Jack, and remarked on his own stance to the rest of the group's terrible hospitality. "Remind me not to give them morphine when they need help. I'll enjoy their screams for pain. Anywho, is their someone older to take orders from? No offense boy, but you're younger than my great-great-great-great... you get the idea..." Mason awaited a response.
He then swiftly returned to the seat he resided in to drop his cigarette into the ash-tray. He then went back to Jack, and remarked on his own stance to the rest of the group's terrible hospitality. "Remind me not to give them morphine when they need help. I'll enjoy their screams for pain. Anywho, is their someone older to take orders from? No offense boy, but you're younger than my great-great-great-great... you get the idea..." Mason awaited a response.
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"Yeah." Said Jack. "You shoulda seen it. Plugged the bastard's undead body with 9mm's till there wasn't a square inch left of him. And that's when I left Vegas to Yes Man Here, and a couple friends. Still haven't fully cooperated with the NCR. All these damned hearings over Vegas' control."
Jack crossed his arms and raised a brow. He wasn't insulted by being called young. He began to lean back against the wall as he pulled out his own cigarettes.
"You could go up to the NCR themselves, or you could keep taking orders from me, the guy who butchered Caesar and his elite Praetorian guard with a Varmint Rifle and his bare hands. Mostly the rifle."
He lit his cigarette.
"Wasn't Easy though, gotta say." He began. "Nothing to brag about when there's little cover and you're hellbent on killing Caesar out of hatred, and boredom, and you happen to have an NCR Support Radio that you can't even use cause you shot the Guy who was running the armory."
Jack crossed his arms and raised a brow. He wasn't insulted by being called young. He began to lean back against the wall as he pulled out his own cigarettes.
"You could go up to the NCR themselves, or you could keep taking orders from me, the guy who butchered Caesar and his elite Praetorian guard with a Varmint Rifle and his bare hands. Mostly the rifle."
He lit his cigarette.
"Wasn't Easy though, gotta say." He began. "Nothing to brag about when there's little cover and you're hellbent on killing Caesar out of hatred, and boredom, and you happen to have an NCR Support Radio that you can't even use cause you shot the Guy who was running the armory."
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Karen's glad she's had the sense to carry around her own mini-medical kit during her travels. She isn't sure if she'd want some crude stranger trying to patch her up. Listening to the conversation idly she glances down at her dog and nudges his snout with her boot gently. Kaiser blinks his eyes open sleepily before rising up and stretching. The swarthy woman's eye twitches as Yes Man comes on screen. That voice. Whhhy?
"I'm going to head in for the night too. Wake me if you need me, Jack." she walked to the elevator and waited in Michael's wake, blinking away sleep.
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Selena was excited at the sight of Yes Man buuut is much more interested in something else. She catches Klox in her palms and shuts the eyebot down to let its battery rest. "I'll be going to bed after I play down in the casino a bit more. Nighty-night!" she quips to the others before entering the elevator with the sniper and techfan. When the doors shut and it begins to move up she tilts her head at Karen. "Hey, maybe we could have a slumber party or something. It'd be fun, especially in this big place."
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Karen's face turns grim and she slowly shakes her head. "Uh...no thanks. I don't do those sort of things. And I just want some sleep." hopefully every night wouldn't be like this. Karen glances at Michael and shrugs lightly. "I don't know about either of you, but I'd be nervous to have a ghoul working on me. Just how much medical schooling did he get, if at all?" either way she's keeping stimpaks on her person during every mission. With the elevator doors opening on the suite level Karen gives a lofty wave to Selena before finding a room with her dog to sleep for the night.
"I'm going to head in for the night too. Wake me if you need me, Jack." she walked to the elevator and waited in Michael's wake, blinking away sleep.
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Selena was excited at the sight of Yes Man buuut is much more interested in something else. She catches Klox in her palms and shuts the eyebot down to let its battery rest. "I'll be going to bed after I play down in the casino a bit more. Nighty-night!" she quips to the others before entering the elevator with the sniper and techfan. When the doors shut and it begins to move up she tilts her head at Karen. "Hey, maybe we could have a slumber party or something. It'd be fun, especially in this big place."
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Karen's face turns grim and she slowly shakes her head. "Uh...no thanks. I don't do those sort of things. And I just want some sleep." hopefully every night wouldn't be like this. Karen glances at Michael and shrugs lightly. "I don't know about either of you, but I'd be nervous to have a ghoul working on me. Just how much medical schooling did he get, if at all?" either way she's keeping stimpaks on her person during every mission. With the elevator doors opening on the suite level Karen gives a lofty wave to Selena before finding a room with her dog to sleep for the night.
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As the elevator comes up, the light signaling that it had arrived turned on, and a small Ding was heard. Michael stepped casually into the elevator and turned back towards the doors, silently staring ahead as Karen and Selena joined him. As Karen talked, he agreed with her. He didn't trust Ghouls, especially if they would be performing treatment on his body as a medic. He didn't want to say it aloud, but it slipped out. "I don't know how much Medical schooling that Ghoul has, but I don't think I'd trust him to work on me either."
The door opens with a Ding on the Suite level. Michael stepped out of the elevator and looked around, then picking a room for himself. He walked inside and took a look around, noting that everything was just about perfectly symmetrical. "Excellent." Michael said. Symmetry was something he often prided himself on and calmed him down, so this room would suit his needs perfectly. He walked to the Dresser in the room and noticed there were two candles and a box of matches right in the center. He pulled out a match using either hand and lit the candles in unison, the scent relaxing him. He stood there for a moment, just taking in the tranquility.
The door opens with a Ding on the Suite level. Michael stepped out of the elevator and looked around, then picking a room for himself. He walked inside and took a look around, noting that everything was just about perfectly symmetrical. "Excellent." Michael said. Symmetry was something he often prided himself on and calmed him down, so this room would suit his needs perfectly. He walked to the Dresser in the room and noticed there were two candles and a box of matches right in the center. He pulled out a match using either hand and lit the candles in unison, the scent relaxing him. He stood there for a moment, just taking in the tranquility.
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Back downstairs, Mason was too heading for the elevator, but instead pressed the button which signalled to go down. Slowly cackling to himself, he addressed Jack in a laughable manner. "Hey, I'mma' going to The Tops, you still have that Presidential suite right? It's alright, I won't ask for the key. That Benny guy probably has a spare. He he, ciao!" The elevator doors then opened and Mason went down. Still laughing to himself at the aspect of sleeping in a better bed than the rest of the squad, the doors then opened back at ground level and Mason exited, finding a fully-cocked shotgun in his face. "What? Not this again..." he moaned.
The shotgun was held by an NCR official, "Get up those stairs soldier! You are to "mingle" with the rest of the squad!" He yelled, almost tearing what was left of Mason's eardrums.
"What? Can't I just go gamble for a while, and whatever happened to respecting your elders?" Asked Mason, the official went to squeeze the trigger for a response. "Alright, alright, no need to go all Jack on me. Seriously, I bet he's killed some innocent people. I've only killed one myself, but that's a person, not people, right?" Mason then walked back and pressed the button to go back up to the suites, giving a cheeky wink to the guards as the doors close.
"Bloody typical." He berrated.
The shotgun was held by an NCR official, "Get up those stairs soldier! You are to "mingle" with the rest of the squad!" He yelled, almost tearing what was left of Mason's eardrums.
"What? Can't I just go gamble for a while, and whatever happened to respecting your elders?" Asked Mason, the official went to squeeze the trigger for a response. "Alright, alright, no need to go all Jack on me. Seriously, I bet he's killed some innocent people. I've only killed one myself, but that's a person, not people, right?" Mason then walked back and pressed the button to go back up to the suites, giving a cheeky wink to the guards as the doors close.
"Bloody typical." He berrated.
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Jack sighed.
"Wait here Mason, I'll handle that cocky ass Official. He's been harassing people and blaming it on booze."
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Five minutes later, after a couple stern words, and a baseball bat, Jack had it aaaaallllll settled.
"Wait here Mason, I'll handle that cocky ass Official. He's been harassing people and blaming it on booze."
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Five minutes later, after a couple stern words, and a baseball bat, Jack had it aaaaallllll settled.
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"Blaming it on the booze, eh?" Mason responded, "I'm starting to think of myself for some strange reason. Anyway thankyou Jack, perhaps working for you won't be so bad afterall. Ciao... again."
Mason then went through the door and back onto the butling strip. Heading to The Tops for a chance to sleep.
Mason then went through the door and back onto the butling strip. Heading to The Tops for a chance to sleep.
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As the Crew finished first introductions for the moment, day turned into night, and they had all been very weary (WEARY OR ELSE!), so they turned in for the night...
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Karen slept hard and well. For the last few weeks she's had either a cot or the ground. A real bed is just what she needed. And really it's a luxury no matter the grade of bed, anything is better than a cot or the stiff ground. She had Kaiser sleep right outside of her locked door. Rising up in the morning she blinks blearily at the wall across from her, momentarily forgetting where she was. Right. In the Lucky 38. Worming her way out of the bed she pulls on her packed cloth robe. Karen's legs and arms are still wrapped in protective bandaging. She slept in shorts and a tank top lost night. Rubbing some sleep out of her green eyes the woman unlocks her door. Kaiser stands up happily when she opens it, whoofing excitedly and headbutting her hip. With a faint laugh she shoos the dog with a hand and wanders until she finds the kitchen. With a rumbling tummy the woman begins to find herself some breakfast.
Apparently no one else had woken up yet and there's no sign of Selena. The gambler no doubt stayed up well past an hour she should have, pulling on slot machines and rolling dice. Karen shuffles into the kitchen with a slight recoil from the light. Grumbling under her breath the sniper yanks open a cupboard and snags a box of Sugar Bombs. Kaiser stares at her until she's able to salvage some jerky and an ant egg from the fridge for him. She drops herself in a seat at the table as she slowly eats, tired eyes reading the back of the box. Karen isn't a morning person.
Apparently no one else had woken up yet and there's no sign of Selena. The gambler no doubt stayed up well past an hour she should have, pulling on slot machines and rolling dice. Karen shuffles into the kitchen with a slight recoil from the light. Grumbling under her breath the sniper yanks open a cupboard and snags a box of Sugar Bombs. Kaiser stares at her until she's able to salvage some jerky and an ant egg from the fridge for him. She drops herself in a seat at the table as she slowly eats, tired eyes reading the back of the box. Karen isn't a morning person.
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At around the same time, on the other side of the Strip, Mason was finally rising from his bed in The Tops' presidential suite. Giving off a heavy yawn, Mason reaches for his pre-war alarm clock, which is playing "Suspicious Minds" by Elvis Presley, and presses the "shut it" button. He then gets to his feet like the mindless zombie that he appears to be, and stumbles to the kitchen looking more or less the same. He then searches his medical bag for some much needed smokes. Thanks to them, its needless to say in a measly five minutes he will be ready to welcome another Mojave wasteland day. The first day working under "The Courier" too.
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Mobs can be automated spawns, like rats and bats, or full-on NPCs complete with conversation menus. Use them to enhance your player experience!
Current Mobs
No mobs have been created yet.
Spawns
Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.
Events
You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.
Orphanage
By marking a character as abandoned, you can offer them to your players as pre-made character sheets.
The Forge
Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Fallout: Vegas Knights. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.
Notable Items
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The Market
Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.
Market DataMarket conditions are Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale) |
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