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trans_92012-05-02 03:39 pm
quixotically) wrote in trans_92012-05-02 03:39 pm
quest selected: glad to be unhappy [open; backdated options]
Who: Elle (Courier Six) and YOU
Where: Anywhere you want, though these are specific locations that'll be popping up: Hydroponics, the Garibah Tree, the Public Bathroom in the City, and a wall near the Level 5 Sleeping Halls teleporter. And, for the sake of narration, the Lucky 38. The Drunken Dragon Tavern will be added later!
When: Any time ranging from shortly after the podpops to the past week or so.
Summary: Elle has been occupying herself by exploring the ship, especially the City. I'm going to set this post up in a bit of a weird way, with the OP being a general exploring post, and then threads for specific locations, just to make things clean and easily organized. Feel free to tag into any of the threads unless it's marked as [CLOSED], and you can start your own thread with Elle set in another location of your choosing if you'd like! These settings are just starting points, in a way.
Warnings: None?
Elle is certain there are better things she could be doing, but... Unbeknownst to her, spending an endless amount of time exploring the Ship and its City has become her coping mechanism. She hasn't quite realized just how hard this whole situation has hit her. The knowledge that her home, the world she had learned to love again, even after everything that happened there, was gone... Knowing that most of the people she'd met probably hadn't been saved... Maybe she's still in shock. Maybe she's subconsciously delaying the information from truly, fully sinking in. But, regardless, she thinks she's fine. Which is why she wonders why she's still doing it. But everything else in her mind is telling her to keep poking her head around, and she's learned to listen to her instincts, so... Exploring it is.
Elle has managed to get herself a dress made a few weeks after her podpop, at the very least. There's a part of her that feels particularly naked without her combat armor, but she doesn't want to run around the ship wearing it -- it makes her seem more heavily armed, and that's not exactly good for making friends. Her dress and her Pre-War Hat will do her just fine, thank you very much, and it's much more comfortable. (Of course, she still has her shotgun slung over her back and a bag filled with extra ammo and her teddy bear over her shoulder. She may not be wearing her armor, but at least she'll be able to fight.)
The small Courier can be found everywhere publicly accessible on the Ship, though it's much more common to find her somewhere in the City. There's a lot more todistract herself with explore there, after all.
Where: Anywhere you want, though these are specific locations that'll be popping up: Hydroponics, the Garibah Tree, the Public Bathroom in the City, and a wall near the Level 5 Sleeping Halls teleporter. And, for the sake of narration, the Lucky 38. The Drunken Dragon Tavern will be added later!
When: Any time ranging from shortly after the podpops to the past week or so.
Summary: Elle has been occupying herself by exploring the ship, especially the City. I'm going to set this post up in a bit of a weird way, with the OP being a general exploring post, and then threads for specific locations, just to make things clean and easily organized. Feel free to tag into any of the threads unless it's marked as [CLOSED], and you can start your own thread with Elle set in another location of your choosing if you'd like! These settings are just starting points, in a way.
Warnings: None?
Elle is certain there are better things she could be doing, but... Unbeknownst to her, spending an endless amount of time exploring the Ship and its City has become her coping mechanism. She hasn't quite realized just how hard this whole situation has hit her. The knowledge that her home, the world she had learned to love again, even after everything that happened there, was gone... Knowing that most of the people she'd met probably hadn't been saved... Maybe she's still in shock. Maybe she's subconsciously delaying the information from truly, fully sinking in. But, regardless, she thinks she's fine. Which is why she wonders why she's still doing it. But everything else in her mind is telling her to keep poking her head around, and she's learned to listen to her instincts, so... Exploring it is.
Elle has managed to get herself a dress made a few weeks after her podpop, at the very least. There's a part of her that feels particularly naked without her combat armor, but she doesn't want to run around the ship wearing it -- it makes her seem more heavily armed, and that's not exactly good for making friends. Her dress and her Pre-War Hat will do her just fine, thank you very much, and it's much more comfortable. (Of course, she still has her shotgun slung over her back and a bag filled with extra ammo and her teddy bear over her shoulder. She may not be wearing her armor, but at least she'll be able to fight.)
The small Courier can be found everywhere publicly accessible on the Ship, though it's much more common to find her somewhere in the City. There's a lot more to
[ the lucky 38 | CLOSED ]
her heart stops.
She knows that shape. She knows that building. With a painful jolt, her heart twists in her chest and she loses her breath. Some small voice in the back of her head warns her that it might be something else, it may just be another building, she shouldn't get her heart set on it, but it's drowned out by the surge of emotions. Hope. Homesickness. Longing. Desperation. Before she knows it, she's running.
She will remember the trip between where she was and where she's going as a blur. Nothing else mattered then except getting there.
And she did. And she was right.
The Lucky 38 greets her with all of its flashing lights. Something inside her -- everything that has been bubbling under the surface ever since her podpop -- breaks. She's starting to cry as she pulls open one of the casino's doors.
Through bleary vision, she checks out the state of the 38. Power is all on. Elevator is working. The cocktail lounge has no alcohol, but plenty of glasses and empty bottles, though behind the bar, she finds two crates, one filled with Sunset Sasparilla and one with Nuka-Cola. None of the things she had stored in the Presidential Suite are there, but she can't say she's surprised. At least some of my decorations are still here, she thinks as she looks at the three pool balls sitting on the coffee table in her bedroom. She's still not sure why she decided to pick up a cue ball, an 8 ball, and a 13 ball and set them up in her room like this. It just feels right somehow, if a little sad. She wishes she could remember the importance behind it.
When she arrives on the Penthouse floor, she finds it more empty than ever. There are no Securitrons. There is no hum and beep of electronics. A dread begins to grow in the back of her head. Slowly, she walks towards the main room. The survivalist in the back of her mind tries to warn her, prepare her. Logic says, you know better, don't get your hopes up, be ready...
The side monitors displaying feeds from the security cameras in the Lucky 38 are operational. But the big screen in the middle...
Connection lost...
Elle sinks to the floor, then, and cries. It's a helpless sort of crying, the kind born from the scared, lost little girl inside her. She had thought, she had hoped, maybe, just maybe, he would be here, waiting for her, and he would scold her for taking so long, but then he would have all the answers and know just what to do, but he isn't. Finally, profoundly, Elle feels alone and small and powerless in this place, this living, breathing ship floating through space on a mission to save the universe, far away from anything familiar and right and any place she might have called home and any people she might have once called family. It's all gone, they're all gone, save for a girl and a dog who don't know who she is and the people from who are still sleeping inside their pods. She's scared. She wants to go home. This building may have been the place she called home, but it's still all wrong, sitting on meaty ground instead of dead and desolate. She wants to go back where she knows the players, knows the people, and maybe she didn't know if she could actually help, but she still had... guidance. Something. Anything. Anything but this place and this situation.
She doesn't want it. She's never wanted any of it. Not Stacy, not the Ohm, not the Daligig, not the Platinum Chip. She just wants her memories back, she wants her purpose back, she wants a home and family and friends -- she just wants to not be alone.
After the tears finally stop and after she pulls herself together, she remembers that there is still one place in the 38 she hasn't checked. She takes a deep breath, picks herself up off the floor, and returns to the elevator.
Her next stop is the Hidden Valley Bunker. Even if... it isn't in the Hidden Valley any more. Whatever. Elle needs to talk to Veronica. She's the only one who would really understand. Elle doesn't know how she will react to the news about the Lucky 38, but there's something else, something more important, that she needs to know. She would know who to talk to about what she found.
Securitrons... There are Securitrons in the basement. Elle hasn't been keeping up with what's been going on elsewhere in the ship, but she is absolutely certain the robots will be able to help. Without Mr. House to give them orders, she's not sure what they'll do with them, but she's also sure there are people on Stacy who are more technologically minded than she is and would be able to find some way to get around that problem.
Or she could ask Stacy to find and podpop Mr. House. But Elle doubts that her luck is that good.[ Hidden Valley Bunker ]
He does look up curiously at the sound of footfalls, though. He's not so absorbed in the job as all that.
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"Um... Hello." She wants to ask what he's doing here, but she doesn't know how to say it without being rude. If he's here, he must have a reason, right?
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"It's nice to meet you, High Elder." She inclines her head in respectful greeting.
Veronica's question brings her back around, though, and her expression becomes more serious. "Veronica, the Lucky 38 is here on the ship. I found it just now. More importantly... There are Securitrons in the basement."
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He can't say he recognizes the specific make name, but it's got a promising ring to it.
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A moment passes, then there's a small smirk that comes across Veronica's face. "...hey Elle, you still got that fancy poker chip?"
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"The Platinum Chip? Yeah, I've got it right here."
She reaches into her pack and draws the thing out.
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going off the assumption Elle doesn't know Vee's the head yet
"Wait, you almost bought your wife a..." Something about the way he said it, so casually -- You don't commonly buy robots any more, you scavenge and fix them up. She isn't drawing the connection to differing timelines yet, though, so she just stands there looking confused for a moment.
Anyway. "The Securitrons could definitely be useful. Is there anyone in particular we should talk to? There's a tech department and all somewhere around here, right?"
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He glances over at Veronica. "I've mostly been working on getting something organized in the way of ground forces. You have anyone in particular you think ought to know about this, Scribe?"
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"Weeeell..." Veronica starts, then nods. "I wound up joining up, though, uh. Given a lack of a head of their general science department, and the others in the department being too busy, or heading up other departments, I kinda took up the reigns." There's a bit of a sheepish grin on her face - she's proud, but still feels a little awkward about the whole thing. "Given that it's our backwards tech, I think we're the go-to people on it, though some others might need to be called in at some points. I spent more time wandering the Mojave than I did tinkering."
"Don't suppose there was a chip-reader just lying around down there, was there?"