Enter the former Vault Dwellers - Joint Action with warneverchanged - OPEN

[wasteland_101]

The bus ride had been a very interesting one. She still wasn't sure what was going on, but she noticed that she wasn't the only one with a Vault suit and Pip Boy on. Though the other woman's was a different model than her own.

The conversation had started off simply. "Vault 111? I'm from 101." And it went on from there. They discussed the differences in the vaults and the lands around the vaults. They had a lot more in common than she realized at first.

When the bus stopped, the two former vault dwellers climbed off and looked around. The Lone Wanderer was stunned. She had never seen so much green before. Not even Oasis had this much green. At least she didn't have to deal with the Treeminders.

"So...is this what the world looked like before the bombs dropped?" she asked the older woman, still staring at everything. Unlike Nora, she hadn't been born before the war. She had only known life in a vault before she was pretty much evicted and forced into the Capital Wasteland.


[OOC: This is an intro for both The Lone Wanderer and Sole Survivor. Feel free to tag one or both of the women!]

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[warneverchanged]

"Yeah." She said, before bending down to run her hand along the blades of grass. "People had yards of this in front and back of their houses. Could be a bitch to take care of too." But gods, did she miss it when she was back at home. Miles on miles of dead everything could take its toll after a while.

"It's weird to see it again, honestly."

[wasteland_101]

"The most green I've ever seen is Oasis. And the people running that place are crazier than raiders," she replied. "Whatever I drink to get in there was nasty."

She knelt down to run her hand through the grass. "It's...softer than I thought it would be."

[warneverchanged]

"Oasis? Never heard of it." Then again, there were probably places LW hadn't heard of up north. Institute. Nuka World, etc.

"People used to have barbeques outdoors on the grass in summer. Before the perpetual nuclear haze, anyway."

[wasteland_101]

"Its a place in the northern part of the Capital Wasteland, about the only place that's actually full of trees that are actually growing," she explained, standing up and looking around. "There's actually a talking tree there. Or...was."

[warneverchanged]

"A... talking tree." She looks at her traveling companion for a moment. "That sounds like something Hancock would see on one of his crazy chem benders."

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[shotinhead]

The Bus Stop, honestly, was a place The Courier tended to pass a lot. (Deliveries could be made, and they could hear gossip - and it was a little away from the city.) They still wore their Brotherhood of Steel t51b armour - but had painted a messy 21 on it, like their duster usually had. They were free, but remained trapped by their own fears.

The world was still frightening. But they couldn't help but look at these newcomers, something felt... almost homely, looking at them. Their deliveries could wait, as they approached. "It's pretty pre-war. In both senses of the word."

[wasteland_101]

She looked up at the power armor, doing her best to keep her hand away from the laser rifle on her back. "Didn't expect someone from the Brotherhood to be here."

She was polite enough, but even with the help she got from the Brotherhood, she had issues with them.

"Never thought I'd see anything Pre-War that wasn't crumbling."

[shotinhead]

"Oh, um. I'm not with them," The Courier said, raising their hands - before removing their helmet to show their heavily scarred face. "I just-- well, they have good engineering."

That's the best The Courier can say about them. Even if they work with them, well. They fucked over Veronica, Courier dislikes that. But they can't help but nod at the latter bit. "Even the Strip had some destruction and dirt - but this is beautiful. And there's a lot of it."

[wasteland_101]

"Ah. I see," she said, relaxing a bit. "The Strip? Never heard of it. I'm from the Capital Wasteland."

She didn't like most of the Brotherhood's ways, but she did like the power armor. It helped out quite a bit against super mutants.

[shotinhead]

It really did. And the Courier was wary about this place.

"Really? I'm from the Mojave Wasteland - well, not from there. Travel a lot across the whole Wasteland. It's a bit of a shithole, but it's home right now."

[warneverchanged]

"Well, you're not wrong." Nora said, before walking over to look at the person in the power armor. Seemed Brotherhood style, even if a bit different than what she was used to. She was used to these punks though. Hanging out with Danse taught her a few things.

"Which one of you punks is in this shell?" She asked, tapping one of the eye windows on their helmet.

[shotinhead]

...They pause for a moment, before slipping off the helmet. Looking her over, with a bit of a disapproving look. "This took a lot to repair, you know. Not like the Brotherhood would help me after everything."

But they don't seem to be frowning too much, even with their scar-covered face and single blind eye. Nah, they've got a bit of a smirk. "I'm not one of them. Just got the training."

[warneverchanged]

She snorts, and nods after he takes the helmet off. "Let me guess, you made a decision they didn't like and decided to put you on the shit list?" Not that this happened to her. Ever. At all.

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[feralnow]

Hancock had slept on the bus on the ride over, a newspaper covering his face, so nobody could tell that he was a ghoul. He was a bit unused to riding in a moving vehicle, so he'd made it easier on himself by just resting his head against the seat and going to sleep.

When the bus came to a stop, he awoke, the paper sliding off him. He looked out the window. He'd never seen so much green in all his life.

The ghoul got off the bus shortly after the two women, and he took a moment to breathe in the air. The sun he didn't like. "That thing needs a dimmer switch."

[warneverchanged]

"They're called clouds." Nora said before turning to look at the person who was talking. Ok, she hadn't expected to see that face here, but she was definitely happy to see another familiar face.

"Hancock, you sly ghoul. Were you on that same bus?"

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[feralnow]

Hancock didn't recognize the woman, but figured that maybe she had swung by Goodneighbor once or twice. After all, how many ghouls dressed like John Hancock could there be running around?

"Yeah, I was. Glad to see it didn't explode on the ride over."

[warneverchanged]

Hmm. No recognition. Ah well, probably Jet or something messed with his brain. But, she could deal with that. Hancock was Hancock, anyway.

"Same. Feels weird to be on pre-war transportation again, honestly."

[wasteland_101]

"I don't have one of those, but I got a spare set of sunglasses you can use," she said, pulling a pair of aviator sunglasses and offering them to the ghoul.

[feralnow]

Hancock accepted them gratefully, placing them over his eyes. "Much better."

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[notjustbecauseihaveto]

"Hello there!" A cheery and slightly robotic voice rang out as both ladies got off the bus. It was fun to greet new people and Yes Man happened to be wondering by when he saw the two new arrivals. What else was he to do but wheel on up to them and wave one of his metal hands.

"I'm Yes Man! It's a pleasure to meet you. If you need any help, don't be afraid to ask! I can't say no."

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[wasteland_101]

She blinked at the robot for a moment. "Interesting. Just what kind of robot are you? I don't remember seeing your kind in the capital."

"Most just call me Wanderer."

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[notjustbecauseihaveto]

"Nice to meet you Wanderer. I'm a PDQ-88 Robco Securitron! Some of Robo's finest. We're all over the place in New Vegas. I help run the city! Usually I'm in Mr. House's mainframe but I couldn't bring the whole Lucky 38 with me on the bus, sadly. The capital? What capital is that, may I ask?" The robot spoke, the expression on his monitor never changing. He did move his arms, trying to articulate with them instead.

[warneverchanged]

Nora stares at the robot for a second. She hadn't seen this kind before, but its personality reminded her of Codsworth for a moment...she hoped the Mr. Handy was doing ok back at home.

"Will do, Yes Man." She squints for a moment. "This is going to seem a weird question, but what year is it.... where you came from."

[notjustbecauseihaveto]

The robot seemed to stare back with its unblinking and unchanging monitor expression. It waited patiently for a response. He had nowhere better to be right now, no one had asked him to be anywhere. He moved back then forward before he spoke again.

"Oh that's okay. Maybe a little weird but not out there. Did you get shot in the head too? It's the year 2281 where I come from; the Independent city of New Vegas! Jewel of the Mohave. Or that's what I'm hoping people call it. Catchy name, am I right?"

[warneverchanged]

"That is kinda catchy. New Vegas... Huh, heard that name before. In passing." She glanced at it for a second. "And no, I didn't get shot in the head. Other places, but stimpaks are amazing."

Sounded like he was from the west, 6 years before she woke up.

That was... interesting.