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| In Like a Lamb | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 13 2016, 11:19 AM (183 Views) | |
| Fallon | Jul 13 2016, 11:19 AM Post #1 |
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It as a far cry from what she was used to, that was for sure. Just to see some semblance of civilization at this point was a blessing. A desert rose in the eyes of someone who had never traversed a day in her life and now took to the roads alone in search of revenge, and a new start if that was possible after the atrocities she had witnessed back in C'est Toujours Ensolielle. She was such a fool to have thought she would grow up and become a doctor without incident the way all her friends were. Some had husbands and babies now and here she was schluping it in the nasty wastes with dirty nails and a nose full of... was this even sand or just dirt out here? Whatever the case may be, she stalked into town and pulled back her hood to peer around the podunk little place. A rosy smile blossomed on her lips as she found the first forms of life milling about. Pointed in this direction some time ago on her hunt to find the man who killed her parents, and the gang of dirtbags that were with him, her light blue eyes took in all the sights as she entered the little town. Finding a man on the street, she hustled across to catch him in hopes of getting some help. "Excuse me, monsieur! Could you--" OW! The man brushed right passed her with his bulk; nearly running her over like an oaf. Rubbing her shoulder with a pout, Fallon Feathers wasn't about to be dismayed by one uncuth gentleman. Weaving through the shed-like homes, she finally found what she was looking for! A&I Food Co-op. Right where that traveler on the road said it would be. "Bonjour...?" She called out meekly as she opened the door to the quaint little church. She could imagine it once hosted weddings and mass alike as she set foot inside and headed for the basement. More than sick of canned food and jerky, she could tell this place would at least offer a better variety than she'd been chewing on during her travels. Looking around the orderly shelves, Fallon nervously thumbed a pair of caps and hoped she could get something for them. Otherwise she'd be stuck pawning off more of her things in the process. "Allo? Is there anyone here?" |
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Fallon Feathers S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 3 6 3 8 8 6 7 Weapons: Switchblade, Scalpel, Kindness Inventory: Make-shift healing kit including scalpel, home-brewed medicine, syringe, bandages, duct tape, whiskey flask. Blanket, canteen, mirror, eyeliner, pen, journal, clean skirt. Traits: Improv Artist, Good-Natured, Small Frame Appearance: Petite, blonde, blue-eyed, pale skinned, bright smile! Need a boo boo kissed? | |
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| Lothmar | Jul 13 2016, 12:05 PM Post #2 |
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Head raider
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A bell made out of bent cans and a bits of scrap clunked as the door at the bottom of the stairwell to the churches basement opened. Abraham would have prefered an actual bell but where was he to get a luxery like that without paying for it? Nah, you make do in the wastes with what you got. "Bonjour?" IS4C added hovering into the teller position after he heard someone inquire if someone was in. Hovering in place on the other side of the junk security fence that kept the thieves and low lives from robbing the shop he addressed the customer. A section of crossed wire's allowed both sides to see each other and talk clearly but were enough of an obstruction that hopefully one couldn't strangle or stab the clerk on the other side before they closed the wooden shutters with the metal paneling on the inside. A drawer sat in the counter lined up with the teller station that allowed both parties to put reasonably sized items inside and exchange them, though larger orders or trades would obviously have to come through the security door further down the wall. "Well I cant say i've heard that before but it's a welcome breath of fresh air." The robot has a build similar to most of the Handy series except that it is more rounded cube like body then a sphere. However it possesses four arms like the 'gutsy' series and an extra Eyestalk with a third party optic unit instead and its main bodies shell is covered in several nubs as well as a few mail slot like portals. Obviously not the robots original case. If one observes Isac long enough or requests a function he is not prepared for at the moment but possesses the right tools one will witness the arms crane up, deposit a tool connected to the arm in a slot, the slot closing around the nub attachment and the arm re-locking onto a new nub before pulling out a new tool. Also unlike the Handy and Gusty the front has a square like screen that is see through that allows Isac to bake, broil and even microwave! And of course the unit would not be complete without its 'Food-o-matic' label across the top of the Body. To accent the robot a metallic 'sailor' like hat was added, this hat shifts and bends turning itself into a funnel through which various materials can be process through the patented food-o-matic food processor. 'Ah must be one of those folks from the Coast or some swampers from Louisiana.' Abraham thought at first while checking a tally of goods on a piece of paper deciding to let Isaac handle things for the moment while he finished up. "~Enchanté, mademoiselle?" The robot added with a pause searching its memory banks and pronouncing a word it had never done before in its usual English butler esque accent in a tone that suggested it was seeking clarification that it had used the word correctly. 'Wait, isnt that a french word referring to a woman?' Abraham ponders for a moment as he holds up a Mutato (mutated potatoe) to ensure it's quality before putting it back in the bag. 'Wait, Isaac knows french?' He thought suddenly turning over as if hoping he hadn't jinxed himself by thinking that. "Welcome to the A&I food Co-op, how may I~" Isaac pauses as he suddenly notices Abraham skid in next to him at the security window. "We help you today?" Abraham's appearance is similar to a young mr House. His hair is oily and kept combed back and his mustache is kept trimmed pencil thin along his upper lip and his face is kept well shaven with a straight razor. His eyes possess a gentle green color to them that accents his mildly tanned skin from traveling the roads fairly well. His slender appearance and the confidence he carries himself with seems to suggest that he might look more natural in old world finery, however strangely enough he tends to wear very practical or functional clothing that one can do hard work in. He is currently wearing cargo pants with many pockets and a basic undershirt under an open pre war Leather jacket that is in fairly good condition. His hat and Desert coat lay on a hook somewhere nearby but they are unneeded since he is out of the sun and in the cool embrace of the basement proper. Having long since missed any chance to enter the conversation naturally at this point he attempts to remain silent and wait for his chance to join in properly soon enough as he attempts to keep himself from acting nervous in front of a lovely potential customer. That is until he begins to examine the customer a little more closely. Thankfully she didn't have much skin exposed thanks to a jacket and pants but without a proper hat or the like to serve as a physical sunblock her face, neck and the chest she left exposed may suffer. The beads of sweat trickling down her front side between breaths compelled him to speak. "Feel free to have a seat on one of our benches and cool down if you prefer while we talk." Abraham added gesturing to the wall behind her and the benches with the occasional straw stuffed cloth pillow and the simple nails up on the wall that served as a place to hang your hat or jacket. It was cooler down here then outside with the added bonus of hiding from much of the suns rays. "Would you care for some refreshment? All new customers are offered a free bottle of A&I brand purified water to sample so long as you return the bottle and cap for our rebottling. If you're interested." Abraham added reaching under the counter as he pulls out a nuka cola bottle with a simple paper label that had 'A&I Brand Purified Water'. He opens a drawer in the counter, deposits the bottle inside and then closes the drawer again as the contents shift over to the other side. There was an inset bottle opener in the counter to use if she didn't have one. |
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Reputation +150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm! +00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic! S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1 6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5 Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray. Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2) ========= Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager. S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1 4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10) Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1), Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing) ===== Moleman and Chompy (coming soon) | |
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| Fallon | Aug 9 2016, 04:41 AM Post #3 |
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Fallon's brows lifted high at the interaction between the robot and the man behind the barbed wire and she couldn't deny there was a smirk on her lips as she listened on for a moment. She'd never seen such a thing, but she could suppose out here in the desolate wastes, people got lonely and made do with everything they had at their disposal to keep from going completely insane. "Oh some water would be lovely, Monsieur." She kept up her smile and accepted the offer of a place to sit. She had been traveling for an awfully long time and her weary legs had just about enough of this little adventure already. What she wouldn't have given to have a fizzy drink or wine, and a swirly umbrella overhead as she relaxed beside the coast. But her mission was personal, and she wasn't about to give up on her revenge just for a few creature comforts. Taking the offered seat on the bench, she let her eyes wander while the man and his robot fetched her a promised water. Her parched throat spoke volumes to the trials she had undergone just to get this far. How did these people live this way all the time? "I came looking for some supplies for my journey, and your lovely shop was the only one anyone pointed to." She hoped he took the compliment for what it was, and not the glaringly bright fact that his was really about the only shop in a million miles where she could stock up before venturing out again. "And I was also hoping, sir, that you might point me in the direction of someone who knows these parts?" Her smile did waver a bit then, but her bright eyes were still filled with youthful hope that she hadn't noticed in most of the denizens in the area. It was sad, really, that so few had so little to look forward to. But she was not the sort to let anything get her down. Not even a daunting bit of revenge. "See, I'm look for some people that travel extensively, and I'm not from here, so I need supplies and a guide. I'll pay you with whatever I can!" Holding up a handful of caps, she held off on the rest of it to see if this would do. Afterall, if he was serving water in bottles, and demanding the caps back, perhaps he could reuse them for their actual purpose. |
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Fallon Feathers S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 3 6 3 8 8 6 7 Weapons: Switchblade, Scalpel, Kindness Inventory: Make-shift healing kit including scalpel, home-brewed medicine, syringe, bandages, duct tape, whiskey flask. Blanket, canteen, mirror, eyeliner, pen, journal, clean skirt. Traits: Improv Artist, Good-Natured, Small Frame Appearance: Petite, blonde, blue-eyed, pale skinned, bright smile! Need a boo boo kissed? | |
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| Lothmar | Aug 9 2016, 08:36 AM Post #4 |
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Abraham leaned against the counter somewhat and made himself look busy as he got down his neo patriot medal from the memento's board and began wiping the thing to a shine as he listened intently. He could tell the young lady would have probably preferred an iced tea or lemonade but the way she drank was honest to the fact that beggars cant be choosers and she appreciated the gesture. "That's good to hear, it's taken a bit of work to overtake Trappers place in peoples minds when it comes to provisions." Admittedly there were still a few holdouts that prefer the advantage of one stop shopping of an inventory that includes everything from bullets to Tack but Abraham liked to believe quality and an investment in the community was winning him loyal customers. He examined the old medal before hanging it back up on the memento rack as he picked up his notepad and pencil and snapped at Isaac who hovered to the back of the store to unlock the storage area. "Mmm-hmm…" Abraham added making notes before tapping the pencil. "Well the towns got no shortage of hunters and people who know the area but it's a good thing you asked someone for a reference since there are some less then savory individuals in their mix~." He adds deciding not to go further but imagining her having asked the wrong kind of person and ending up taken advantage of and possibly sold to slavers or worse. For some reason this caused him to imagine her in a maids outfit which was certainly unlikely but the accent gave it a fantastic level of appeal. "Heck even I have got plenty of hunting and travel savvy from when I was primarily a traveling merchant until a few months back before I got this space and some Co-op members. But I ain't about to hog all the work opportunities for myself, no matter how appealing the prospect of traveling with a fine lady like yourself seems." He adds with a bit of a wink and a chuckle. "We should discuss supplies once we figure out how many will be in your group and how much it'll cost to hire them to get you to your projected destination so I know how long of a journey to supply you for." Abraham adds with a nod to Isaac as he walks towards the main security door in the junk wall. "I'll prepare to lock up then sir." Isaac adds exiting the food storage area and locks it behind him before proceeding over to the wall behind him. After unbarring the door Abraham exits to the waiting area. "If they're in town they're likely at Bobo's bar." He adds before leaning over and presenting his fore arm. "Shall I escort you there so you can interview my suggested candidates in person?" He adds attempting to gentlemanly. After standing up and heading to the door IS4C exits behind them and closes the door to the security gate and then locking the door to the basement as they begin to climb the stairs. On the way to the Bar Abraham commented. "You know, usually when people come to trade in caps it's the locals or the poor from the boneyard that know I have caps for water exchange cause I bottle, so it's usually in small amounts. So you can imagine how surprised I am that you're the second person this week to try and barter with a size-able quantity of caps." He added marveling at his luck and that he wouldn't need caps for quite awhile unless he bottled a size-able inventory in advance but he'd need more bottles for that. He couldn't have known that the two were likely related. It was a short trip across the square and then towards a street that lead towards the outskirts of town and there sat a squat Saloon like building. "Well it seems we're lucky." Abraham adds eyeing someone relaxing in a chair on the porch that some people sunned on or sat in to still be near the bar but to get a bit fresher air from the lingering scents and smokes within. "Hey Louis, that's you right?" Abraham adds approaching the edge of the railing. "Got a customer requesting the services of a guide if you've got the time for an interview and the work assuming you're both interested." |
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Reputation +150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm! +00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic! S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1 6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5 Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray. Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2) ========= Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager. S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1 4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10) Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1), Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing) ===== Moleman and Chompy (coming soon) | |
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| RAM | Aug 14 2016, 03:14 AM Post #5 |
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Seated on the deck of Bobo's, a lone figure watched the occasional passerby while casually drinking his whiskey from a dirty glass. Tired still, he'd only just returned from a job a few days earlier, and the stitching in his clothing suggested it was rougher than desired. Though not elderly, the grizzled trail guide looked as experienced as he was weathered, musket propped along the wall beside him as he reached for a stale pack of cigarettes he'd managed to acquire. Calloused hands flipped the top, and a quick tap on the bottom popped one cigarette high enough for him to snag it with his lips. Lighting the stale thing with an improvised match, Louis inhaled the smoke with a long, thought out drag, enjoying the moment for what it was. Not one who was much for conversation, this was his preferred place among the community. Bobo's was a hole in the wall but nice enough to stock okay moonshine and piss water whiskey, making it good enough for him. Reclining back in his chair, the dark haired man enjoyed his brief period of respite while also contemplating where his next bit of work should come from. The caravan he'd guided up north paid decently well but a few hides and an air rifle would only get a man so far before he became hungry again. Otherwise occupied by thought and a cause to relax for the time being, Louis remained where he was, ignoring the few patrons who walked in and out of the bar. A familiar voice called out to him, dragging the man from his own private realm of peace and relaxation. Harsh blue eyes darted in the direction of Abraham, and the woman he escorted. The guide did not smile, smirk or wave, he but merely tipped the brim of his hat to the approaching party of two. "If it ain't me, then we're both sure as hell to have a problem." The man's gruff voice called out to answer the trader before taking another long drag from his cigarette. Work he said? The man's eyes switched from Abraham and instead on the small, blue eyed and blond woman on his arm. Joy...a desert flower. His joy, of course, was completely sarcastic in his own mind. Though he wasn't one to judge a book by it's cover, experience had led the guide into learning that the frail, delicate and pretty often proved themselves more a problem than profit. Still, with a groan, he'd hear out the job and see if it was up his alley. A booted foot reached out and hooked a nearby chair, dragging it to sit adjacent to where he himself sat. Louis motioned to the chair for the woman to come forward and take a seat, he figured Abraham could find his own, and thus did not offer the same courtesy. "Come on then and let's hear it. I've never been a man to say no to a reasonable job offer." |
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Louis Shepard - Mustketman for hire S:5, P:9, E:7, C:3, I:5, A:7, L:4 Level: 1 Weapons: Home-made Musket, Switchblade Armor: Duster Inventory: GC BB Gun, Broken Tire Armor, 2x Hides, Improvised bedroll, canteen, whiskey x1, musketball mold, improvised powder flask x3, 3x3" steel mirror. Appearance A middle aged, caucasian man, he's roughly 5'11" with a conditioned figure. A partially groomed beard obscures most of his face, while cool, blue eyes watch the world around him. He walks with a long, purposeful gait and seems light on his feet despite his worn look. | |
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