Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Oct 29, 2016 23:35:28 GMT
The bottle is a jar with a white lid and a white label that says "ORIGINAL BUFFOUT" on it.
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Post by StagnantAeons on Nov 2, 2016 14:20:54 GMT
Keep the drugs. you might be able to sell them later. Clearly no stimpacks around so looks like we're gonna have to get old school. >Search the junk for something straight and reasonably stiff to use as a splint for Sasha's arm, and any reasonably clean cloth for bandages.
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Nov 3, 2016 2:30:34 GMT
Keep the drugs. you might be able to sell them later. Clearly no stimpacks around so looks like we're gonna have to get old school. >Search the junk for something straight and reasonably stiff to use as a splint for Sasha's arm, and any reasonably clean cloth for bandages. You remember learning as a kid about addictive substances used in the old world. You're almost certain "Buffout" was one of them. While there's a chance that the thing with the canisters is a stimpak, you suppose that it's more likely another method of getting high. In any case, it's probably a good policy to not inject things into yourself unless you're sure that they won't kill you. This means you'll have to carry Sasha in your backpack, to make sure that you don't drop her. If you're going to do that, she'll need something to keep her arm straight so that it doesn't get twisted even more. Also, it would be a good idea to patch yourself up; you're still bleeding from where the rat bit you on your left arm. Meanwhile, you take off the dirty bandage on your right arm and you notice, in the room's orange light, that the wound on your right arm is starting to swell up. Hopefully it's just sore, and not infected. While looking at your right arm, you spot the dangling remnants of your sleeve.
That's it! You can make bandages from your sleeve. All you have to do is finish what that roach started yesterday and tear off the dangling strips. You pull on one of the strips and it tears all the way up to your shoulder before finally coming off. You curse at this, but then realize that you needed longer pieces anyway, so you tear off the entire rest of your sleeve as well, and split that in two. This gives you three strips in total. You use one of them to wrap up your bleeding left arm and put the other two in your bag for now. One of these pencils on the ground here should make a fine splint for Sasha. You pick up one of the less-chewed ones and store it.
You cross the board back to Sasha in her cage. When you reach her, you ready the strip of cloth from your jumpsuit and the pencil. Then, as you stare at her crooked arm, the reality of what you're about to do sets in.
Oohhhhhhh jeez.You think. Ohhhhh God. What am I doing? I'm not a doctor. This is going to hurt her. A lot.
It takes a few minutes, but somehow, you regain your nerve. This is what's best. This has to be done.
* * * Daylight greets you as you emerge from the stairwell. Your eyes squint to protect themselves. Sasha cries from inside your bag, which you've left open for her to look out from. You've swaddled her in her blanket again to keep her from hurting her splinted arm.
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Post by Poligrizolph on Nov 3, 2016 3:56:20 GMT
> No two ways about it: only one. Head west down the road.
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Nov 3, 2016 21:32:27 GMT
> No two ways about it: only one. Head west down the road. You consult your Pip-Boy to orient yourself and get on the road to Mossy Oaks. Once again, it's guessed where you're going, marking down "Mossy Oaks" in the spot that an old resort with that name used to be.
With your injuries, the trip takes you about an hour, but you see it long before you get there. Mossy Oaks is a giant tower, surrounded by 12-foot concrete walls. At the gate, you see the zombie-lady from before. She's sitting cross-legged and drinking from a flask. A heavily armored guard stands nearby, his gun pointed at her.
"Huh. You made it. I'm impressed, smoothskin," she says.
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Post by Poligrizolph on Nov 5, 2016 22:14:31 GMT
> What's happened?
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Nov 6, 2016 2:08:46 GMT
"Nothin' Too unusual for this town. They don't like ghouls much, so I gotta wait out here and let this idiot point his gun at me while they send out a trader." "I'm just doing my job, Hazel," says the guard. "You know that." "Just shut up and try not to kill me by accident."
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Post by Sharkalien on Nov 6, 2016 3:04:25 GMT
>Tell the guard you and a baby urgently need some medical assistance ASAP
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Post by Finalius on Nov 6, 2016 4:10:50 GMT
>Tell the guard you and a baby urgently need some medical assistance ASAP "I need to get in," you tell the guard. "I'm hurt, and I have a baby with me who's hurt, too." You tilt your head back, gesturing toward Sasha, who, mercifully, seems to have fallen asleep. "Oh gosh," Says the guard. "Poor little guy... or girl, I guess. Uh. Okay. Let me just-... You know what? Go on over to that call button on the left and press it. I shouldn't move right now."
You do so, and a thickly accented female voice answers.
"God Damn it Harold! I told you, if she wants to buy any more whiskey, she'll have to wait for the trader!" "I'm not Harold," you say, wearily. "I need to get in through the gate. I have a baby with me who's hurt. And I'm not a... ghoul, or whatever." "No, I can tell you're not. Mummy always said I had excellent hearing. Come on in, then."
The iron gate slides open to the right and you enter. A woman in a cream-colored dress on your left points you to a particular building. You recognize her voice as the woman over the intercom. She looks very out of place next to the gate. You doubt that she does this kind of work very often.
"You'll find Dr. Marcus in there, dear. You didn't touch that ghoul, did you?" You shake your head no. "Well tell the doctor if you feel you need to be decontaminated anyway. I know I would," she says, taking a file to the nails on her left hand.
* * * "I'll help your baby for free, but I've got to charge you for your own injuries," says the tan Dr. Marcus. He reaches out for you to hand him Sasha, and you do. "My rate is 50 caps. I'll take care of her while you get the funds ready." You're a little offended that he just assumed that you were poor. He wasn't wrong, though.
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Post by SinkingSailor on Nov 6, 2016 8:30:09 GMT
>In a town and ya already gonna owe someone caps. Nice work, pardner.
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Nov 7, 2016 1:41:07 GMT
>In a town and ya already gonna owe someone caps. Nice work, pardner. Well, if you put it that way, you owed someone the moment you got injured. So, really, you first owed someone when you got bit by those radroaches no more than 10 minutes after leaving the vault.
You ask the doctor to direct you to a place where you can sell your stuff and he sends you to a shop on the other side of the tower, which you limp all the way over to. The door hits some tin cans on a string when you enter to announce your presence.
"Greetin's," says the shopkeep. "Buying, selling or both?" "Uh, selling. Maybe both, though." You teeter a bit in place, a surge of unease going through you. He looks moderately concerned. "Say, you don't look so good. You oughtta see the doctor so he can fix you up." "Working on it," you say, giving him a look.
You have: ~~~~~~~ Can of baby formula Matchbox (with 3 matches) Strange powder Pack of gum Stopwatch Hairdryer Beer Buffout Hypodermic needle strapped to 2 canisters
What are you willing to sell?
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Post by Sharkalien on Nov 7, 2016 17:12:03 GMT
>The Strange powder, Pack of gum, Stopwatch, Hairdryer, Beer, and Hypodermic needle strapped to 2 canisters
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Post by Finalius on Nov 7, 2016 23:19:41 GMT
>The Strange powder, Pack of gum, Stopwatch, Hairdryer, Beer, and Hypodermic needle strapped to 2 canisters You put the items on the counter and he goes through them, one by one. When he's done poking, shaking, sniffing and feeling them, he sits back in an old chair, which creaks violently.
He clears his throat. "Well, the healing powder I can take for 15, the gum for 1, the stopwatch for 8, the hairdryer for 5, the beer for 2, and the psycho for 25. 56 caps in all." "Okay, swell," you say. "Wait, did you say healing powder?" "Yep. It'll go for 15," he says, brushing off his ratty suit coat. "Right, got that, but it'll heal me, right?" "Over the course of a day or so, yeah."
You're still painfully hungry. You can't afford to pass out during the trip. If you use the healing powder on yourself and don't have to pay the doctor for his services, you'll probably be able to buy several meals for the trip. Maybe even a weapon. Then again, how useful will that weapon be to you if someone attacks you before the healing powder's done?
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Post by Poligrizolph on Nov 8, 2016 1:44:13 GMT
> Hold off on the powder. You can always sell it later, if you don't find some place to stay the night.
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Post by Sharkalien on Nov 8, 2016 19:07:45 GMT
>Sell everything but the healing powder
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Post by Finalius on Nov 9, 2016 2:02:29 GMT
> Hold off on the powder. You can always sell it later, if you don't find some place to stay the night. >Sell everything but the healing powder You sell everything but the powder and he gives you 41 caps.
"What weapons can I get for this?" you ask.
He tells you about your options:
Security baton - 15 Switchblade - 20 Machete - 25 Combat Knife - 25 Baseball bat - 25 Sledgehammer - 40
You also ask him what food he's selling.
Potato crisps - 7 Dandy Boy apples - 7 Pork n' Beans - 10 Sugar Bombs - 11
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Post by Sharkalien on Nov 9, 2016 19:30:53 GMT
>Buy a Machete and two Dandy Boy apples
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Post by Finalius on Nov 10, 2016 0:21:15 GMT
>Buy a Machete and two Dandy Boy apples It would be a good idea to have something long and sharp. You buy a machete and two boxes of Dandy Boy apples. The moment you have the apples in your hands, you find yourself opening the boxes and eating them. Your jaw nearly unhinges as you shove as much in your mouth as you can at a time. The shopkeeper looks at you in horror.
You realize that this probably wasn't the best course of action, but you couldn't help yourself. It's been so long since you've had a meal, not counting the bite or two yesterday you had from that kebab.
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Post by Finalius on Sept 14, 2017 1:23:16 GMT
The shopkeeper fails to keep composure as he speaks. "Will... will that be all, sir?" "Yeah, I think so." You awkwardly pick up the box and a couple cores, then mumble to yourself. "I'll see myself out."
The apples left some of their sweet, syrupy coating on your mouth. You lick it off as you step out the door. You feel substantially better with food in your belly, but are still quite concerned as to how you're going to pay that doctor. Wait, what was he going to do if you couldn't pay him back? Would he toss Sasha outside? Would he keep her? What if he was some kind of weirdo?
A man in a wide-brimmed hat and sporting a long mustache steps directly in your path. "Greetings, vault-dweller! My name is Mustache Q, and-a-howda-ya-do!" His brightly-colored plaid suit is so starchy that it squeaks as he extends his hand to you.
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