Ha ha that's great, Lopov! I love all the cursing! . And it's weird how BB disappeared like that. I hope he's okay.
Allright I got one as well. This is going to be called
Return to Moira Brown I think I have the date wrong. I always get confused. Is it supposed to be the year 2077, or 2177, or later? I keep forgetting how it works in FO3.
Friday, 10:37 AM, August 24th, 2077"So, how's the scavving been?? Got the food from that Super Duper Mart?"
"Yo, what up home slice?" Joe King, one of the three most recent escapees from Valut 101 answers. "Yea I gots the food. [censored] bitch homies in there, but I capped 'em all. POW!"
Joe King speaks in imitation of all the street thugs, the rappers, and the yos he'd seen in back in Vault 101*. Somebody had long ago stashed hundreds of visual media examples onto compact discs and DVDs, and after Joe had watched these over and over, he had begun to
speak like the people he had seen. People who lived and died in America before the war. Kept the Tunnel Snakes at bay, that's for sure.
"Really? You DID? Ahh ah, you did!" Moira's voice becomes squeaky and higher-pitched. Like a rat's voice. "Tell me all about it."
"Oh I-a tell you about it, slice. I gots in there wit my [censored] rifle KA-POW. [censored] raider comes up KA-POW! Yo, say hello to my 10 mil, bitch! I would of been kill't, but I killt FIRST. BAYUM!"
"Well as long as it was no problem for you then!" Moira answers brightly. "I mean, who doesn't enjoy cake? Other than robots! I bet they prefer pie. Or Pi."
"the [censored] you talkin about?"
"Well, keep what you got. Just traded for a big food shipment myself. -- Here, take some. My treat. It grates after awhile, but you get used to that."
Joe looks at slop he's been handed, and almost gags. "Yo, where my caps be at, Slice. I aint cappin no bitch homies and not get [censored] paid."
"Oh, and take this!" Moira ignores. "It's an old food sanitizer. Just carry it with you and it should automatically make most food and drink .. moorre .. um, better."
Joe looks at the contraption he's been handed. "Yea I will take that." He doesn't thank her though. With no Overseer out here in the Capitol Wasteland, the freedom to
not use proper manners is freeing. "So what up, Slice? How's about you and me headin' over to the Moriartys, I gots some caps. And Moriarty gots the beer."
But Moira is having none of that. "I need someone to research radiation. And I need someone to research how to travel through a minefield," she says with what seems to be forced enthusiasm. "And that'll cover the first section of the book. Which strikes your fancy?"
"Mine field? The [censored]? I ain' goin thru no mine field. [censored] that [censored], Slice."
Moira takes Joe's lack of an answer for a complete one, being a gal of tricks and mind games, she's on it like flies on an iguana stick. "Well, that's what I need your help for, isn't it? I know lots about radiation from books, but have never done any field studies."
"So?"
"So I need you to get a bit of radiation poisoning. So I can study its effects. Ooooh, not a deadly dose of course -- I can fix you before that!"
Joe King thinks this isn't so bad. ..."You pay me CAPS, y'hear? I want caps! ... The [censored] is all my caps, Slice?"
"Oh, you're a peach!, .. or... at least some sort of hardy fruit that grows in the savagely irradiated mockery of agriculture we call our homestead."
"The [censored]?"
"Now, 200 rads should be should be enough for basic sickness, but if you can get 600 rads or more my tests will be even more accurate."
"Damn Slice. You hard. 600 [censored] rads?"
"Just make sure you can get back here. and I'll see to it that you're well taken care of."
"Damn straight, home toast. 'Cause I needs some carin'. Moriarty got some bottles for that!"
Although Moira doesn't pay him, she only gives him a [censored] food sanitizer and some crap food, he manages to make nearly 100 caps after selling her a variety of useless items, or items which he has no use for. This includes a small cache of drugs like Psycho and Jet. Though he has used these sort of drugs before, he prefers alcohol when it comes to getting high.
Joe tries one more time to get into Moira's pants, but it doesn't work. "I be outtie then, Slice."
"See ya!" Moira calls after the man.
.... Crude and obnoxious. Clever, but also just dumb enough, that guy is. *
I RP'd that Joe found some sort of secret stash of movies & videos made in America during the 1970s 'til whenever it was that the war happened. He watched these videos in secret, hiding in a storage room from The Overseer. He would pause and watch any African American parts over and over, and eventually became fascinated by watching street thugs. Yos, hoods, criminals, especially if they were black.
So he tries to emulate the people he sees in these movies & vids, is what I mean to say
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