OHEMGEE. Here I am again, the Fallout obsessive I am, making another thread. Oh dear.

Anyway I thought I'd make a sort-of Fallout equivilant of Acadian's 'Basket of Potpourri' thread where our characters can talk and hang out and sturrff. This is for ALL Fallout games, not just NV, which I play ATM.

I understand that there's not a lot of Fallout players on this forum, but for those that there are I thought it would be fun

As I am a heavy Fallout RPer i'm excited (there's nothing like this on the 'other forum')

I hope you Fallout players will have fun too

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*Eva*

Hello... HELLOOO???

Is anybody here?

*Michael and Brutus*

The hell is this place?

I dunno. Some kinda hangout, by the look of it. Sorta...spotty.

Gee, it's called the Fallout Hangout Spot, and it's some kinda hangout which is sorta spotty. Didn't you put a lot of points into your Perception?

Shaddup, Mike. Hey, you hear something?

Probably that kid. Hey, kid, over here!


Mustard here: am I doing this right?

*Enola and Dogmeat*

Maybe we can find some stimpaks in here 'meat.

<bark>

Oh, hi everyone. I'm Enola. This is Dogmeat. Yeah, I know, I didn't name him and it's the only name I can get him to answer to.

Edit: Arrggghhhh! Mustard!! You took my color!!!!

Believe it or not, I actually created a character who I RP'ed to be an NPC who I liked the most in the game. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you......


Aurelius of Phoenix
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*spots Brutus*

THERE HE IS! THE TRAITOR FROM THE FOURTH COHORT! YOU THINK YOU CAN HIDE FROM THE JUSTICE OF CAESAR IN THIS.. THIS...

This spotty.... spot?

*spots the others*

Stand dignified, you slouches! Even my most wretched recruit have more discipline than all of you worms combined. *points to Enola* You there! Roast that dog and served me his meat! Hounding Brutus here has sapped me of energies, and I demand nutrition!
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LOL! Yeah, guys, I love Aurelius and his d!ckish manners enough not to make him out of character. So my apologies in advance if he gets to you sometimes. But seriously, this was a great idea!

*Eva*

Woah, calm down crazy Legion guy: this is a place of peach and tranquility... and vodka.


Whoops, sorry, gat to nip out to find some Sunset Sarsparillas! I'll put them on the table if anybody wants.
Got kinda busy while I was away! Awesome

So, introductions to moi, I'm Eva-Bree Emerstone.



I got shot in the head. It was fun. not really.

What's everybody been up to recently?

Arnaud McPeterson walks into the bar...

Over in the corner, he spots the Legionaire and puts a hand to his Ranger Sequoia...

He then spots the sign saying "No shootin' the other side" on the wall...

Damn, he thinks...

"Can I have a Southern Comfort please?...And no, that's not a euphamism..."

He looks about at his fellow patrons and faces the bar so as to not meet another unfriendly eye...

*Eva*

Eva suddenly realises shes now barmaid to a bunch of guys till the barmiad arrives to work, but she doesn't mind. She likes the look of the new guy

Southern comfort? Sure I'll see what I can find for you.

I'm more of a Whisky girl myself.

Notices Arnaud looking wary about the Legionaire

Don't worry about him. If he causes too much trouble, I'm sure we could take him.

"Oh, I'm not worried about taking him, just making a mess on yer lovely floor..." ...

"Southern Comfort...Mmmm...All of the fun without the turning the stomach inside out!...Between the Anti-venom, radaway and the stimpacks... ...If you know what I mean?..."

"Anything to eat?..."

Haha, oh no! It's not my floor. There's a barmaid who usually works here, but she hasn't turned up. She'd probably dead. Tends to happen in the wasteland.

As for your other question... *checks fridge* There's some squirrel on a stick if you're interested? Or potato chips?

"Aha...My apologies ma'am ...I mistook..."

Arnaud reaches for the bottle of SoCo and pours another...Then he joins Eva at the fridge...

"You think they'd mind me having the potato chips?...ANYONE ELSE WANT SOME?" He shouts over his shoulder...

Eva looks over her shoulder. Seems everyone is doing their own thaang. More for us I guess.

Eva grabs a box of chips and starts munching. So, judging by your antisocialistic attitude when you walked in, you look like you've had a pretty rough day... or do you always look like that?

"Hah!"... ...

"I walk around the wastes in a sherriff's hat, and NCR Ranger armour, this doesn't tend to make me many friends out here." ...

"Other than, of course, those I help."

"I just tend to get defensive when confronted with them, *points to legionaire*, and I don't know them, *points to well dressed man and hulking giant with cyborg arm*..."

Arnaud shrugs..."What can I say? Guardian of the wastes and all that."

*Aurelius laughs at Arnaud*

One of yours couldn't help soilling herself when they faced me, 'guardian'! The rangers are but shadows of their formerselves! Nay, even worse than that! You would be directionless worms when Hanlon passes from this world like the dotard he is!

And yes, this Centurion would like some potato chips.

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This is becoming a mini RP!

AH! I know the answer... the dressy guy is called Michael, I think; and the big guy's called Brutus. I'm not sure what they do... we will ask them later I guess.

Haha well, as you can see, all I wear is this, and everyone thinks I'm a tramp. Well not everyone... just my friend Cass.

So, silly question, but you ever been to Vegas? The Strip I mean?

Eva notices Aurelius speaking to Arnaud. Hey dude, you spoke to late. These are OUR chips now. Take your sexist slaveing booty and get your own, kay?

*Brutus gives Aurelius of Phoenix a look*

Wrong Brutus entirely there, pal. Got kicked out thanks to the Lanius incident, and I was Sixth Cohort before that anyway. You remember that, or you away from Hoover Dam at that point?

*Michael wanders over to the bar and gets himself a SoCo with ice. Brutus gets a bottle of Sunset and flicks off the cap with the pincer on his bionic arm*

Yeah, I've been to the Strip. Got myself a place in Freeside, right near the gate. Get a good amount of business done in the Strip itself, too. Interesting place, that one, lot going on.

*Stares at Eva*... ...

*Takes drink and nods*..."Mmm-hmm...A while back..."

"Sadly, I must away for a time...Unfortunately pressing matter with a job..."

*Tips hat and inclines head towards Eva*..."Until later ma'am."...

Oh okay... bye Arnaud! Drop by again soon, kay? Chaaaars!

Looks at Michael, you live in freeside? That's pretty cool. My place is boring; never go there. Mr House have me a suite up in the Lucky 38. I'm never there though. The place is so eerie. Haha

*glares menacingly at Eva*

Watch your tone, Dissolute. You'll find that in the end, death favors no gender over the other and I am death! Raaagh!

*looks closely at Brutus, then mumbles to himself*

The Lanius incident? The Butcher is a walking myth unto himself, and many tales are told of him and his glorious butchery. So no, I haven't heard. Is it another decimation of a century?

Geez, pipe down, will ya? I'm trying to relax here.

*Michael glances over at Eva*

You seriously got into the 38? So you're that Courier everyone's harping on about then? Sheesh, ain't that something?

It wasn't a century being taken out, no. Brutus raises his arm and looks at it contemplatively. I was just someone who got cockier than he should've, and the Legate made him pay for that. I'd appreciate it if that's all you need to know.

Whispers to Michael. Those legion guy don't know when to pipe down. It's all bleeh power bleeh women are useless bleehh bleehhh. Somebody really needs to take them down.

Returns to normal volume. But yeah, I am the courier that everyones been talking about. Mr House thought he could use me into helping him with his super plan, but I refused. it's none of my business. Still allowed in the 38 though... I'm think he's hoping I'll change my mind.

*tsk tsk noises from Aurelius*

The Legatus does not suffer intrepid Legionaries so easily. But you are still here, breathing, and that raises my curiousity. Lanius has massacred entire groups for lesser affronts. But as a fellow legionary, I would respect your boundaries and enroach no further.

*looks contemptously at Michael*

This joker of yours, Brother, he looks to me like a sleazy oil merchant. What is that one's story?

After a day of travelling the wasteland, Eva returns to the Fallout Hangout Spot.

Oh my lord, remind me NEVER to go to Bonnie Springs again! I was simply cirling around the west of the Mojave, and passed the settlement; OVERRUN BY BLOODY VIPERS!

The girls and I barely made it out alive! Luckily One of Vipers had some awesome knuckle dusters that say Love and Hate that I gave to Veronica.

There's no doubt that more Vipers will inhabit the place soon, so everyone heading that way BE CAREFUL!

*sighs*

Has a shot of Whisky, Blegghh

Arnaud pushes door open and walks into the bar watching everyone...





"I heard this earlier, I just didn't want to shove your words down your throat...I felt it...Impolite..."

"You sure she wasn't soiling herself from laughing too hard at yer dress, you pansy?"... ...

"Relax, I jest...Have a drink your leggie-ness."

Arnaud raises an eyebrow and looks towards the bar as he says..."Heard from Vulpes the dog-head lately?...No, didn't think so..."

"Soooo, drinks all around methinks?..What's for everyone this time?"

"Oh, evening ma'am *Tips hat*"...

MINES A WHISKY WITH NUKA COLA!

I need it. Before you arrived I was just telling the barmaid about my day, Eva proceeds to tell Arnaud about Bonnie Springs.

Arnaud looks about for the barmaid, who still hasn't turned up, the goes to get the drink for Eva.

"I've had run-ins with some of the gangs out there meself...Once or twice.. "

"Did they give the three of you much trouble?"

"I think the worst things out there are the damned cazadors. *Shudders* Damnedable bugs. Pardon my language ma'am."

The door to The Spot creaks on its hinges as a dapper looking fellow wrapped up in dogeared white pinstripe suit strides in towards the bar. He flashes a smile and a nod to the few patrons in attendance eventually coming to rest his broad grin on The Spot's hostess. The Gentleman pulls his side arm from its holster in a quick motion and sets it gently on the bar before taking his seat.

"Be a dear and check my weapon, won't you? Wouldn't do to excite customers." He says nodding to his gun before continuing, "Oh, and I'll have a glass of absinthe if you have it. Wine if not."

Arnaud looks at, and nods in return to the newcomer.

Turning his eyes front once more, Arnaud takes a drink and then observes,

"Eva's not the stewardess, it's kinda self service...However, I may insist on you contibuting to the till for the upkeep." And places his Ranger Seqoia on the bar.

There is usually a barmaid, but again she hasn't turned up. She's usually only here when I arrive alone. Strange.

Eva looks at Arnaud, No, the Vipers didn't give me too much trouble; not with Veronica and Cass with me. I don't understand how people can travel alone. It's so dangerous! Haha

"Self service, eh?"

The stranger leaps over the bar and crouches behind taking a look at the collection underneath. He begins to paw trough the bottles in inspection of their delectable liquids.

"Olde Royale Whiskey...Vodka... Scotch.. Nuka-Cola? Ah! Wine, wonderful."

Straightening with both bottle and corkscrew in hand the stranger pops the bottles top and sets both bottle and tool on the bar.

"The name is Blint, by the way. Aaron Blint. Suppose I'll play barkeep for the evening. That is if its agreeable to the rest of you. Not that you'd need me 'round to snag a drink."

Blint tosses a small collection of caps into a pan, what he assumes to be the collection plate. Seeing as its self service one would reason payment works on an honor system...

As long as you can pour a decent Whisky and Nuka Cola, you can be whatever you want!

Eva eyes Blint up and down. Nice suit by the way. I killed a guy in a fancy suit once; although yours is quite nice.

After an awkward silence. Don't worry, I'm not planning on killing you because of your suit... not unless you shoot me in the head first.

Another awkward silence. Eva looks down at her empty glass. Jheeze, these things go straight to your head, don't they?

The moment of silence is broken by a light chuckle from Blint. The sharp gentlemen merely snatches up the neck of his wine bottle and take a short pull then sets the drink down.

"Ah, wonderful nectar! Now, my dear, I'm not so foolish as to cause a scene here. We're all here to enjoy ourselves, right? Though I'll admit you seem to be thoroughly enjoying yourself, well ahead of our other fine patrons."

Blint reaches under the counter and pulls up a bottle of lukewarm Nuka and Royale Whiskey.

"Speaking of a good time, do let me know when you wish for a little Royal Cola."

Royal me up, dude!

Eva chuckles. Yeah the other guys are cool, especially my friend Arnaud. He's usually in here, but he's being a bit quiet at the moment. There's a couple of other guys too, Michael and Brutus, but I haven't seen them in a while.

I imagine this place will get livelier at some point! But in the mean time we can hang... and maybe get a little bit wasted. Eva winks mishcevously

Arnaud's button pusher has a job that only allows him to play at lunch times... ...

Arnaud quietly leaves the bar to go shoot something...

Arnaud realises he's forgotten his gun and goes to retrieve it...

..."Oops...Mah bad...*Tips hat*...Ma'am, Gentlemen..."

Arnaud whistles a humourous tune on the way out again...

Wow... haven't been here in a while... kinda quiet.

Eva sits at the bar, waiting patiently for someone to arrive...

A well-built man wearing combat armour and a singed cowboy hat half walks, half-staggers in through the doorway. A grenade launcher and a riot shotgun are stowed on his back, and he smells rather singed. He leans on the bar, looks at the selection of drinks behind it.

Oh thank Christ! he declares. Whiskey!

He heads behind the bar, grabs the bottle and a glass. He pours himself a slug and gulps it down, and mutters to himself; Goddamnit Cass, you've made me turn this into a bad habit.

He notices Eva seemingly for the first time and says; Hey there. Sorry about the entrance just now, some friends and I just had some trouble with some Fiends in an old vault. Lot of fire. Needed a drink.

He takes another slug of whisky.

Needed a drink bad.

Haha, a Whisky drinker?... I'll go out on a limb and say you know Cass? She got me gluggin' the stuff, too. Shows the man her glass of Nuka cola and Whiskey.

Fiends are a nightmare. Vault 3?

You're a friend of Cass' too, huh? No way. He grins at Eva. Yep, very same Vault; goddamn crazy in there. The guys had got hold of a whole load of flamers somehow, I had my shotgun here loaded with Dragon's Breath shells, and you could barely see see for all the smoke and fire about. Insane.

He finishes the last of that particular whiskey bottle.

Man, I needed that. What's your name, by the way. Folks call me Courier.

Eva-Bree Emerstone, but you can just call me Eva. Eva smiles.

And yeah, Cass and I go WAY back. Used to travel together; still do occasionally if we happen to bump into each other.

I remember my visit to Vault 3. Didn't stay long. I was looking for materials for... coyly changes the subject, unsure of what to reveal. Anyway, I managed to trick the fiends into thinking I was a Khan delivering chems.

Dodged a few bullets there! Haha

Heh, I was there for Motor Runner's fancy helmet, Courier replies. I'd taken down all his lieutenants and I figured I'd finish the job When that door lady asked me what I was doing there my only answer was 'shooting stuff'.

He taps his side and winces. Lot of bullets from then on. Didn't manage to dodge 'em all, and I was just glad I'd brought some stimpacks along.

Brave guy, Eva says, glugging the rest of her beverage. I don't think I could ever run through fiend territory as enclosed as Vault 3 whilst their all shooting at me! Haha

Heh, brave's one word. I think another one is just plain old stupid. Still, got one hell of a tale for my grandkids, if I ever get any.

Blint stormed through The Spot's doors and marched straight to the bar. His once fine, though slightly soiled, suit bore deep black scorch marks and even a few holes that teased at yellowed bandaging from under his clothing. Blint snatched a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar and sunk into a stool, looking out at the other two patrons as he popped the bottle's top and took a pool of amber liquid.

Blint gently sat his bottle down and soon his .223 pistol joined it."Silver Rush's lost my investment. I'd not recommend shopping in that horrid place, should you be in Freeside..."

A new patron, Sienna, struts into The Spot. The raven haired beauty looks around. She appears to be looking for something. She immediatly spots Eva, Blint and Courier sat at the bar. She decides to approach them.

Guys... I don't suppose you can give me advice on how to storm a mountain of homicidal mutants, do you? I have a friend up there who might be in danger...

May as well try to revive this...

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After some time away, Eva Bree wanders into the Hangout Spot

Hey!... wait... is anybody here? Sit's down and spins on the rotating stool.

-mirocu turns around in the dark corner where he sits to look at the newcomer, partly restrained by his thick Reilley´s Ranger armor-

"Keep it down, will ya? Some of us just barely got here with all their limbs intact and need some peace and quiet."

Eva falls off her seat, not expecting somebody to already be there, WOAH! Sorry, sir. Wow... you're in pretty bad shape... but you probably already know that...

You tell me. That damn mutie nearly ripped me to shreds. Thank god I had one shell left in my sawed-off shotgun, if I hadn´t had it...

Well I'm not sure if anybody medically trained ever comes here... but I can spare a Doctors bag? Courtesy of the Mojave wasteland; should heal all your crippled limbs?