Technically, you don't *need* any more caps, Crow. How about donating some to the cause? Come. Help Cho Zen Wan defeat the Enclave. Just a small donation of.... oh .. how about two zillion caps? Then, you can write it off on your tax return!
I am returning to New Vegas this morning.

I accidentally logged into Karen Aboucha's game instead of Linda Hand's. To refresh our memories (including mine) Karen is the less-adventurous gal I rolled last summer, while Linda is very quest-oriented. But it's good that I logged into Karen's game because I want to get back into NV one step at a time.
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Tuesday, 11.13.81, 10:55 AMKaren Aboucha begins her night lazing around in one of the booths of Prospector Saloon. Listening to old-timey music on its juke.
"Esta es la vida," she mutters, and smiles.
"What?" It's Trudy, the saloon's boyish-sounding barmaid.
"Sorry. I mean to say, 'this is the life.'"
"Oh." Trudy smiles, as well. She returns to her latest task: wiping shot glasses with a clean rag. This task is needless, of course, since the saloon's shot glasses were already clean. Wiping glasses down gave Trudy something to do though, of course.
In an hour or two, Trudy and Karen leave the saloon, and go back to Trudy's place. In an hour or two, Sunny shows up, and the scene becomes awkward, but in a laid-back sort of way. Still, Karen decides she'll mosey off, and wanders back to Victor's Shack, where she'll have a nightcap. Maybe she'll then sleep until it's well past noon. Maybe then she'll mosey on back to Prospector Saloon.
Or maybe, she'll go off scavenging instead. Karen smiles.
Goodsprings es impressionante. She knows she's got all the time in the world.
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