Fallout: Tales from New Atlanta quest (part 3)

How much dosh do we have?

>>350393
And it says I need to ask for permission to look at the map. Is that right?

>>350406
Fuck... I'll figure that out. Give me just a sec

>>350393
Also here is your entire inventory

>One(1) .357 pistol, alongside a box containing a speed loader, and 38 rounds of ammunition.
>three (3) Stim-Paks
>One(1) bag of Rad-Away. Everyones favourite rad flushing chemical compound.
>A sack, that you estimate contains around one-hundred and fifty-eight (158) caps.
>Two(2) two-way radios
>One(1)Single use stealth-boy
>One (1) medium sized back-pack to carry it all in.
>One(1) seemingly accurate but unmarked map of the Georgia Wasteland, as well as a compass.

Your outfit is currently a Traders outfit (+5%barter)

>>350438
>Try to see if we can hire some help around town, someone with experience. Should probably head to the bar for that.

Maybe find an Ex-Enclave :^)

>>350476
God dammit not you again! I kid of course, always glad to have repeats!

Oddly enough, I can't find a way to allow the map to br viewed publicly. Though I've seen other people do it before. It's only allowing me to "share it"...

Wish I still had my computer and not this fucking phone.

>>350539
Try getting just a link. It should be an option when hitting share.

>>350554
Alright! Think I got it now!

>>350573
Yup, it's working.

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>>350381
>>350476

You and your diminutive, female companion make your way back towards the Crater-Debater saloon. Fully intending to find someone either pissed off enough, or cheap enough, or even desperate, to want to go head on against the Gore Chuggers.

Entering inside, you find the bar just as it was a few hours ago. Albeit, there are far more customers within the reimaged pre-war bingo hall. As you make your way towards an empty seat at the counter, the smoke from various types of substances wafts aimlessly about from some of the bars more "hardcore" patrons. While most are contempt to drink and sing away the days troubles and burdens.

You're greeted by the sight of the same female bartender from earlier. Probably still chewing the same peice of gum you figure, even as she makes her way towards you. "

Welcome back sugar! Is there something I can get you?"

You ask her if there's been anybody looking for work around here since you left. Preferably someone who'd be willing to take on the Gore Chuggers.

This elicits a loud "Hmm...?" from the girl, as she begins to gently tap the underside of her chin as she thinks for a long moment.

"Well, that depends on what kind of person yer' lookin' for. As well as how much you're willin' ta pay."

That's a good question... What kind of person are you looking for...?

>Someone who's tough and strong!
>Someone with a good eye, and can shoot straight.
>Someone who's got a lot of endurance and is good with tracking.
>Someone who's good with their words
>Someone light on their feet and agile.
>Someone who's smart and unique.

>>350626
Sweet! Good to hear! Also I know the Twitter is rather lack luster, but I'm still in the midst of working on it.

>>350731
Hello? Did everyone just up and leave...?

>>350845
My bad, watching stuff while waiting and didn't realize you posted.

>>350731
>>Someone with a good eye, and can shoot straight.
>>Someone who's got a lot of endurance and is good with tracking.
Can we find a mix or no?

>>350863
As long as it's not more than two, then sure.

>>350874
Alright cool. You wanna wait a bit, see if anyone else shows up or just keep going you and me?

>>350895
I'll wait a bit to see if anyone else shows up (I did start an hour early after all). Besides, I've been waiting to watch that show "planetarium" since I heard about it. I'll pop back in every few minutes though

>>350916
Alright, ad I'll be here all night long.
I really need to fix my sleep schedule, slept from 10 to just a few hours ago.

>>350935
Jesus man... that's s bad as me last summer, when I could never fall asleep before 4-8 am and only got up at 4pm.

Anyways. I'll start writing.

>>351082
I know exactly how you feel man.

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>>350863
>>350731

You tell the woman you're looking for someone with a good eye, and who is as a great shot. You also mention that they should have a great amount if endurance, and be a decent tracker.

"A good eye... and a great shot... but they also have to be a tracker... hmmm..."

The young pink haired woman goes deep into thought for several moments, before continueing.

"The only person in town right now, who's anything at all like that, is 'him'." She nudges her head over towards the entrance to the bar. Where sitting at a table by himself, appears to be a man covered in armor made almost entirely of mismatched bones and bits of metal, as well as wearing a mask made from what appears to be the skull of a brahmin. At his side sits a large hunting rifle, while upon his back appears to be a large makeshift machete. From any angle, this man does not look friendly.

"Him?" You ask rather nervously, "He's the only one you can think of?"

"Afraid so handsome... and even then, I'm not sure he's even looking for work."

You turn your head back to face the woman, as you ask what his name is.

"No idea sug'. He comes in every other day or so with a peice of paper in hand that states what he wants. Otherwise, he doesn't communicate with anybody else... Maybe the guy has some sort of disfigurement or somethin'- I don't really know. Maybe he'll open up to you if you try talkin' to 'im."

You give a slight nod of your head, before turning your head back to the man in the boney armor. Would it really be a good idea to work with this guy, or should you maybe find somebody more approchable?

>Whatever the tribal looking man's problem is. I'm sure it can be solved through the use of copious amounts of caps, or through a drink and a good chat.

>Fuck that! That guys wearing some sort of fucking deathclaw or brahmin skull over his face! Too fuckin' badass for my tastes!

>Ask the girl if she knows someone else that could work (write in)

>Ask Madilyn what she thinks about him.

>Write in

>>351242
>Try talking/writing to him, see if he's for hire. If not see if she has anyone else.

>>351242
>>Ask Madilyn what she thinks about him.

>>351289
>>351314
I'll give this a couple more minutes. Let you guys decide what to do, or see if someone breaks the tie

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>351289 1
>>351314 2
Alright, flipping to see what happens first

>>351314
This first

>>351289
Writing!

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>>351242
>>351289

You make your way anxiously towards the large, bone cover tribal (seriously, how didn't you see him when you came in? He must be like.... 7 feet tall!)past the smoke and various other patrons around you. Your legs feel more like jello as you move towards him, wishing the entire time that you weren't. You feel like, should you do anything stupid, this man might probably have the strength and resolve to snap you quite literally in half.

As you stand before the man, you put on as much if a front as possible, before you politely ask to join him.

His only response to this, is too look up at you and to quietly nod; Where upon, you quickly take a seat at the opposite end of the table, thankful that you finally have something to keep you off your wobbly legs.

Several minutes of silence fly by, with only the various noises of the bar around and the occasional sounds of the man before you taking a sip from his beer(how the hell does he even drink with that skull/mask thing on anyways?).

Eventually, you can stand the silence no longer, and turn your attention fully to the man before.

"So... I hear you might be looking for some work..." Say with an almost business like tone, before adding, "and I just happen to be looking for someone to help me out."

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>>351529
The man casts his gaze upon you... looking you up and down several times before giving you a slight nod of his head, even as he takes another sip of beer.

"W-well that's good! Because I need some help getting rid of those damn Gore Chuggers raiders up on Red Top Mountain." You keep your eye both on the man, and his hands. Still weary about whether or not he'll shoot you for the hell of it. "Would you be interested?"

The man simply stares you directly in the eyes (you're not a superstitious sott of man, but it almost feels like hes trying to steal your soul with that look!). Before he gives you another quick, simple nod of his head.

"Great!" You exclaim. Your worries only slightly lessened, "I guess the only thing I need to know is how much you want when the deed is done."

As soon as you mention what his price is, the man quickly takes out pencil and a torn up peice of yellowed paper, before scrivbling something down and handing it to you.

"Oh boy!" you think to yourself, "Here comes th-"

You're left momentarily speechless by what's written on the peice if scrap paper.

"Wait... does this actually say 'I don't want anything for it.' ? Seriously!?! You don't want any anything for this?/!?"

The man gives a slow, simply shake of his head, before taking the peice of paper and writing something else down, before handing it back.

"Their deaths are more than ample compensation"...? Is that right?"

You're simply shocked by this. You've never met a man who didn't want Something for this sort of work. Even if it was only compensation for the ammo used to kill such fiends.

"A-Are you sure? This is going to be pretty dangerous work. You're really sure you don't want anything for this?"

Again, the man simply shakes his head, before taking the paper back and writing something down upon its yellow stained surface.

"I don't want anything... just to see them suffer for their crimes against the world as well as humanity..." This is followed closely below it by. "Now, are you ready to get to work... or do I have to find something else to do?"

You're not sure WHAT to think about this... Should you really hire this guy on? Cab you even trust him?

>W-Welcome aboard big guy!

>This seems like a really bad idea. And honestly, he's the first guy you've interviewed about this. Maybe you should try somewhere else.... somewhere FAR AWAY!

>Ask Madilyn what she thinks of this guy.

>Write in

>>351629
>W-Welcome aboard big guy!

>>351629
>Ask M what she thinks, if positive say hi to Bane, if not discuss
Should we get new armor/guns or a fourth person?

>>351629
>W-Welcome aboard big guy!
oh man, i'm late!

>>351695
It's all good baby, we got all weekend for this shit right here.

>>351695
>>351714
It's true! This lasts ALL WEEKEND!!! Mostly because it takes me anywhere from a 45 minutes to an hour to write. Also because I too like to sleep sometimes.

Anyways time for more writing!

>>351738
>I too like to sleep sometimes.
Sleep is for the weak. And the weak should fear the strong

>>351629
>>351640
>>351695

After all that's been "said", the only thing you can say to the man is.

"W-Welcome aboard big guy!"

>Congrats! You've hired on a random tribal! https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-YCN-a0NsNk

You're quick to realize however, that the two of you haven't actually told you your names yet.

"Oh! And before I forget, the names Mordecai. Mordecai Jones. How 'bout you? I'm sure you have a name."

He nods before once again taking the paper back from you, taking a moment to write something upon it before handing it back. Upon its stained surface is written, "You may call me Nahzeic Adahy Nez Perce... But if you that is too much for you to remember, then you may continue to call me 'big guy'... that too, is acceptable. Now... if that is out of the way... what is our next move?"

That's... actually a VERY good question. What exactly is the plan?

>It's getting late. We should probably get some rest and head out tomorrow

>I'm in the mood to do something (write in) (This could be anything from talking to your companions, to drinking, to getting laid, to whatever)

>There's still a bit of time left, and I want to go shopping!

>Write in

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>>351748
Well screw you too! Just because I don't want to be seeing frog people tomorrow, doesn't make me weak!

>>351865
Also I forgot the picture

>>351865
>>There's still a bit of time left, and I want to go shopping!

>>351865
>See if we can get some armor, then bed. Ask Bane if he's dealt with the Gore Chuggers before.

>>351865
>There's still a bit of time left, and I want to go shopping!
yeah, we do need some armor

>>351890
Really... Bane...? Nothing less memey and more creative?

>>351921
You called him big guy, what else do you want CIA? Ittin? Agent C?

>>351929
Honestly. I've never actually seen that Batman movie. And I call him "big guy" because he's roughly 7'2"

Anywho. It's getting late (and for some reason ive had a headache for the last two hours). So I'm going to end this for tonight. But as always, I'll be back by tomorrow at 12:30pm eastern standard time (roughly 13 hours from now)!
I'll be sticking around for a little bit though to answer any questions you all have.

>>352038
Thanks for running see ya later.

>>352038
thanks for running

neat map, btw

>>352052
>>352111
Thanks! I'll see you both tomorrow

Alright guys! I am back from my sleep. I've had breakfast, showrred, and I'm ready to go!

All I have to do is wait until 12 and I'll start writing.

>>352801
Good almost noon my man.

>>352801
good morning, QM
well, here it's nearly 6pm, but still

>>352832
Well I do apologize for that my friend. I'm in North America, so the timezones are different.

>>352821
Yep I know. I would have done it a bit sooner. But my 16 year old dog had a bit of a situation I had to deal with just now.

Anyways votes are in,and I'm gonna get writing.

>>352847
don't worry, i'm used to it

>>352847
Hey it's all good, so lon as you're here before midnight.0

>>351888
>>351890
>>351896

You turn to your new companion, Nahzeic, and tell him that you'd like to go and get yourself some actual armor, considering you're wearing nothing more than a patched up traders outfit.

He gives a simple nod in response to this before standing up and gathering his belongings. From across the bar, you think you hear the sounds of a girl crying out.

You quickly turn your head towards the sound. Only to find that it's source appears to be Madilyn of all people, standing up with a look of fear on her face as she stares at the two of you. Apparently she too thought something would happen.

With a shake of your head, you motion for her to make her way over. Which she does, albeit rather slowly and timidly.

When she finally foes arrive, you're almost positive you can see the tiny girl shaking violently with fear at the sight of the man next to you.

"Madilyn," you say with a pleasant smile upon your face, "Meet Nahzeic Ad-... Aldeh-.... meet Nahzeic. He's going to be helping us take own the Gore Chuggers."

"R-really? He's not going to... ya'know... break us in half...?"

The tribal next to you only shakes his head, before taking out another piece of paper, and writing something down upon it. He then hands her it, which she rathrr timidly takes and reads.

After a moment, her expression goes from being one of fear, to one of covered red with embarressment, as she quickly shakes her head and hides the paper away in her pocket.

She then quickly stutters out, "I-I-I-Its n-nice to meet you too Nahzeic!" Before quickly turning to face you, a questioning look in her eyes.

"S-So what do we do next?"

You quickly mention that if at all possible, you'd like to go and purchase some actual armor for yourself. And seeing as how your current clothes are just a patch job, it'd probably for the best.

Your two companions simply nod in agreeance, before following you out the door.

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>>352922
Exiting the old bingo hall turned town bar and casino. You find yourself standing once again amidst the streets of Cratersville. The setting sun to the west casting the town in an eerie red and orange glow.

A short distance down the street you're on is the town market place. Most of the stalls have been packed up and closed for the coming night. Their owners either headed home, or towards the Crater-Debater. But a few of the smaller stalls are still up and running, their owners probably haven't sold enough of their wares to warrant closing up.

From there, and about three hundred meters to the west, is what you've confirmed to be an old junk yard. You could possibly find something there if you wanted.

And then your final option for now, would be to check at the local caravan offices, near the eastern town gate. If your lucky, one of the caravans might be selling armor and other useful items.

>Head to the stalls and check their wares.

>Head on over to the Junkyard. It might not be the best stuff, but it might be cheaper.

>Head to the caravan offices. Someone there is probably selling something.

>>352949
Also forgot to add

>Write in

>>352949
>>Head to the stalls and check their wares.

>>352963
Second this, also ask if he has any experience dealing with the GC's

>>352949
ask Nahzeik if he thinks he could make/reinforce armor with the right junk, then go check the stalls
if he says yes, we can go dumpster diving for parts i guess

>>352963
>>352975
>>352976

Writing

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>>352949
You and your companions make your way down the street, and towards the few remaining stalls left in the makeshift town market place.

Most of the remaining stalls seem dedicted to selling various odds and ends. Most of which appears to have been scavanged from the nearby town of Cartersville. Pre-war food, various mechanical and computerised parts and other random gear, but sadly no armor to be found. You pass by these stalls, giving there owners a smile and a nod of your head as you make your way past them. You yourself having long ago known the pain of doing such things.

Eventually however, your attention is drawn to a stall near the far end of the market. It seems to be run by an elderly looking man, that you believe to be of a mixture of Hispanic and Asian ancestry. And you're quick to notice a long, three pronged scar that runs down the length of his face.

Looking up at you, the elderly man gives you a rather pleasant looking smile. So you decide to ask him about his wares.

"Well, most of the stuff lying aroun' me is from my days as a prospector. But it's young man's game nowadays, an' I wanna get out of it while I still got the chance."

You give the man an understanding nod of your head. You had friends when you were a kid who were sure they'd make their fortunes out in the wastes as prospectors. And up until recently, you'd go and visit their graves outside Neo Nashville everytime you came back from one of your trips.

"I'm hoping to make a small stipend from sellin' off my old gear to some newcomer so me an' mah wife Bethany can retire and peacefully live out our remainin' days here in town." The old man smiles at you before continueing, "maybe you'd like to help an' old man out with that?"

You tell him you might be interested in doing such a thing. So long as he has some armor for sale.

"A-Armor you say? Well I just so happens to have a set of Reinforced Leather Armor I used ta wear. Saved me on more then one occasion I'll tell you what."

You nod before asking him how much he'd want for it.

"Well... considering how old it is, as well as how much it's been through over the years. I couldn't ask for more than a hundred (100 caps), or sixty (60) Vault dollars."

Well... that would work... but is it worth the price? You've seen newer suits back in Tennessee go for a hundred and fifty (150) or more. And for all you know, it's being held together via hopes, dreams, and a little bit of magic.

On the other hand, this is also only the first place you've checked out. But you don't think you'll have enough time to check out more than one other place after this.

What to do, what to do...

>Purchase it with the necessary caps (what the hell's a Vault dollar anyways?)

>Ask if he'd be willing to trade for it (what kind of trade will it be?)

>Decline politely/like an asshole and continue on.

>Write in

>>353101
Get it appraised first, then haggle a little(lightly cause it's this guy's retirement fund) then buy it

>>353101
go over the suit in detail, ask him where this hole or that dent came from (if he's interested in talking about it), then if there's any place he regrets not prospecting (mark it on our map)

and buy it at full price, i guess?

>>353132
>>353137
Alrighty! I'm off to writing

>>353132
>>353137
Actually, first I need you guys to make a perception check (1d10) with lower being better

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>353206
sure

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>353206

>>353210
>>353218
Check Failed!

You ask the old man if you can take a look at the armor before you make a purchase. Telling him you'd like to see if it fits you and see how well it's holding up.

"Why of course you can young'n!" He exclaims joyously, "Just give me a moment to find all the bits and pieces to it first!"

You stand there for a good five or ten minutes, watching the old man before you riffle through the various piles of junk lying around him, as he goes searching for all the outfits nesscessary belts, satchels, and various metal pieces. And soon enough, you find yourself trying it all on.

While you stand in the middle of the plaza, getting fitted for the armor. You find yourself asking the old man about his various adventures, and if he regrets not going into any places.

"Well, I mostly kept myself to scavanging out in Cartersville. Despite the years that have gone by, the place is still quite the gold mine for old tech and other such goodies. After all, the place was a medical and manufacturing hub for a good part of Gerogia back in the day."

"As for any places I regret not checking out..." He stops speaking for a moment, deep in thought from the looks of it. "The only place that comes to mind, is the "Hope medical Center"... never once have I had the guts to go in there. People say it's haunted by the ghosts of the patients who died there. Most people stay away from there in general. But everyone once in a while, a newbie gets the balls Ringo in there. And he's never seen again."

After that, the two of you talk about some of the best things he's found over the years, before eventually, youre all suited up.

While the outfit seems to fit almost perfectly, It also smells faintly of mothballs and shame. The leather has torn and repatched in a few places, but otherwise this seems like a pretty decent deal all things considered. In fact, you don't really think you think you'd need to haggle to lower the price. It's already such a good price.

You quickly count out, and then hand the man 100 caps from the sack at your side. Leaving you with 58 caps to your name.

>Received (slightly used) reinforced leather armor.
>Lost 100 caps (total is 58 caps)
>Removed and stored away your traders outfit (lost 5% to barter skill)

"Pleasure doin' business with you young'n! If you need anythin' else, just come an' find me, alright?

Now that, that is settled. You wonder about what to do now...

Off in the distance the sun has set, and the only remaining light, is from a few fission battery powered street lamps. And it appears that most people have either gone home for the night, or the the local saloon.

>Head to the saloon (write in what).

>Sleep outside of town in order to save some money.

Take some time to get to know your companions (which one, and what do you ask about)

>Do something else (write in)

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>>353361
Also forgot the picture

>>353361
is there a little light on that junkyard or is it pitch black? we should have a quick look, just in case we can find a thing or two (hairpins? scrap? small light bulbs?)

>>353361
>>353412
and for the chatting, i guess we can start by putting in common what we know about the Gore Chuggers

Alright, I'm gonna take a bit if a break. The creative juices are on empty. And I'm not feeling to well right now. But I will resume at 6:00pm until then stay safe folks!

Alright! I'm back and I'm fully refreshed(a chicken dinner often helps do that it seems)! So is everyone ready to tackle the wasteland further!?

>>353412
>>353361
You decide to take a quick trip to the junk yard. Hoping to find something of use within its fenced off and rusted clutter.

Unfortunately, you find the only gate to be fully locked, and the fence itself to be covered in rusted barbed wire.

However, down the street, and attached to part of the fence is a small, ramshackle hut made from an assortment of different materials.

Perhaps you could see if someone's home? Or it could be a good point to turn in for the night.

>Go up to the hut and see if there is a way in.

>Find another way in (write in).

>Write in

>>354406
>>Go up to the hut and see if there is a way in.

>>354406
>Go up to the hut and see if there is a way in.

>>354406
>Go up to the hut and see if there is a way in.
it probably belongs to someone, but we can still check

>>354406
>>354415
>>354418
>>354426

You and your companions make your way towards the front door of the hut and knock.

From inside you hear the sounds of falling metal, crashing objects, and other such sounds, as a female voice calls out from within. "C-coming!" -SMASH!!!- "Just give me a sec-" -CRASH!!! "-ond! There's just a lot of-" -BANG!!! CRASH!!! "Why was that even THERE!?!"

You figure that either someones having a really bad time in there, or a REALLY good time.

After another full minute of waiting, you see the rusted makeshift metal door open up, and a young woman with pale skin and wearing some sort of makeshift armor stands before you. The woman before you is carrying a large sledge hammer over her shoulder and with neck length brown hair and a bandana worn over top of it. If her face is any indication of her mood, then she's completely pissed off about something!

"You'd better have a real good excuse for making me answer the door this late at night Jack off! Cause if you don't. I might just be liable to break your fucking legs!"

Well this went south REAL~ QUICK! How do you respond?

>Be polite (write in)

>Be an asshole(write in)

>Write-in

>>354559
>>Be polite (write in)
Our apologies, ma'am. But we are planning on liberating this area from the oppressive gore chuggers and would be remiss if we left without being as well regulated as is humanly possible. Might you have any wares available for us to peruse?

>>354559
>>354572
this

>>354572
>>354599
Not like you're going to fail it. But give me a 1d100 for a speech check. -5 from it because of the girls mood. As always, lower is better.

Rolled 27 - 5 (1d100 - 5)

>>354616

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>354616
I'm sure we'll do fine, but... best of three?

>>354616
Shit... I also realised it's +5 not -5... I'm tired...

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>>354624
No because you actually have a speech skill... also forgot to actually POST the character sheet soon hang on

>>354623
>>354624
See! What did I say. Your speech is at 74%. Meaning so long as most people roll beneath 74% then it succeeds.

>>354674
So we win?

OP?

>>355013
Maybe his phone died or something.

Hey everyone! Sorry about leaving like that. A few things happened last night that caused me to leave for a bit. I won't bore you all with the details, but know that I'm back and ready for more!

Also. Have you guys seen that other fallout thread yet? They stole our thing of being a Trader!

>>354623
>>354624
>>354559
Anyways I'm writing.

>>354559
>>354572
>>354616

You take a step back from the violent looking girl, not wanting to get a a few broken ribs and a shattered knee cap so soon after having been patched up. As such, you decide it would be in your best interests to act calm, and politely apologize to her. Especially since you'll be needing all the help you can get.

"Our apologies, ma'am. But we are planning on liberating this area from the oppressive Gore Chuggers and would be remiss if we left without being as well regulated as is humanly possible. Might you have any wares available for us to peruse?"

The girl takes a step back from the door. The look on her face turning from one of anger, to one of confusion at your approach towards her. Apparently, she's not used to people acting this way around her.

"Well... I suppose it's not that late anyways. And it's not like I was actually doing anything, so I guess you can come in." She then backs away from the door. Allowing you and your party to enter.

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>>356531

The room before you sits in utter ruin. Rifle stocks, bullet casings, spare tools, and other pieces of scrap line the floor all around you. Work benches stand at various places throughout the ramshackle metal shack. Each one lined with various bits and pieces dedicated to its own unique project. Even the walls of the shack are a completely unorganised mess, with lines of Pre-war posters with half naked men (most of them mechanics, but a few appear to be dressed as firefighters, and even Pre-war soldiers) and what appear to be blueprints of some kind covering every available inch of space.

The only sign that anyone actually lives in this hoarders wet dream, is a small, single person bed in a far corner next to an open "window". Covered in what appears to be the crumbs and packaging from a few dozen boxes of Fancy Lad snack cakes.

If you had to guess, This woman was never actually taught how to clean up after herself.

Making her way through the mess with utter ease. The brunette before you, places her sledgehammer up against one of the dozen workbenches, before turning around to face you.

"Dont mind the mess," she says woth a casual wave of her hand, "and don't touch anything either! I've got everything lined up neatly where it belongs."

Well there are many ways to describe the room before you. The word "neat" definitely isn't one of them. The phrases "Cluster fuck", or even "garbage pit" might work. But definitely not the word "neat".

"So..." she adds on, "What exactly are you looking for?"

>Guns... Lots and LOTS of guns!

>Armor is always great.

>Work would great.

>Write in

>>356581
>>Guns... Lots and LOTS of guns!
>Work would great.

>>356581
>explosives!

welcome back, qm
(you should probably post on twitter, link the thread again and all)

>>356621
Right o! Again, sorry about all that! Do that right now though!

>>356615
Oh my god... I actually only put "work would great" instead of "work would be great"... I'm a moron

>guns! Lots of guns!

Glad to see ya back QM, I never seem to catch this live but I love reading it after.

>>356710
Well it's fine if you're reading it afterwards!

>>356615
>>356621

Also writing

>>356581
>>356615
>>356621
>>356710

Slowly, and incredibly carefully following after the woman through the piles of s/crap that lines the floor beneath you. You tell her that you're looking for guns... Lots and LOTS of guns!

"Well," she says with an audible grunt. Her attention partially focused upon one of the workbenches, as she begins to twist several large bolts into place on some sort of metal contraption. "It all depends on what you're -grunt- looking for... and -grunt- how much you're willing to spend..."

At this point she finishes up with the contraption and picks it up, before pointing it directly at you. "Both time wise and monetarily." She then flips it around and grabs it by its front end. As if wanting you to inspect the odd metal and wood contraption.

>>356918
um... should we roll perception again? int?

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>>356918

Timidly, you reach out and grab the... whatever it is... and begin to inspect it.

It takes you a moment before you realize exactly what you're looking at. Turning it around in your hand, you realise that the girl has just handed you a makeshift sub-machine gun. And from the looks of it, a finely crafted one too.

You cast a quick glance through the attached pipe scope. Finding it to incredibly accurate. Probably more so then some Pre-war guns. You find that your hand fits quite comfortably underneath the guns trigger, even as the stock presses firmly against your shoulder. All things considered, this is a rather reliable looking weapon.

Thr girl then quickly snatches the gun from you by its barrel, before gently placing it back on the bench where she got it from.

"Like what you see?" She asks rather rhetorically, "a guy here in town asked me to make it. Paid me fifteen-hundred caps for it.

1500 caps!? For that!?! What the hell else does it do? Wipe your ass with a smile and call you daddy?

The girl can only chuckle at the sight of the expression that forms upon you and your companions faces. At one point, she even has to wipe away the tears that form at the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard. But eventually she managed to calm down and continues.

"Hoo! You guys should see he look on your faces! Priceless!" She wipes away another tear from her cheek before continuing, "You three really must be new to town if you don't understand why."

"You see... people pay that much, because they know the quality they're getting from 'Tia's Fancy Rust Shack'." She then wipes her grease covered hands off on her pants, before thrusting out one in an offer to shake your own, "By the way... I'm Tia of you hadn't guessed... Tia Barboussa! Owner and proprietor of this old junkyard. And the only person in town who knows how to make a full auto assault rifle out of Bubblegum, four 2x4s, a box of nails and a used catheter!"

You shake the woman's outstretched hand before introducing yourself.

"Mordecai. Mordecai Jones. Owner and proprietor of Tennessee Jones trading company. Or at least I was... until I lost everything in that attack by the Gore Chuggers."

A look of surprise quickly appears upon her face, but is gone within a moment.

"Ohhhh~! So your that guy the Doc was busy patching up a week ago! I thought I heard from someone that you were dead."

You chuckle before telling her you hoped not. Otherwise you wouldn't be able to get revenge.

>>357053
>Fallout 4 gun
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yY-bJEFllEA

>>357053

The girl closes her eyes, and crosses her arms over her chest, giveing you a knowing nod of her head as she responds.

"Yeah... that sort of stuff happens a lot out here in the wasteland... I lost my old man to a raider attack when I was 17..." she smiles as she continues, "That was the first time I picked up a gun and shot somebody... put the first round into his leg, and another into his gut and watched him bleed out for half an hour."

Wow... kinda harsh... even for a murderer. But you feel you'd be willing to do something similar in her position.

"After that. I decided to open this here junk shop, and try to help people defend themselves. Dad always said I had a nack for makin' stuff. Even if it was only a mess of things." She pauses for a moment before continueing.

"But enough about me and my past. You said you were looking to have something crafted, so you could kill those raider bastards, am I right? So... what can I get you?"

>Describe what you're looking for (write in)

>I think I might be out of my price range on this. Sorry! (Go somewhere else)

>Talk to her about something else

>Write in

>>357083
Hey, i'd have used something better, but the Fallout 2 pipe rifle is even shittier!

Not to mention, I was looking for something from that one Russian post apocalyptic game (the one that was actually two books, with the main character being called Artyom.)

Also I still have yet to play fallout 4! Thanks for reminding me.... T_T

>>357112
>>Describe what you're looking for (write in)
Something a jackass like me can use to hit something reasonably. Prolly a sawn off of hand held smg.

>>357112
"this might be totally out of my price range, but some shotgun with a big ammo capacity and little recoil would probably be the best for me... and a few shrapnel bombs, just in case"
her craft are great, maybe we can strike a deal to export her goods once we get things going

>>357132
stalker?
as for FO4, i don't think you're missing much

>>357141
No uhm-... OH! I was thinking Metro 2033. The two games where you basically fight nazi Russians and use bullets as currency.

>>357152
Anyways... I'll give this another few minutes for you people to decide upon something you'd all like to have made. Or to do something else

Remember. You only have 58 caps to your name. Along with other minor supplies. And you can always come back again later and ask for something.

And one more thing to remind you all about. Mordecai isn't able to actually use two handed weapons (eariler thread where people chose a trait that made it so he takes -15-20% to hit with two handed guns, but gets 15% to hit with single handed.)

>>357169
oh right, i almost forgot about that

well um... shotgun revolver?

>>357112
>Some metal to put onto our armor.

>>357152
You fight commies, Nazis,and mutants. An Enclave soldiers dream.

>>357189
You and your bloody enclave dreams...

>>357188
Man. I really need to make an online version of our character sheet.

Also, how much do you think a shotgun revolver would cost anyways?

>>357226
Ask Ocelot.

>>357226
no idea, depends on how good it is?

and for the online sheet, your only option will probably have to use google docs, unless myth-weavers has something similar enough you could use.

>>357248
True enough... hmm... well I'll let you guys decide upon what you wany. And I'll come back in about fifteen mins to check. Just have a unanimous decision by then ok guys?

>>357248
>>357273
Metal is cheap yeah? and I think any decent gun is gonna be more than 50 caps.

>>357294
well yeah, but maybe we can strike a deal with her if the price is reasonable

>>357305
Shotgun Revolver like MGS:V Ocelot and some scrap metal sound good?

>>357314
>>357305
Alrighty. If that's your choice, make a 1d100 barter check! Your goal is of course 67% or less. And as always, lower is always better

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>357351
completely missed my input boss
see
>>357137

>>357353
My apologises! . Also nice check. Anyone think they can beat it?

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>357351

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>357351
Let's hope!

Hello?

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>357351
I can try.

OP art thou kil?

Is OP dead? I liked this quest alot.

>>369780
He should hopefully have a new thread up tomorrow.