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Post by JDrew25 on Jan 26, 2016 13:58:14 GMT -5
"Huh. Dead. Great. If the job is still on the table, I am more than willing to make the run."
Chloe looked over the map, checking the route for the quickest way there and back. Thankfully the routes that were outlined on the map showed a few options, and whoever was in charge of the caravan could navigate them easily.
"Alright, let me get his out to the caravan master. I'll look trough the bag when I get back."
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Post by Winters on Jan 26, 2016 22:55:55 GMT -5
Most of the time, roving caravans worked independently of eachother. But Mastersens had operated closely with a few others from Bunker Hill. Not Stockton, but Cricket, who had more than contributed to his chem habbit. She was obviously a tweaker herself, but a good salesperson when it came to carvans. Cricket declined the job only because it wasn't on her normal route, but seeing as how one of her biggest customers aside from the Gunner had been dead, there would have to be a change regardless. But she didn't know that Mastersen had been out of the picture yet.
"Get it your damn self. I ain't in that business, okay? Guns. Guns and drugs. I sell them, not make them. I don't even know who makes them. I just sell them. So, if you, ya know, need some of that bloodleaf, you're out of luck." Cricket scratched the back of her neck and scoffed at Diamonds Citys local chem dealer, Soloman. She quickly turned away, not even bothering to ask what she came to ask. Prices. It didn't matter anymore, not to her anyways. Seeing the lady in the blue jumper walking toward her and the grey haired man, she scratched her crotch, and then paced her direction. "Whatya need? Something that goes boom, or something to help you focus on making things go boom?"
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jan 28, 2016 11:48:54 GMT -5
Blair was having a little trouble getting in to diamond city, namely cause she was both covered in blood and that she was carrying a sack of glowing ghoul heads over her shoulder.
...probably more cause of the sack.
"What the hell did you bring them here for Blair!? their still radioactive!"
Yep, definitely the sack.
"The scientists wanted to experiment on them, don't know why but they paid me to bring some in." the guard grimaced, "...oh what the hell, its not like I'd be able to stop you anyway."
going in she quickly made her way to the scientists, got her caps, and went to the dugout in. she really needed a drink. "Bosrov, I need a drink!"
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Post by JDrew25 on Feb 2, 2016 17:38:31 GMT -5
"Nah I don't need anything to focus, but some boom may not be a bad idea. What do you have?"
Chloe crossed her arms behind her back, stretching slightly. She could tel the woman was borked out of her mind but for the moment she could be useful. Explosives could help if they run into trouble, and she was short on it. She had plenty of caps but she wasn't going to make that well known.
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Post by Winters on Feb 2, 2016 22:53:00 GMT -5
[For clarity. Bobrov is the last name of the brothers, but Vadim is the bartender. Just played recently, and I messed it up here.]
"Yeah yeah, sorry bout the wait. Stiff one, on the house. First call, lets say it. Was hoping for a back shipment, but our carvaneer stock ran out. Need to make more, which could be another few weeks." Vadim explained, hoping to get the word around a little bit more now that his shift had started and more people were coming into the place. It seemed that things were already starting to pick up. Vadim got the last flask of his families moonshine, setting it on the counter. He could have charged extra, and maybe not only would this not only keep his last customer happy, but also convince them to join the caravan in hopes of getting more of his stock early.
Outside, Cricket grabbed the brown duffel bag from her pack brahmin, and threw it down onto the ground. Ironically enough, it was of course filled with explosives, but she knew they wouldnt trip from the impact. Unzipping it, she started going down the list of basics. "Frags and plasmas, mostly, but I got some of those cryos too if youre into that. No fatman, but lots of ammo for it, which are good if you, ya know, throw them and shoot them, or whatever. Thats what I do."
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Feb 3, 2016 7:30:14 GMT -5
[dammit I should have remembered that!]
Blaire knocked back the drink, she really did need it. "So, you know of any well paying work Vadim? you and I both know good alcohol usually costs a lot."
buying a bottle of bourbon, she drank while listening. he told her about the trade caravan going out soon, and how the newbie girl in the vault suit would need good help. "well, certainly sounds interesting. thanks for the informations." finishing her drink she tipped him a few caps for the info and went in search of the girl in blue.
finding her talking to cricket, she leaned against a nearby wall and watched.
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Post by JDrew25 on Feb 4, 2016 0:31:22 GMT -5
"Give me three each of the frag and plasma. Those should clear out anything stupid enough to give us a hard time."
Chloe began counting out caps, knowing these would run her but the trip would pay far more than what she was spending, and she wanted to make sure she lived through this one. She had run into some poor luck her last time out and Barry made it out with her skin intact.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Feb 4, 2016 22:00:29 GMT -5
Lance kept to himself while all the chatter happened around him. He wasn't asked any questions, so he didn't say anything. He just knew when it came hiring time, he wouldn't be negotiating like everyone else. He also had very little trust for everyone, especially because they might be synths or thinking of robbing him. The old prewar ghoul didn't live as long as he did by trusting.
He had left at closing and slept in a bed of his own. He had geared up for the job by morning, even grabbing his precious Radthrower, a plasma rifle with a flame thrower attachment that also did radiation damage. Though he wasn't happy to see what happened to his potential customer. He stepped in just as the brother said dead. A slight curse under his breath was all he let out. He had then left to try and scout out another possible customer.
As he did, he saw the vault girl buying explosives and it piqued his interest. He decided to chat her up to try and find out what work she was on to. "So smoothie, why all the boom? Got a job besides the dead guy?" He asked hoping he could either work with her or snag the job from her.
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Feb 5, 2016 7:46:56 GMT -5
"She IS the job now ugly." she walked slowly over to the group.
"hey cricket, ill take 5 frag mines." counting out the caps she turned to the vault suit girl. "heard from Vadim your doing your first trade caravan gig. I want in."
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Post by JDrew25 on Feb 8, 2016 14:39:27 GMT -5
"Yeah. This map looks solid, been a while since I've run the area, but I don't imagine much has changed. Going to be hauling a lot of hooch, amongst other sundries going that way. Same offer Vadim made, you get an even cut and you stay out of trouble. If you can't do that, find yourself another caravan."
Chloe had heard this speech enough from other caravan masters to know it by heart. She actually believed it, which seemed to carry through into her voice as she spoke to the others. She didn't want trouble, at least the kind she could avoid, and if people weren't able to keep a clear head, or keep themselves from getting into mischief, then they were going to have to find someone else to work for. She wasn't going to have her first run turn into s*** because people wanted to play cowboy.
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Post by Winters on Feb 8, 2016 18:04:49 GMT -5
Between the two armed guards she traveled with and the other three characters in front of her, Cricket was starting to get a little antsy. Not to mention she had been sober for the last twelve hours, which was working in her favor for the time being. They all had caps for her, and she had exactly what they needed. Frags, plasma, basic stuff for a heavy adventure, one that she wasnt partaking in anytime soon. Cricket felt that maybe since they were grouping up, she had to make that clear. "Not my style. Too crowded. Besides, down there? No way. I keep my circle right. Between Vault 81 and Bunker Hill, im booked solid!"
At the same time, one of Crickets guardsmen had been off duty. They werent really needed here in Diamond City, and his services expired until she was ready. But shed have to find somebody else, because Marcus was finished with the junkie, and she knew it. Once the group had seemed to stop stepping on their toes, at least towards the ghoul, he thought it might be in his best interest to intervene. "Ive been down that way a few times. Given you dont kill eachother first, I might be able to help. Going back to Bunker Hill anyways, whether you need a fourth or not."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Feb 8, 2016 18:51:37 GMT -5
Lance was surprised at the comment towards his looks. He wasn't scrawny or exceptionally Ghoulified. Before the bombs dropped he had been a young, handsome soldier. "You know what, honey? Prewar you woulda been drooling over my good looks." He said to her. He knew people would never accept Ghouls like normal people, but he wasn't a feral or a glowing one. He just looked a little worse for the wear.
Lance hadn't even been offered a cut for the job. But he figured he'd offer to Bunker Hill at the very least. "I'll go to the Hill with you guys too. It'll never hurt to have someone this ugly with you. Might be able to scare off some bandits with my looks." He said simply. He also knew his gun was extremely helpful in a fight against anything. The Radthrower was something many would want to get their hands on.
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Feb 9, 2016 6:07:03 GMT -5
Blaire laughed at the guys comment, "Honey I don't care that your a ghoul. I've f**ked a ghoul. I just don't do guys. 'sides, you don't look too bad."
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Post by JDrew25 on Feb 11, 2016 13:37:55 GMT -5
"Bunker Hill would be the first stop. Load off this hooch, take on any travelers, and any business heading to our next destination. Seems pretty normal. We leave in an hour, so gear up, take care of everything you need to in town before we leave, and I'll make sure everyone else is ready to travel and the goods are loaded up. Good to have you on."
Chloe left the group and went back into the inn, wanting to make sure the more fragile items were going to be loaded first, and then the alcohol followed by any mail or other small sundries that were going along. She had prepared a few of these before in the past, but this was the first time she had actually been in charge of her own run. This was going to exciting.
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Post by Winters on Feb 15, 2016 22:16:39 GMT -5
The vault suit seemed to know what was going on, almost like she was the one in charge, and maybe she was. If she wasnt, then she should have been. Either way, it was good knowing that everybody quickly got on the same side. Marcus just grinned to himself at the ghoul and woman. He never had anything against ghouls, just knew they werent exactly treated fairly a lot of the time, but it was much better here than it was in DC. Just not Diamond City so much, and Marcus knew it would eventually cause some issues, like it always did. For now, they were a band of caravan folk just making a round. Same as his other jobs, just not selling guns and drugs to random individuals who couldnt ever be trusted.
There would come a time, hopefully sooner rather than later, when they would all have to introduce themselves properly. Maybe they already have, but Marcus wasnt paying much attention. "Not that names are a big deal these days, but if were going to be traveling together, it would be easier getting my attention if you all just called me Marcus." He nodded his head, and would have tipped his hat, had it been one that he could tip in that gesture. The temperatures only got a little colder at night, but Marcus wore a jacket and wool cap constantly, mostly to hide his balding head. "Lets go help missy get ready. We can lug it there no problem if we follow the river, but once we hit Bunker Hill, ill put down some caps for a pack brahmin."
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