Ellen Park, the Lone Wanderer (
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milliways_bar2011-03-02 06:56 pm
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[Out of Milliways: Megaton, Revisited.]
The door opens on a dim room lit by slanting rays of sun. It closes a moment later as Ellen dashes through in one of her old Vault suits, Dogmeat at her heels. "We made it!" she calls out to no one in particular. "The city's okay and we brought the first water caravan there and everything!"
She darts up to the Bar and puts a battered shoebox down. "Here," she says. "For my bill, and for anybody else who might come through for my world. Can I have some noodles and Cram, please? And a really cold Nuka-Cola?"
Some people's ideas of celebration are rather different than others'.
The door opens on a dim room lit by slanting rays of sun. It closes a moment later as Ellen dashes through in one of her old Vault suits, Dogmeat at her heels. "We made it!" she calls out to no one in particular. "The city's okay and we brought the first water caravan there and everything!"
She darts up to the Bar and puts a battered shoebox down. "Here," she says. "For my bill, and for anybody else who might come through for my world. Can I have some noodles and Cram, please? And a really cold Nuka-Cola?"
Some people's ideas of celebration are rather different than others'.

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"Congratulations on a job well done."
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"I think you mentioned them once."
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She doesn't look especially like someone helping out the army-corps in foreign lands..
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The dog at her heels bumps his head against her leg; she smiles. "I didn't forget you, Dogmeat. Can we get some water and mirelurk meat for Dogmeat here, too?"
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It is anyone's game as to just where the 'really messed up' dart lands.
Could range anywhere from 'living in ghetto' to 'Gordon Freeman' levels of fucked up home territories.
"What's the occaission?"
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Well, it makes sense to her.
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Ellen, you're going to find yourself being scrutinized a lot more closely now, by the man who could have come from Canterbury Commons.
"...Purifier in the Jefferson?"
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That'd be Voodoo, cleaning his field-stripped M4 at a nearby booth.
Mind where you sit, Ellen. That solvent gives off some powerful fumes.
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She seems to think this makes sense.
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To be fair, it's a pretty ominous name.
He quirks an eyebrow at the mention of frag mines.
"When'd you get EOD training?"
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He starts putting away his cleaning gear and reassembling the M4.
"So where were you taking all this water?"
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"Congratulations!" Annabelle says with a grin, pulling Ellen into a hug.
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