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milliways_bar2011-11-07 07:12 pm
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[OOM: They're calling it the Lyons Doctrine.]
The front door opens on the usual tumbledown wreckage of the Megaton city walls. Ellen clatters through, her silver-grey power armor smelling vaguely of cow and Dogmeat at her heels. Then again, given her riding habits, all her armor tends to smell vaguely of cow. "Bar?" she says. "Could I have a holotape player, please? I've got some new recordings I don't want to risk in my Pip-Boy. Um. Also a bottle of Gamma Gulp would be nice."
The beer and the player materialize, along with a bowl of meat for the woeful looking heeler (who mysteriously perks right up at the sight of the chow). Ellen smiles a little and takes the whole lot over to one of the tables, setting the meat down and turning the holotape player on. Shortly thereafter, the air in her vicinity is saturated with the sound of a lone violin playing... an excellent lone violin.
There are, she thinks, worse things to discover on patrol.
The front door opens on the usual tumbledown wreckage of the Megaton city walls. Ellen clatters through, her silver-grey power armor smelling vaguely of cow and Dogmeat at her heels. Then again, given her riding habits, all her armor tends to smell vaguely of cow. "Bar?" she says. "Could I have a holotape player, please? I've got some new recordings I don't want to risk in my Pip-Boy. Um. Also a bottle of Gamma Gulp would be nice."
The beer and the player materialize, along with a bowl of meat for the woeful looking heeler (who mysteriously perks right up at the sight of the chow). Ellen smiles a little and takes the whole lot over to one of the tables, setting the meat down and turning the holotape player on. Shortly thereafter, the air in her vicinity is saturated with the sound of a lone violin playing... an excellent lone violin.
There are, she thinks, worse things to discover on patrol.
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