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[Out of Milliways: The Republic of Dave.]

Ellen stomps through the door in her dark green fatigues, Dogmeat at her heels. An overwhelming smell of Brahmin and fertilizer- so, more Brahmin, really- is cut off as she closes the door behind her. "I really hope Elder Lyons knows what he's doing," she mutters. "Bar? Could I please get a bottle of Nuka-Cola and something that Bill Guarnere would approve of to eat? It's been kind of a long day."

Bar obliges with... well, Ellen's not sure what's going on, but there's noodles and there's what appear to be lumps of ground meat and there's.... okay, the red sauce is a little outside her experience. As is the white stuff dusted over the top. Smells good, though.

Once she figures out what she's supposed to do with her first dish of spaghetti and meatballs she'll probably notice that the Bar's also given her a small, heavy object wrapped in a note saying 'a gift from Corazon'. That, however, can wait. Food first.

She's botherable, so go right ahead and laugh at her total inability to handle spaghetti. These things happen.

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[waco_jim]

"The worst of it's over," he says. "I've been taking some shots over at the practice range. I'm less shitty than I thought I'd be, though not quite what I was. I'd settle for being almost as good. Bart needs all the help he can get."

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"Well, that's a start," Ellen agrees. "Sometimes people who come here recruit help from the other patrons- you might want to look into that, I don't know..."

[waco_jim]

"And see how well Hedley does against ghostbusters and superheroes? That could be funny. I'll have to ask Mr. Brooks first." The people here wouldn't be THAT out of place in a Mel Brooks movie, after all.

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Ellen nods. "It can't hurt, right?" she says. "The worst he can do is say he doesn't want to involve strangers."

[waco_jim]

"Or that the Guild won't allow it," he says.