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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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"Ellen, you've got too many horrible people in your world."

"I know," Ellen says, and rubs at her face with both hands. "I know. It's why I hav eto keep doing what I do. Otherwise it won't get any better."

"Yeah, that's why I want to be a lawman and see if I can save any families from goin' through what we have."

Ellen nods. "It's a good goal," she says. "Sheriff Simms, back home, would appreciate it if he heard about it. What do you have to do to become a lawman, where you come from?"

"I don't quite know yet. I haven't had time to find out as there's always other stuff that needs doin'."

"The farm keeps you pretty busy, I guess," Ellen agrees. "I hope you find out soon. If I can help, let me know."

"Yeah and that always comes first. My Pa was helpin' the railroad guards and the Pinks when we took Wade to Yuma so somethin' might be possible. I keep talkin' to all the lawmen here but things are so different."

"I'd suggest Sheriff Simms, but honestly, he wouldn't be much help either," Ellen says. "Since there really isn't much law back home except what we make and I think he more or less appointed himself sheriff. Who've you talked to so far?"

William considers before answering as it's a lot of people,

"Sheriff Pardy, Marshal Givens, Gene Hunt, don't recall his exact title and I feel like I'm forgettin' folks."

Ellen considers this. "Maybe the Bar has a book about the life of some famous lawman from your time?" she says. "A biography of somebody might tell you what they had to go through to get their job."

"I could do that though don't know who might be best. I'll see what I can figure out. Thank you, Ellen."

"You're welcome," says Ellen. "I hope it helps."

(OOC: Fade here?)

"I'm sure it will."

(OOC: sounds good to me!)