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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Today had been going really well for Ellen.

She'd been called back to the Citadel to report on the RobCo factory status, and she had good results to report. She'd been able to give a coherent account of all the measures taken at Second Diana to ensure that their communications tech was working properly, and it had been accepted. She'd been sent to the Order of the Shield armor labs to give them the Enclave power armor she'd earned from Scribe Bigsley, so that they could retrofit it to her, upgrade it, and repaint it to Brotherhood standards. And she'd even been able to handle Squire Maxson when the boy came to her and asked her, as chaplain, if his parents were really dead and what that meant for him and the rest of his life. Not perfectly, obviously, but well enough that he promised to come back and talk some more the next time she was at the Citadel, and keep on coming back regularly when he needed it. So that had been really, really good.

And then she'd just HAD to go and talk to Senior Scribe Jameson, hadn't she.

She's not sure her face is ever going to stop burning. Talking to the head of the Order of the Quill about- well, it'd been the most embarrassing five minutes of her life that she could recall. So she's gone to the Bar and she's going to stay RIGHT THERE until she no longer wants to pull her power helmet on and do her very best Knight-Captain Gallows impression* for a week.

Feel free to bother her in the meantime, though. It's not like you're from the Wasteland, right?

*Which consists mostly of "...", as Knight-Captain Gallows is widely known as the least talkative man in the Citadel

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[aeons_crackshot]

"'Never get involved with anyone with more issues than you', Dixon taught me that one. Shame he only learned that AFTER his marriage went down in flames and his ex-wife became a supervillain."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen winces. "Oh, dear..."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Yeeeeah. The only way you could say that divorce was 'amicable' was if you defined 'amicable' as 'wishing virulent death on one another'."

"As 'the Mechanatrix' she went on to sell all sorts of nasty gizmos to the highest bidder. As you might imagine, we generally ended up having to deal with the damn things."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Ugh. At least Tanya never tried to contract her ants out to anybody before she gave up the villain life," Ellen says. "That must've driven you up the wall."

[aeons_crackshot]

"It did. Especially since we never managed to make her pay for any of the crap she pulled. She always had something we needed to deal with another problem, a hostage...."

Annabelle's expression turns dark. "We figured she was one of the folks bankrolling experimentation on unwilling human subjects too, but we could never PROVE it."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Lovely," Ellen murmurs. "What happened to her in the end?"

[aeons_crackshot]

"I'm not sure," Annabelle explains. "She was still alive and active when I died."

After that, a lot of nasty things happened. "She might have died during the Second World War, might have just gone underground, taken a new identity."

"It's entirely possible that she's still alive back home. She was using her inventions to extend her lifespan before I died, and Inspired like us seem to live a hell of a lot longer than the average human without any tech helping things along."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Well, if she is alive, I hope she's at least tried to reform," Ellen says. "For whatever that's worth."

Even if she figures it's really unlikely, it's okay to hope.

[aeons_crackshot]

"Amen to that," Annabelle says with a sigh. "The world's got enough to deal with without that kind of trouble."