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milliways_bar2014-04-23 11:16 pm
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When Ellen got up this morning, she expected it to be more or less like the two mornings before: take Dogmeat out to check on the Brahmin, send the Brahmin out to the guarded grazing area on the fringes of Megaton's sniper's effective range, head back to town to check on the progress of this year's desert-adapted plantings, watch the sun get completely free of the horizon, meet Jerald on the way to the Megaton-Springvale garrison, and get to work on either the archive reprinting project or seeing to the spiritual and philosophical needs of whatever soldiers might come looking for her. You know, standard post-apocalyptic military chaplain stuff.
She got as far as the garrison and was summoned into the radio room on the third floor of the restored pre-War house instead for word from the Citadel.
There was a lot of work today. She's in the Bar now and looking a little poleaxed. Dogmeat is trying to distract her, because a human probably shouldn't stare into the distance while holding her drink like that. He's a good dog. However, a human distraction, or at least one that could speak, would probably work better. Just sayin'.
She got as far as the garrison and was summoned into the radio room on the third floor of the restored pre-War house instead for word from the Citadel.
There was a lot of work today. She's in the Bar now and looking a little poleaxed. Dogmeat is trying to distract her, because a human probably shouldn't stare into the distance while holding her drink like that. He's a good dog. However, a human distraction, or at least one that could speak, would probably work better. Just sayin'.