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[Out of Milliways: In the little Wasteland community of thawed-out alien abductees, there are new arrivals, and then there are new arrivals Of Interest.]

The closest thing Ellen has to a dress uniform is her power armor, which is why the sound of scabbard and plasma rifle clanking against cerasteel plates accompanies her as she and Dogmeat come through the door today. As the door closes on what looks like the last Wasteland wall to be painted a genuine institutional green she says, "Bar, I've been on my feet for about the past eighteen hours or so. Could I have a Nuka-Cola and a bowl of noodles and Cram?"

(If Bill Guarnere ever shows up here again, she will apologize to him for not making more of an effort to eat Real, Proper Food. But he's not here, and she's tired, and she just wants the stuff she knows best.)

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"Meep."

So declares a high pitched voice as something decidedly not noodles and Cram makes its presence known from beneath the counter.

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... meep?

Ellen leans waaaaaaaaay over to see what made the noise.

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Yes, meep.

"Meep."

There's the meeper, squatting low amidst the bottles and various bric-a-brac below the Bar. It peers out at her from a multitude of beady little eyes.

"Meep," meeps the potato.

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A meeping potato.

Well.

Okay then.

"Hey there, little fellow," Ellen says. "Are you okay?"

(This is Milliways. It might be a patron.)

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"Meep," opines the potato.


"Meep meep," counters a slightly higher voice from somewhere around Ellen's left elbow.

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"I'm sorry, I don't speak potato," Ellen says carefully, and then turns to see who else is speaking. That's a little high off the ground for it to be another potato, but you never know.

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In a shocking twist, the second voice turns out to in fact belong to none other than.... a potato.

"Meep," comes the call from yet another voice somewhere in the vicinity of Dogmeat.

"MEEP!" cheers a chorus from the rafters.

"Meep! MEemEEPEiiepPEEPmeePMeepmopMEEEEEEEP!"

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"...."

That's a lot of potatoes.

"Um," says Ellen hesitantly, trying in vain to locate the leader potato. "I... hi there?... you guys come in peace, right?"

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It's too late, Ellen. They've broken out in a full blown musical number now.

"Gracious me," oozes a voice from down the bar. "That's certainly a... colorful order. Would you mind keeping it down, miss? Some of us are trying to read."

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"I'm sorry," says Ellen instantly. "I didn't mean to- I'm not really sure what's going on, uh..."

She's trying to find the speaker and with all the potatoes and all the music she's not sure who or what she's looking for.

"...sir?"

[chocolate_reign]

No need to look very far, the speaker in question is gently floating several feet off the floor a short distance away, apparently engrossed in the contents of a a thin file.

It's... well. 'Sinuous' would be a good word. Also 'large', the figure stands a good ten feet long at least from mismatched horns to tufted tail tip. Given the sheer amount of WUT radiating off this creature's appearance, it is perhaps the fez that stands out the most. Or maybe it's the smoking jacket. Or-

"Well then," sighs Discord, materializing beside her in a flash of light. "I suppose the friendly thing to do would be to offer my assistance."

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"...."

That is not a creature for which Ellen's experience has prepared her. No, it is not.

"If it wouldn't be too much bother, sir," she says very carefully indeed. "May I ask who it is I'm addressing?"