Alternative Methods.

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Has sex become repetitious? Feeling sore in certain areas? Well, good news! Your boyfriend has sent you on a quest to find different ways of having fun gay sex. Yay!

Find the following people and seek out their knowledge:

• Arcade Israel Gannon (=D)
  
• Jimmy (Westside)
  
• Old Ben (Freeside)
  
• Doctor Alex Richards (Novac)
  
• Ignacio Rivas (Helios One)

Good luck, Wanderer!

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[goodfight]

Despite the weight, the blood of hundreds of men hanging over the subject, Neil smiles. The expression is brief; it vanishes before he speaks.

"Yes, sir, he surely did." A story piled high with details. "It took the truth to drag it out of him." The memory could set him off laughing.

Neil fortunately keeps to simple facts. "Every choice has its fans and its haters," he continues. "I suppose it's too much to think you guys could escape both with that caliber of a choice." A pause. "Though, Old Ben seems to like him well enough."

As well as Arcade.

[teamdonotwant]

Huh. "Well, maybe your relationship is getting better," comes the busybody comment. "I didn't think he'd ever talk to you from the rate he was going. At least there's no threat of harm now."

He could sigh. He's really just only annoyed. But he can talk to Neil now, a bit more openly, and that's an honest relief.

"Most people around here do like Alex. He took the power from the people stomping them underfoot and basically gave it back to them. He's keeping the reins for some things--the heavy tech and security for one--but he did show the Mojave that he's on their side, not just the side with the most shined up justifications for conquest."

[goodfight]

"Maybe." It's probably getting better. It probably is headed for a terrifyingly beautiful crash and burn. Maybe sounds like the best answer here.

There are more wholesome aspects floating about, however, and Neil would rather pay attention to those than the state of his relationship. "So you're saying he's the people's President. Makes sense. Between American Dream #2, Imperium Romanum Circa 2281, and Old World Robotics Tycoon, Alex seems like the only guy who's actually with the post-apocalyptic times."

[teamdonotwant]

Arcade actually snorts. "Clever," he mentions, then moves a hand idly. "I feel like I shouldn't have to tell you this, but just by the by: Remember that everyone knows him as "The Courier." No one but the small group of us know him, and you're the only one who really know him. He's an idiot, through and through, and I'm hoping he doesn't end up getting used."

That is to say--

"...I like where he's going, and what he's doing. I want to see what he does here."

[goodfight]

Here, Neil halts his steps, dark eyes focused intently on the older man beside him.

"You care about him," he states in a most matter-of-fact fashion. "Even more, you believe in him."

[teamdonotwant]

He stops to mirror Neil, an eyebrow raised. "You'd have to be an idiot not to know that by now. All of us, his suicidally stupid "Lucky 38 Crew." We'd all happily frolic into death at his side.

"...It's like this," he adds quietly. "We all started in different places. Different endings for each of us. But we all saw a point to continuing, and we all ended up here. Tell me, Neil Park, the Capital Wasteland's Lone Wanderer."

He tilts his head, to raise his eyebrow again. "Is it any different for you?"

[goodfight]

He can't help it. Neil Park catches himself grinning from ear to ear and decides that it's fine. The giveaway is sufficient for now.

"I don't know. It ain't like me to ever know where I end up," he admits. "But care and belief? Yeah. I can at least say that I hold those." For Alex. The Courier of the Mojave.

He nods to himself, as if satisfied with his answer. "Not that big of an idiot, by the way. I just wanted to hear it straight from the horse's mouth."

[teamdonotwant]

"Oh, making me spell things out, are we? Well in that case, Neil. Riddle me this."

He holds the grin inside for a moment.

"Are you trying the pleasing yourself or pleasing him first?"

[goodfight]

Way to ruin the good mood, Arcade. Have a scowl.

"I dunno. The info's all for Alex." Neil only complained about the same old sex, after all. "Then again, maybe this is subtle way of telling me I'm shit in bed."

[teamdonotwant]

"Yes," he gives dryly. "That's how you've kept the solitary person known for loving and leaving each partner."

[goodfight]

Complicated feelings erupt, but Neil manages to put a lid on them. "That doesn't mean I'm not shit in bed," he retorts. "And I'm not keeping him. He can move on whenever he wants."

[teamdonotwant]

Here, he doesn't withhold, and knocks into Neil's shoulder. Which makes him notice that Neil is pretty short for such a fierce creature. "Aw," he gives in a monotone. "Look how worried you are instead of relishing your victory."

[goodfight]

Relishing his--

Neil scowls further, the contact and the words irritating him to some unknown degree. Disturbed, he begins to stomp away toward Freeside's central gate, muttering something about fuck victory and other shit.

[teamdonotwant]

He trails behind, calling out without reserve. "Thank you, Arcade, for your infinite patience and reserve. Wisdom and good looks as well. For I know that you have better things to do and are assisting me from the goodness of your charming heart."

[goodfight]

Without fail, Neil returns the call. "Thank you, Arcade, for your infinite patience and reserve. Wisdom and good looks as well. For I know that you have better things to do and are assisting me from the goodness of your charming heart," he echoes loudly.

A pause. "I really do appreciate you putting up with me," Neil continues, his voice noticeably softer.

[teamdonotwant]

...What a charming kid. He finds himself not minding any of it.

"It's fine so far. We'll see how it goes at the next stop."