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abstracts2016-09-18 08:07 pm
shortstraw) wrote in abstracts2016-09-18 08:07 pm
the tower.
It started in Novac, in that lovely Dino Dee-Lite Motel by the dilapidated gas station.
He had told her they could be found in the upper corner room, living the Post-War American dream. If not there, they had others: cabins, bunkers, safehouses, and the like. He gave her all the map points, confident in their future whereabouts. And above all, he was certain they would never be in the New Vegas, beneath the bright lights of the Strip.
The motel room had been empty. The Brotherhood safehouse and the cabin by Jacobstown also held no occupants. After traveling nearly the entire width of the Mojave Wasteland, moving from town to fucking town, she finally caught a whiff of him in Freeside.
The crier for Mick & Ralph's had seen a man matching Alex Seattle Geer's description lately, headed directly into the heavily guarded gates of the New Vegas Strip.
Judas, Sarah had thought. Blood betrayer. She then walked the road back to the Dino Dee-Lite Motel, to that cozy little upper room in the corner, and left Alex a very nice surprise.
Three days later, after finding the presidential suite of the Tops woefully empty, Sarah corners a man in the streets. Their exchange proves short, and with his pockets noticeably heavier, the guy walks the short distance to the center of the road. There, with the Vault Dweller looking on, he straightens to attention and produces a piece of paper from his pockets.
"Ladies and gentleman of New Vegas, may I have your attention please?" he reads, voice clear to the nearby bystanders and vigilant Securitrons. "It is my absolute pleasure to introduce to you a Very Important Person--" The man looks over his shoulder briefly, a quizzical look on his face. "Why is it capitalized?" he asks.
"Go on," she mouths, waving lazily at the gathering crowd.
He shrugs and continues as directed. "Someone who has traveled a great distance and sacrificed a good deal of time, bullets, and money to be here with you fine folks. She is the Champion of the Holy Thirteen, the Swan Song of the Master and His Most Unholy Unity, the Keeper of All Your Dogs, a Sometimes Friend to You and I... I present to you: The Vault Dweller!"
He had told her they could be found in the upper corner room, living the Post-War American dream. If not there, they had others: cabins, bunkers, safehouses, and the like. He gave her all the map points, confident in their future whereabouts. And above all, he was certain they would never be in the New Vegas, beneath the bright lights of the Strip.
The motel room had been empty. The Brotherhood safehouse and the cabin by Jacobstown also held no occupants. After traveling nearly the entire width of the Mojave Wasteland, moving from town to fucking town, she finally caught a whiff of him in Freeside.
The crier for Mick & Ralph's had seen a man matching Alex Seattle Geer's description lately, headed directly into the heavily guarded gates of the New Vegas Strip.
Judas, Sarah had thought. Blood betrayer. She then walked the road back to the Dino Dee-Lite Motel, to that cozy little upper room in the corner, and left Alex a very nice surprise.
Three days later, after finding the presidential suite of the Tops woefully empty, Sarah corners a man in the streets. Their exchange proves short, and with his pockets noticeably heavier, the guy walks the short distance to the center of the road. There, with the Vault Dweller looking on, he straightens to attention and produces a piece of paper from his pockets.
"Ladies and gentleman of New Vegas, may I have your attention please?" he reads, voice clear to the nearby bystanders and vigilant Securitrons. "It is my absolute pleasure to introduce to you a Very Important Person--" The man looks over his shoulder briefly, a quizzical look on his face. "Why is it capitalized?" he asks.
"Go on," she mouths, waving lazily at the gathering crowd.
He shrugs and continues as directed. "Someone who has traveled a great distance and sacrificed a good deal of time, bullets, and money to be here with you fine folks. She is the Champion of the Holy Thirteen, the Swan Song of the Master and His Most Unholy Unity, the Keeper of All Your Dogs, a Sometimes Friend to You and I... I present to you: The Vault Dweller!"
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There are things she does not say. Things that don't need to be said. Alex is a grown man; he can fill in the gaps.
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Her arms fall to their sides, and Sarah pivots fluidly to look fully at the guy before her. "So after you properly hug your snuggle buddy," she starts, briefly thinking of lonely little Neil, "you need to introduce me to your friends."
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Kidding, of course. This is all for sake of watching camaraderie. "Don't worry," she continues lightly. "Great-grandmama will try not to embarrass you. Too much."
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He smiles, then it falters somewhat. "Did you want that now, or do you want a tour of something, or...?"
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And that's already becoming too dangerous.
Her expression softens, eyes warming. "Go to Neil," she murmurs.
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Neil is hers, as well. And she, too, has lost a Dogmeat.
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He glances back with a grin. "You couldn't even creep up on him now."
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A pause. "Where is he anyway?"
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He calls the elevator and replies to Sarah. "With Neil, of course. I sent him right after. Both of them lost a friend, and ED-E... Well, he's a good mom to the people who need it."
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Sarah steps toward the elevator doors on the tips of her toes. "That is pretty fucking adorable." And kind. Her eyes look up at the man. "You ready to see your family, kid?"