the story in which Alex Seattle Geer is right for hating enclosed spaces,

[doubletap]

and Neil Park is blamed for his knowledge of vaults.

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Terminal Entries:

1st Floor, Vault Entry-Room Computer:
- Data Entry 1: Year 20XX, Month XX; There's no escape.
- Holotape Entry 1: Y#4@ SDhig^8705 H98 [data corrupted]; This is hell and I want out of it.

1st Floor, Cafeteria Luncheon:
- Holotape Entry 2: Private Recording; I've had better?

1st Floor, Cafeteria Supply Room:
- Inventory List: Inventory List; A list of food....
- Data Entry 2: Shift Notes; Maybe I should tear the walls down.

1st Floor, Broken Cave:
- Data Entry 3: Preparations; Everything's fine.
- Data Entry 4: Near the End; I'll tell you the truth, but I won't give up my soul.
- Data Entry 5: Finally, the End is at Hand.; This is far enough.

1st Floor, Office:
- Data Entry 6: Vault-Wide Public Service Announcement; Get back to work everyone.
- Data Entry 7: Locked Administrative Reply; You're reaching for straws.

1st Floor, Administrative Secretary's Office:
- Data Entry 8: Drama Hoes; It is sort of funny that people aren't able to lie, though.
- Holotape Entry 3: Bill Self-Log; Byron's access still works everywhere.

Comments

[doubletap]

Which he doesn't listen to.

[ Alex shifts through the garbage--old food and pieces of metal. Nothing but junk, much like how this vacation is going at the moment. ]

You've got to stop trying to be alone.

[goodfight]

[For once, the Lone Wanderer does not bother with the items strewn about, choosing instead to stand idly by.]

I'm just saying it's hard. That's all.

[doubletap]

[ The not rummaging for radiated food is seen as an irregularity. Alex stops holding on to pettiness, and moves back to Neil, reaching to hold him. ]

[goodfight]

[The sudden shift in priorities surprises him, and Neil almost jumps back.

He lingers where he stands, gun and body now surrounded by another's arms.]

Uh...

[doubletap]

Just realized I'm being selfish. I shouldn't push you to accept things or get over shit. It's a fucking large character flaw that I have, apparently.

[ This said as he cuddles Neil closer. ]

[goodfight]

[Proximity affects Neil in a manner reminiscent of the time in Megaton, in his metal sheet house, drowning in his realization that his father was indeed dead.

That there is only one person left in this wretched world.

Why he remembers this, he doesn't fucking know.]

Still.

[He smirks pathetically.]

I need to get over shit.

[doubletap]

Get over it when you get over it.

[ He says, letting go. Alex moves to the adjacent door, starting to fiddle with the lock. ]

In the meantime, we need to clear out this level.