Need a repair?

Don't mind me. I'm just here on some business for some folks way out east. Go ahead and ask something if you're curious. (Fallout: NV rp blog)

[postlitany]

Anon me facts about me that you think are probably true

[freakonakaleesh]

sweats… them big

the second picture is the only thing even close to becoming canon and guess what??? the one in power armor is also a girl ;)

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georgiathxnder:

Out east, huh?

*That’s narrowing it down. There’s only one group she can think of who would be out east looking for information on the west, especially given their recent chain of defeats. It’s starting to all come together now, and Georgia purses her lips as she listens quietly to Deb’s explanation.*

Yeah, that’s true. News don’t really make the rounds ‘less ya got Couriers to carry it.

*She gives the woman a cheeky smile, and reaches up to teasingly tug on her ear.*

So… Do the Brotherhood pay well?

*Her expression falters a little. She sure figured that much out quickly. The way she answered here might be pretty important.*

Uh... *She laughs a little, nervously.* Yeah, they do. I made sure I got half the caps up front for this little venture.

...But that’s all they do. I’m not actually affiliated with them or anything. They aren’t too keen on outsiders and they weren’t thrilled about the guy I used to run with, so... 

*She stopped herself from rambling further, and making things worse. The android still had a grip on her.*

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I’ve been around (Chloe/Deborah)

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chloe-blanchett-m01:

Chloe looked the other over as she spoke looking at how she acted as she continued this conversation. By no means would she be able to discern if she was in fact lying. She’d never really documented what people looked like when they did and not to mention people were their own unique creatures and while some were amazing and almost indefinable in their lying. Others were about at blatant and red-faced about it as a child lying to his mother about stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

Then came the pause, a bodyguard? For a moment she thought that the other was going to say boyfriend. Just by how the conversation was flowing and moving. “Well Deb, I do hope you find him. Loosing people out here is common. But often times, people resurface, coming out of the woodwork in a way but sometimes they change, for the worse.”

She seemed to accept the explanation. That was good. She wasn’t sure just how high the anti-Enclave sentiment still ran around here. People still might react badly even if she had effectively cut ties with them. 

Deb studied her drink for a moment, before taking another sip. Chloe might have seen through that slip-up, at least, if her condolences were anything to go by. She was considerate enough to be just as vague about it, by the sound of it.

“...Thanks,” she finally replied, looking back to her. “I hope he turns up, too. We’ve... done a lot of travelling together.”

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3rdcourierdowntheline:

Fuck, I mean I don’t look so desperate do I? Least for anything that ain’t food and water that don’t taste like shit.

-He gives a rough grumble, be proud Deborah, it’s not too many times Gio looks genuinely offended.-

I ain’t a goddamn barbarian. I got standards and grace don’t I?

-Still, he was getting caps out of the deal, so things were too bad.-

Hey, then Mick and Ralph’s is right this way.

...Thanks. -She moves to follow him, when he agrees to lead the way. She’s quiet for a moment; she really hadn’t meant to upset him.-

And, uh... I’m sure you do? But I don’t know you or anyone else around here from a hole in the wall, so sorry I assumed the worst.

-She might have just been swindled out of some caps for a quick trip across Freeside, so she might not sound sincere, but she does mean it.-

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I’ve been around (Chloe/Deborah)

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chloe-blanchett-m01:

The other didn’t seem to mind her extensive ramblings that continued to be prevalent as subjects came up. Maybe she figured it was just something that came with the android’s age or amount of knowledge written in her that needed to be expunged, eventually.

“I guess, maybe correctly, but I tend to call them how I see them.” Chloe swirled the soda glass in her hand and looked the other over. “Been cooped up for too long. I honestly needed to get out and go see a few places. So, I started following these people from the Crimson Caravan who were passing by my home up by the Northern mountains and… here I am.” After her concise statement, she took another sip of her drink.

“Hm… So tell me. Am I right when I assume you are here doing a repair? Or is there something else to you?”

That sounded like a good enough reason as any to be out here. A lot of people in the area tended to wander. It sounded like Vegas wasn’t even a permanent stop for a lot of people, from what she’d been able to gather. A lot of folks came here for business or even just to take a trip, which sounded almost absurd to her the first time someone had told her that; the idea of a vacation was pretty foreign to her.

She considered Chloe’s question for a moment, taking another drink. She wasn’t sure how far she should go into anything. “Well, nothing needs fixed right now, but I’ve been holed up a lot lately too, so I figured it was about time to head out and get some supplies.”

“I kinda lost contact with my bo...odyguard a while back, and the going’s just been a little tough since then.” The correction was little awkward. She didn’t want to get sappy about possibly losing a boyfriend here, and the term was still true anyway.

[fuckboimemes]

Send me a ship

and I’ll find the success rate based from this generator.

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3rdcourierdowntheline:

-He gives a small sly grin at her sarcasm, it was a good sign. Frustration meant she had not thought of a work around yet.- Get lost, have some weird freeside scrubs try to take you for a ride. Terrible shit like tat innit? -He furrowed his brow, looking at her as if she asked an obvious question.- Caps, what else? I ain’t one of those weirdos that’s gonna make you do some dance or show some skin iffen that’s what you think, that shit’s weird. Ain’t gonna feed me neither.

Oh, thank god... -She mutters this mostly to herself, briefly pinching the bridge of her nose.-

...Look, it’s nothing personal or anything, but I had to ask. Vegas has been really weird.

-She still wasn’t sure what to make of his attitude, but at least that was out of the way.- But yeah, I can spare some caps.

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georgiathxnder:

*She shrugs a little, although her grip on Deb’s shoulders remains firm.*

Aww, there ain’t nothin’ real deeper behind it, Deb. Jus’ a silly lil’ name I chose fer myself a while back. Sounds cool, though, don’t it?

*The gynoid looks over the supposed “vaultie” again, pupils constricting slightly as she zooms in on the detail of her face. No way she’s a vault dweller. That means one of two things, and both could spell disaster… but Georgia wasn’t above flirting with danger.*

So, so, so… What brought a beautiful woman like yerself all the way out to this dingy lil’ corner o’ post-apocalyptia, huh?

*It was an interesting name, but she couldn’t help but feel like the synth was trying to distract her. This lady was pretty slick, but she couldn’t let some flattery cause her to drop her guard just yet.*

*She considered the question for a second, not sure how much she should divulge.* Oh, well... Some folks out east were willing to pay for some information. And since radio stations aren’t quite what they used to be, and I uh... had a truck when I left, I was a good fit for the job.

...They mostly wanted to know what’s been going on out this way. News doesn’t really make it that far out. *It was partially true. She worried that she’d been a little too vague, though.*

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3rdcourierdowntheline:

Yeah, you could do that.

-He holds his hand in front of him, nonchalantly checking his nails before looking back towards her with a an air of disinterest.-

A resourceful lady like you could probably get anything she wanted accomplished, but it’d probably take you quite a while especially all by yourself in Freeside with a bunch of thugs that want you and your caps for themselves.

Guess you could say yer payin for convenience. Sound like a fair trade off?

Whatever would I do? -She doesn’t hide the sarcasm in her tone.-

-She frowns a little, serious once more. She had a feeling that she might regret her next question.-

...Anyway, it could be. But I’d have to know what it is I’m paying, first.

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I’ve been around (Chloe/Deborah)

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chloe-blanchett-m01:

“Eh, most stuff is found, that or made. But so many lack the know how to make a decent bottle of whiskey or vodka or… well anything to say the least. I also have reason to believe people lack the materials…” And there she was, rambling once more about a different subject. This time liquor and alcohol. Not terribly attractive, but it could be worse. “Mmm, good taste.” Chloe jested, gently nudging the other with her elbow and chuckling.

Two soda glasses half full of scotch whiskey were set in front of the two. It wasn’t the most glamorous thing to drink out of but it was more sanitary than straight from the bottle. “Oh that’s a nice name. Deborah. or Deb. Very nice sound to it.” Taking her glass into her right hand the synth took a sip and then gestured to herself with her free left hand. “I’m Chloe, Chloe Blanchett. But most just call me Chloe. It’s a pleasure to meet you Deb.”

She smiled a little a the gentle ribbing from the android. It seemed like she had a lot to say, even if she wasn’t allowing herself to chatter on too much. She probably just knew a whole lot of things; chances were high that she’d been around a lot longer than Deb had even been alive.

She took a drink of her own after a moment, noting that the other didn’t seem offended by it’s taste. It was about as good as she expected, at least. “Nice to meet you, too,” she replied.

She rested her glass on the counter. “So you guessed that I’m here with doing a repair or to in mind, but what brings you out to Novac?”

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15, 41, 47

15. Something that grosses your OC out?

Not being able to bathe on a regular basis has been pretty awful for her. Washing clothes is probably similar to this.

41. Does your OC like/make puns?

She does not. It probably doesn’t help that she doesn’t get all of the ones she hears, either.

47. Does your OC fold their clothes, hang them up, or just leave them in the basket/dryer?

Folds them. It’s probably the best way to keep whatever spare clothes she has safe and out of the way.

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7, 13, 17, 33

7. What is your OC’s opinion on body modifications?

Indifferent, maybe? Like she’s just never been into them for herself, since they weren’t really an option when she was growing up, but she’s not going to tell anyone else what to do with themselves.

13. Does your OC have a widow ’s peak?

Maybe a little..?

17. Is there a real person that looks like your OC?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) You know the answer to this, even though it’s probably not obvious because lolart

33. A song that reminds you of your OC?

Unless you wanna hear something instrumental, I’ve got nothing for ya. And most of it would better fit an AU version, anyway. 

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Uncommon OC questions!

1. A little-known talent of your OC?

2. What trait does your OC like best about themself? (Eyes, guitar skills, random bird facts, etc)

3. How many pillows does your OC sleep with?

4. Is your OC good at keeping secrets?

5. Your OC's worst habit?

6. Does your OC prefer tennis shoes/sneakers or flip flops?

7. What is your OC's opinion on body modifications?

8. Your OC is given a full-ride scholarship to any college they could want to go to. Where do they go and what do they major in?

9. What chore does your OC hate the most?

10. Would your OC prefer to live in the city, the suburbs, or the country?

11. Is your OC a blanket hog?

12. Would your OC play by the rules in a fight or take cheap shots?

13. Does your OC have a widow 's peak?

14. Happy birthday! What kind of present would your OC want?

15. Something that grosses your OC out?

16. Your OC is suddenly on an adventure! Where do they go and what do they do?

17. Is there a real person that looks like your OC?

18. Something that makes your OC laugh without fail?

19. Something that makes your OC cry without fail?

20. A obscure/ridiculous fear your OC has?

21. Does your OC have any type of disability, whether it be mental, physical, etc?

22. Does your OC get frustrated when people forget to close the door behind themselves?

23. What is your OC's first memory?

24. Something you like that your OC would hate?

25. Your OC is going into battle/on a mission! What song is their anthem?

26. Does your OC have good or bad posture?

27. Most despicable thing your OC has ever done?

28. Is your OC a conspiracy theorist?

29. Someone does something awful in front of your OC. How do they handle it?

30. What is your OC's favorite drink?

31. Does your OC prefer to sleep in a warm or cool area?

32. Would your OC like you if they met you?

33. A song that reminds you of your OC?

34. Is your OC a nail biter?

35. What is your OC's favorite quote?

36. Your OC's favorite fashion era? (20's, 70's, etc)

37. Does your OC get excited when they get mail?

38. Random thunderstorm! How does your OC react?

39. A strange talent of your OC?

40. Assuming your OC doesn't have them already, what superpower would they want? If they do already, would they change it, keep it, or get rid of it?

41. Does your OC like/make puns?

42. What kind of shampoo does your OC use?

43. Your OC wakes up with a coin super glued to their forehead. How do they react?

44. Can your OC sleep if there's any kind of light?

45. What kind of self-esteem does your OC have?

46. A word that your OC can't stand?

47. Does your OC fold their clothes, hang them up, or just leave them in the basket/dryer?

48. Would society call your OC a good guy or a bad guy? What would they say they are?

49. Your OC's most prized possession?

50. What is your OC's happy place?

[3rdcourierdowntheline]

Hey, do you happen to know where that Mick and Ralph's place is? Some kid was yelling about it, but didn't really say where to go.

Shit, of course I do, ain’t been living here like seventy years just not to know where the only damn spot to get something worth having is.

-The squatter was doing just that, and he immediately lifts himself to stare down at the woman with a smirk.-

How badly you wanna get there?

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-She squints a little, sizing him up. This could just be some weird act.-

-Either way, she decides she’s definitely not going to act initmidated, and crosses her arms.- It’s not that important. I can just find it myself, if I have to.

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I’ve been around (Chloe/Deborah)

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chloe-blanchett-m01:

She was half expecting the woman to refuse. For all she knew she could be completely wierded and or creeped out by her. But she found the other’s response to be pleasantly positive and the synth’s mood reflected. “Alright then! What will you have? I assume it’s just the general assortment of wasteland liqour, the classic, ‘What I found in that house over there that people haven’t picked through, or decided to pick up just yet.’ “

A soft chortle emitted from her lips and the black haired synthetic opened up one of her side magazine pouches which contained several caps that she generally carried just for general supplies and such. But someone like her had to have her stash somewhere else, a base, a house of sorts.

“Whiskey scotch if you got it, Vodka if you don’t.” She murmured to the bartender and set some caps on the bar which would more than cover the cost of two drinks.

Deb laughed a little too at the question. That sounded about right for Wasteland fare. It really hadn’t surprised her when she had found out how hard good booze was to come by in the wastes; all the quality stuff was either gone or hoarded away somewhere. 

She moved over to the bar with the other, resting an elbow against it. “That sounds about as good as anything,” she agreed. “I guess I’ll have what you’re having then. Thanks.”

“...Oh,” she continued, an important thought striking her after a moment. “I don’t think I got your name yet. Mine’s Deborah Gardner. Or just Deb, since we’re talking.”

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georgiathxnder:

Oooh, Deborah.

*She grins, revealing an unnerving mouthful of chrome teeth. One hand snakes its way around the woman’s shoulders.*

Friend o’ mine once told me that’s a Hebrew name. Ya know, from the Old Testament. Supposed to mean queen bee. I guess that’s a lil’ fittin’, ‘cuz ya look ‘bout as sweet as honey, darlin’.

*She winks and snickers wickedly.*

Anyhow, ya can call me Georgia, honey. Georgia Thunder.

*That was a pretty smooth line. It's almost enough to distract her from the fact that the synth is suddenly a lot closer. Almost.*

*She laughs a little, herself, hoping it doesn’t come off too nervous.*

That’s quite a name you’ve got, yourself. ...I can’t say I know any deeper meaning behind it, but it sounds like a good one.