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Do unto others as you would have done unto you.

#∟ / LUCY ┘#∟ / THE GHOUL ┘#/ so normal about them and the impact lucy had on him within a few days #/ get shown kindness despite all you did!! idiot!!

listen. she's not at full strength. best she can do is a small black lizard, resting in her pack.

❝ HEYYY... ❞ The spunky vault dweller is settled into her makeshift campsite all -- well, maybe not COZY, but comfortable enough. A bright yellow bedroll is set on a relatively even surface, her boots set to the side, her tranquilizer gun laid within reach. The "package" is also resting a ways away, mostly so it would not stink up the place. She is GENTLER than usual while rummaging through her pack, giving the tiny lizard a lift on her palm and carefully settling it down on the bedroll before resuming her foraging. Yum-Yum deviled eggs, stimpaks, a notebook, Yum-Yum deviled eggs, canned sweetcorn, pack of Instamash, Yum-Yum deviled eggs, canned tuna, a pack of band-aids, Yum-Yum deviled eggs... Golly. How many of these DID she pack? ❝ D'you want anything? I'm not sure if you eat, but... here. ❞ With some degree of struggling, Lucy finally recovers the can opener from the far reaches of her backpack and uses it to open the can of sweetcorn. A hefty SCOOP of it is recovered and placed before the lizard, after which she helps herself to the rest. It's crunchy and fresh, not riddled with chemical preservatives that keep most other food found in the wasteland fresh for centuries. ❝ Corn's our vault's staple crop. Honestly, I don't think I've ever had a meal without corn in it somewhere. It's a real source of pride. Tough to grow anything under artificial sunlight. ❞

#∟ v. / don’t lose your head! ┘#motherednature #would you like some corn in this trying time )

easterpookan

The Pooka's tall lofty ears twitch against the onslaught of information that pours out of the girl, clearly not expecting her to be so sharing with her story. For someone who is suddenly meeting a rabbit of unusual proportions in this particularly tainted landscape the girl is awfully open. She possesses such a different energy to the typical humans he spies at from afar ( reckless & cruel creatures ) and its rather throwing for Bunnymund.

He tracks her movements cautiously, still crouched almost protectively over the small clump of odd clover he'd found. There is a strong sense of hope that glows in her, weathered but steady & determined. Bunnymund is no fool, he'd lived far too long with many a lifetime's worth of mistakes not to be able to catch a lie. Yet there is none to catch & something in him unwittingly relaxes.

"I tend ta avoid humans. So no - quite on purpose - humans & I tend not ta see each otha." his voice is pointedly gruff as he examines her, still coming up empty. An honest soul. "Ah'm only topside ta look for signs of green life... you're a bit of an odd duck ta spot me.

fusiioncores

THOUGH EXPECTED, though already preparing to be disappointed, Lucy cannot help the slight slump in her shoulders at the confirmation. Another dead end, another lost trail. But, hey! She's only barely began, and there's still a ways to go. She wouldn't have gone through all this trouble to get to the surface despite the council's wishes just to GIVE UP at the first setback. Though maybe Chet was right. This was insane. Talking to a giant sentient rabbit may be just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. ( mind you, she has been staring at Bunnymund for a while now. ACCEPTING, yes. Confused and curious? Also yes. )

" Well, I can't exactly blame you, really. The people up here must be... rough. " A lighthearted air to a clearly understated sentiment as a haunted look briefly passes through her eyes. Lucy's tried not to dwell on it since, she really HAS -- but how can one not, after the massacre she's witnessed in her own home? " That's okay, though. I'll manage. Not... QUITE sure where to go yet, but I will. " She clears her throat. " Sorry, I totally skipped the introductions! I'm Lucy. You said you're looking for green life here? Is there much of it, at all? I wasn't sure what I'd SEE up here when I left, 'cus... well, everyone always said it'd be nearly dead from all the radiation. "

#∟ v. / don’t lose your head! ┘#easterpookan #she's just fully in her “what the hell sure” rn )

motherednature

GAIA ALWAYS KNEW this would happen -- the moment humans began to turn inward, began to indulge in their selfish grandiosity and think of themselves as bigger than they were, they would destroy themselves and take the earth with it. and she hates them for it. she had lovingly crafted every evolutionary line to make a creature in her own image, and when she had served them beauty on a golden platter, they simply discarded it like it was rubbish.

wretched, ungrateful creatures! your mother was a fool to let you live for this long!

perhaps a fool, too, for creating humanity in her own image -- for like her, they endure. here is one now, bumbling into her sacred healing grove like a newborn lamb. it is indeed cold. were mother nature at full strength, the cold snap she would've conjured would've been instant and deadly, but even this feat is too much for her. the best she can enact is slow, incremental temperature drops within the bounds of this reclaimed human town. she lays dormant at its center, and thus what little strength she has remaining is used to throw her voice. it is rasped and rough, hissed through a jaw half-exposed, but it retains its primordial, gut-wrenching power.

"GET...OUT!"

fusiioncores

THE SUDDEN CHILL only seems to get worse, growing past a discomforting wave of goosebumps into a thousand icy NEEDLES prickling her skin. Why, it never even crossed her mind that such level of cold could exist. As if suddenly thrown into a cryochamber, she shivers and rubs at her arms, eyes searching her surroundings when it hits. A deep, guttural, primordial FEAR. A feeling so profound, so integral, it could only be written into the very genome of every living thing. Her mouth goes dry and her limbs turn to jelly, the young woman stumbling backwards and falling onto the ground with a thud. It is not merely a scream she hears, but a ROAR, a rumble that seems to echo in every cell of her body. Every base thought, every survival instinct tells her to pick herself up and RUN.

She doesn't. Oh, sweet, stubborn Lucy, she doesn't. Though her hands now shake, though she hears her own HEARTBEAT thumping in her ears, she swallows it down and sits back up, kneeling before the patch of green she was looking at just prior. Where did the voice come from? WHAT did she just hear? ... WHO did she just hear? And now that she took this moment to think, to compose herself... Did the voice not sound like it is in great PAIN? " I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I--I didn't mean to disturb you, whoever you are!.. " Though her voice shakes, though she fights that gut instinct to get away, Lucy manages to steady her breathing before it devolves into a full blown-out panic. A level head in a crisis! Now THAT is a true pioneer. Large hazel eyes frantically look around, not sure who she should be addressing. " Li--listen, I don't know where you're speaking from or... or even who you are, but... you sound hurt. I can--CAN I help? If you tell me how? "

#∟ v. / don’t lose your head! ┘#motherednature #maybe her crazy luck stat can get her out of this one hAAA )#that and crazy empathy bc thats the true default in this one )

mostrovskaa

As I go ridin' merrily along :-)

#∟ / LUCY ┘#∟ / THE GHOUL ┘#J I N G L E J A N G L E )

aicosu

#∟ / LUCY ┘#∟ / MAXIMUS ┘#cutie pies!! stupid! )

hgedits

"Lucy is in many ways an echo of who The Ghoul once was; a polite, moral person, who believed people were going to do the right thing. He certainly doesn't like to be reminded of his naivety when he looks at her. After all, it isn't just that he used to be good; it's that he used to be nice."

#∟ / LUCY ┘#∟ / THE GHOUL ┘#my mirrors!! my narrative foils!! )

quibbs

just had SO much fun with the fallout tv show... i love you missus okey dokey

#∟ / LUCY ┘#its she!!! shes having a terrible time )

missalinka007

I couldn’t sleep :’)

#∟ / LUCY ┘#∟ / THE GHOUL ┘#i need to think of smarter tags hmm )

easterpookan

There was a deep seated hate within him for every time he visited the surface. The sun's heat beating down upon him just a bitter reminder of the radiation that should have been the poison to this planet but of course humans always had to have the last word didn't they?

And then the lot of them had to audacity to seek shelter underground ( his underground )

Now in the closest thing resembling shade & peace he'd found a flicker of green hope in the shape of a small patch of possibly clover. Green & striking & not quite what it once was. Bunnymund knelt, a paw gently cupping a small leaf, lost in the moment before an unfamiliar voice shattered it.

"What. Do you see me?" eyes are narrowed & ears lay back as the girl is regarded with suspicion. "Whats a human like you doin' out here?"

fusiioncores

STARING still, a few droplets of water ( precious, this is PRECIOUS, don't waste it! ) dribble down the young woman's chin before she hastily wipes it. It talks! They talk? The voice sounds masculine, but she doesn't wish to assume--anything, really, about a giant bidepal lagomorph that SPEAKS. Are there more like it out there? Oh gosh. Are they all INVISIBLE?

" Should I... not be able to see you? "

Of course, it figures. Of COURSE. First living creature she sees ( outside a weird walking bush that MAY be alive and an abysmally large bug ) is something of a fairytale character. Like from stories she'd tell her students at recess. And of course SHE, the ever-good and ever-hopeful Lucy, would see it. She, who believed the artificial light in their underground farm was the real sun. Who believes, still, that the world above cannot be THAT bad. She's just... yet to find the better parts. " I'm... I'm from a vault. Vault 33, just around there, " a hand gestures in vague direction of the coast. " It's a long story, sir--IF you're a sir, but uh... Some raiders, led by this middle-aged woman, broke into my vault and KIDNAPPED my dad. I'm here to look for him. " Then, a dejected sigh. To her credit, the shock of meeting someone SO new and strange is wearing off quick in light of needing to be practical and staying on TASK. " If you're surprised at seeing a human here, then I assume you've not seen them pass by, have you? "

#∟ V. / don’t lose your head! ┘#easterpookan #the “walking bush” was a tumbleweed lmfao she was SPOOKED )#is the wasteland just full of giant invisible lagomorphs now?? )#she does seem the type who'd just naturally see the guardians tho. esp one of hope )

@motherednature

HOW STRANGE it is, to see green -- true, NATURAL green, green of healthy foliage seeping into and overtaking the cracks of humanity's folly. After the monotony of scorched sandy DESERT ( nothing but yellow, ochre, dirty brown! ), the change is almost overwhelming. Even the air feels different here. Crispier, CLEANER. It smells of tree bark and wet grass, not of rust, not of death.

There's a town somewhere in the overgrown WILDS; Lucy can just barely make out a distant spire made of scavenged parts over the canopy. A ways to go, still. That's okay! She can admire nature's resilience as she goes, with its wonders and vigorous, creative splendor. From stories she's been told -- and told herself -- nothing like this should even EXIST anymore.

Lucy leans down in the virgin grass, one knee resting in the soil, tilting her head as she examines a FAMILIAR plant -- wild, here. Strong, somehow brighter than the one in the Vault's hydroponic gardens. A little different, certainly mutated. Oh! Maybe she can examine it when she finds a semblance of a lab... Also, is it a little COLD all of a sudden?

#motherednature #∟ V. / don’t lose your head! ┘#lord I am a yapper )#local vault dweller discovers a wild plant: :O!! )

@easterpookan

THERE IS BOLDNESS in her steps, a fear of the unknown resolutely tempered by the thrill of DISCOVERY, of exploration. Leather boots step over metal remains of a child's bicycle, rusted beyond recognition as she dips into the shade. It's taken a good few hours for Lucy's eyes to properly adjust to the natural light of the scorching SUN, and she realized then that it wasn't just warm -- it BURNED. A breather is fine to take, she tells herself. She's got a job to do, a QUEST to undertake, yes. She will just lean against this wall for a minute, steady her breathing, take a long SIP from her trusty Vault-Tec™ water bottle and then--

" Hooo-o-oly moly... " A bit of water runs down her chin as she stares agape at what can only be described as a creature, not QUITE believing her eyes. " Uhm. Hello? " Please be friendly please be friendly please--

#easterpookan #∟ V. / don’t lose your head! ┘#ma theres a massive CREATURE here )

shrimptonarchive

Jean Shrimpton for Vogue Beauty, May 1966.

#∟ / AESTHETIC ┘

the hoops I had to jump to find a fallout-themed url that wasn't taken by some ancient archived blog... anyway, here I am, about to put lucy (and eventually my fallout protagonists) into Situations.

#∟ ooc. / sal's yappening is happening ┘#and if I followed you. hi. its sal/animaterrena. )#it'll prob be a slow af start lol )#most tags are placeholders until i feel more Witty )