Power to the people.

#[ Under a cut for length. ]#BoomersBoominBurgers

“Ah, Helena, I know you won’t. I probably shouldn’t have served it to Chuck, that was his name, in the first place. He was unstable and I knew it. One of those crazy Hodunks, you know. Poor guy’s dead now. Got himself killed in a gang shootout! Can’t say I expected any other ending for him though. Anyway, I’ll be right back with your order.”

He went into the kitchen and hummed as he popped the thin slices of necrophage into the steamer. It was a relatively easy dish to prepare seeing as how it didn’t require any seasoning or grilling and the steamer did most of the work. Within ten minutes it was done and all that was left was to arrange the slices in a neat circular pattern that coiled to the center of the plate. “Here you go, Helena, order up!” He placed the plate in front of her. “Best of luck to you!”

[[ Oops. I kinda sorta finished it. ]]

#BoomersBoominBurgers #sketches

[[ I'm so sorry. I should've asked permission first, but... Boomer's just such a little cutie pie; I had to draw him. ;u; Or, at least, what I imagine him looking like based on your description. ]]

#BoomersBoominBurgers #sketches

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#[ Sorry Boomer; I had to. ]

“Ha ha! That’s the spirit! I always figured you for a risk taker, Helena. In the good way, of course! Lemme just grab the waiver.” He reached under the bar counter and pulled out a sheet of paper.

“I figure you’re not the type to retaliate against me if you barf, but I gotta cover my bases so just sign at the bottom. Heh heh heh, one time I served it to a guy out in the Dust before I founded this restaurant. He puked his guts out and then spent the next hour dry heaving. After he recovered he came back to me and said, ‘Boomer, that was the best damned thing I’ve ever tasted, but I’m gonna kill you for what it did to me!’ I thought he was kidding until he pulled out his pistol!” He gave a hearty laugh.

Helena was, in fact, rather averse to taking risks... but she was known to rarely back down from a challenge. The majority of the people of New Haven hadn't been satisfied with her being in a position of power, so she'd forced herself to step up when a particularly well-known bandit threatened the citizens' safety. She'd normally escape with a few cuts and bruises, but Zed had always been there to patch her up. "Goodness..." she mumbled, her scarred lips curling into a frown as she scribbed her name onto the paper, confirming her consent towards this little endeavor. "Well, rest assured that I won't do the same."

weshoulddefinitelybefriends-blog

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Oh… Oh, really? That’s a shame, Ms. Pierce! I’d really love to have you there! It’s a nice little place, you know. You really should visit. Soon, preferably.

How have you been? Not dying of thirst, right?

#[ Helena pls. ]#weshoulddefinitelybefriends #sketches

Oh, ah... Dying of thirst...? No, I've been doing as well as can be expected. I must ask, though... What's the meaning behind your strange obsession with water and thirst?

“Ah, the Roulette Platter is a plate of steamed necrophage. Damned tasty, but there’s no way to ensure that all the toxin has been broken down since the required cooking temperatures vary from phage to phage. However, I’ve narrowed it down to a range where half the time it’s harmless and half the time it makes you violently ill after finishing the meal. Still, that rich flavor is worth the risk in my opinion!”

"... hrm. Well, you're the cook; I suppose you'd know best." She offered a small smile, the deep scars on her face flexing with the movement. He seemed honest enough; why shouldn't she trust him? He'd been a decent help around New Haven, as far as she could remember, and was always willing to lend a hand when one of the townsfolk needed assistance. "I'll try it," she said decisively, offering a determined nod.

#[ HELL YES YOU'RE BACK ]#[ SCREAMS ]#weshoulddefinitelybefriends #sketches

"Oh... Mr. Shade. A pleasure to see you again. I'm afraid I haven't had the chance to visit your, ah... lovely town."

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Amaryllis || Roland & Helena

“Helena.” He spoke fondly, warmth apparent on his handsome features. His lips cracked into an almost boyish grin. Why, he delivered a salute since old habits die hard. The soldier adjusted his beret and stood perfectly still. Leading the Crimson Raiders was a stressful task, but well worth it, in the end. “Ready for that job?”

#timeisbullets #Amaryllis

She nearly rolled her eyes once he offered his usual salute, though she couldn't help the small, fond smile that crossed her scarred lips. 'Once a soldier, always a soldier', she thought to herself as she placed a hand on her hip, not nearly as formal as her new boss. It felt odd to call him that, as he'd been a mere Vault Hunter that had wandered into her town a few years ago, looking to help the citizens that she presided over. "A... job, sir?" No matter how many times she said it, the word still felt foreign in her mouth. "I don't recall you mentioning a job."

“All the best local wildlife cooked to perfection!” He hands her a menu which lists meals made from local creatures. Standards like Bullymong and Skag burgers were listed first along with Skag Steak and Rack of Rakk. More adventurous foods like Shock Skag Sashimi, Skewered Spiderant and Varkid Soup were listed lower down and all combos came with a side of either grilled firemelon, sauteed stinging cactus or french fried bladeflower root. “If you don’t see anything you like, I also do custom orders and requests.”

#[ That menu is the most adorable thing... xD ]#BoomersBoominBurgers

Mismatched eyes scanned over the menu, narrowing and widening accordingly with each dish listed on the page. As appetizing as a burger sounded, the poor woman didn't want anything more to do with skags. In fact, if she never saw another one in her life, it'd be too soon. However, her good eye lingered on one dish in particular -- one with a disclaimer written beneath it. "... what on earth is this 'Roulette Platter'?"

[[ wh— whatWell… okay. = w= Just because you asked. ]]

#asks #timeisbullets #[ Roland/Helena OTP; I'm not sorry. ]

“Oh, I suppose I can’t complain too badly,” He smiled. “I’m not dead yet and I got this restaurant up and running so I guess I’ve got it pretty good. Pa’s gone, unfortunately…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Anyway, you seem tired. How ‘bout something to eat?”

"Oh..." Her face fell, taking on a more somber expression. "I'm terribly sorry to hear that. He was a fine man, and an excellent gunsmith." Of course, that made her wonder -- just how many people that had previously been under her protection had passed on? On top of that, how many had been due to her own failures? A small, forced smile tugged at her scarred lips as she nodded, getting back to the subject at hand. "That'd be lovely. What do you have, exactly?"

“Heh, I guess so,” he smiled. Indeed he had. He was a rather lanky adolescent but had grown into his body to become an adult built like a bear. He was a gentle giant, however, who would only become violent if the situation demanded it. “God, it’s been so long. How’ve you been holding up?” His warm smile faded the way one does when asking such a question of a fellow survivor.

"As well as can be expected, considering the circumstances," she replied honestly, one gloved hand running over her face. Exhaustion was beginning to take its toll on her, having spent the last few weeks roaming around the planet. "And yourself? You seem to be doing well, as far as I can see."