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Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Nine
Masterlist
Aaaaaaaah, encore!!! We baaaaaaaack!!!!
Gardio: *sighs* This isn't a drink...
Nick: *almost slams open the door and rushes in but remembers how well that played out before, so he takes a moment to recompose himself in front of it*
Teshteal: I'll test it.
Gardio: But she might not have the same temperature preference you do-
Teshteal: Trust me. If it's not boiling hot or freezing cold, it's already probably the best temperature for either of us. *reaches forward and taps the water like a cat* It's good. *grabs some flowery scented soap from the basket and pumps a little in the tub*
Gardio: *sweetly to Rosie as he dumps the cup back into the water* Now all we have to do is wait for Papa Nick so he can dress you down for your bath...
Nick: *slowly opens the door and steps in* Hello? *shuts it behind him carefully* How is she?
Gardio: Scared, possibly reopened some wounds, but very much alive. I can't put her in the bath because of her bandages and I don't think she'd like it very much if I was the one removing them.
Nick: Yeah, you're right... Hand her over. Teshteal? I'm gonna need ya to help keep her calm.
Teshteal: Okay. Just tell me what to do. *eager to help*
Jasmine: (Doesn’t react to her Dad showing up. As demonstrated moments ago- she cannot trust her eyes or her ears. Plus, she’s still in that state of mind where her brain is attempting to shut down to protect her, and at the same time her subconscious wants to stay awake. She just sucks her thumb that’s bloodied, clinging to Gardio, her little heart working overtime to pound wildly)
Ma: (Eyes the doorway as she sits with her arm held out so she can receive the transfusion) “I hope Lucille is alright…”
Donovan: (Glances over) “…Rosie too.” (Looks back at his mother) “She slashed you….”
Ma: (Nods) “That she did… But she wasn’t herself. The poor dear was suffering illusions.”
Nick: Rosie... *reaches out and touches her arm*
Gardio: *loosens his grip and lets Nick take her*
Nick: Come on, doll. Let's get those old bandages off.
Teshteal: *pulls over a stool for him and hovers around him*
Lucille: *fell asleep listening to the radio*
The Radio: Ain't no rest for the Wicked~ Money don't grow on trees! I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed~ ain't nothing in this world for freeee~!
Jasmine: (Whines at the transfer and squirms around, mainly because she just wants to be held by someone her fractured mind dubs as “safe”, and it hasn’t cemented in her mind that Nick is the one taking her. She can smell him, the cigarettes and old car sent, but her nose also sometimes lies to her, like when she was complaining back at the hospital that all she could smell was blood, rotten blood to be exact)
Joyce: (Jogs into the med room with two glasses of water, one for herself and one for Ma)
Ma: “Thank you, sweetheart.” (Slowly slips the glass)
Nick: *rubs her back with his good hand* You're alright. I've got ya. *Sits on the stool and balances her on his knee while he starts carefully removing her bandages, having to push the coat off of her to access them*
Teshteal: *pets her hair* We're in the bathroom. We're just getting ready for a bath, okay? I'm right here. No one's gonna get us.
Gardio: *starts looking through the medical supplies Teshteal brought in, just to make sure they have everything they'll need*
Jasmine: (Snuffles, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands, unhappy that the coat is taken off of her because she’s so cold…. But the new arms she’s in are very warm. She uses her hands as a more honest set of eyes and runs her fingers over Nick’s hands as he tries to get off her bandages, her poor overworked brain struggling to connect the dots. She did manage to do a considerable amount of damage to her torso, all in the name of sparing her family from herself… If those voices had egged her on enough, she could’ve really gone batshit)
Joyce: (Sits down next to Mama Evie, resting her head in her mother’s lap)
Ma: (Strokes her daughter’s blonde strands, humming softly)
Donovan: (Leans up against the wall, sighing heavily, thinking hard about the situation that unfolded)
Nick: *frowns seeing the damage once those bandages are off of her* After the bath we're going to have to do some stitching... Sorry, doll. *He continues to carefully remove the rest*
Teshteal: I can help with that.
Gardio: Are you sure?
Teshteal: *stares at him like he's an idiot. She's his vault sibling, after all*
Gardio: *taken aback by the incredulous look* Okay. Help away. *Not used to Teshteal being so capable still*
Jasmine: (Closes her eyes, her fingertips mapping over the cracks and crevices in Nick’s good hand, then the metal parts in his exposed metal one. She then brings a bloodied hand up to his face, touching his cheek then his neck) “……………” (Squeals cutely when she gets a rush of safety flooding her, one stronger than she had while with Mama Evie and Gardio, and she immediately clings to Nick with her head resting under his chin to confirm with herself that her Guardian Angel is back, the whirling of his inner workings being as soothing to her as a real human heartbeat. Guardian Angel is what she always thinks of Nick when she’s stuck in this state of mind, which is a great help when she can’t recognize anyone at all)
Nick: Don't get too comfortable... We still have to get you in the bath that Gardio and Teshteal prepared for you. *Finishes with the bandages then goes to remove any other garments she has on* Gardio can you fetch the dress her aunt picked out for her? If it's ruined, try to find something close to that size.
Gardio: *nods and runs for the dress that was no doubt dropped on the ground during the incident*
Jasmine: (Whines again and tries to lock her limbs around Nick so he can’t move her to get undressed even though her underwear is soaked in blood. She just wants to stay cuddled up with her Guardian Angel, she’s sleepy again and cold thanks to the blood loss, and Nick makes the perfect place to take a nap because he’s warm, safe, and secure)
Nick: Sorry. I have to... *Manages to get them off one leg at a time after shifting them to sit across his own.* Okay. Let's get you in the bath. *Gets up then sits in the bath with her in his arms since he doubts the girl will let go. This does mean his clothes will get wet but it's worth it if she feels safe and gets clean in the process*
Gardio: *finds it on the ground, thankfully spotless. He sighs with relief since he doesn't exactly remember where Ma's stash of clothes are. He returns to the bathroom with the dress, taking care to avert his eyes for the girl's privacy. Instead, with one hand covering them, he hands Nick a wash of cloth and some soap to bathe his daughter with*
Jasmine: (Initially starts to screech when she is brought into the tub because she can only think about being held under water by towering men who loved to watch her struggle for air. She puts one arm around Nick’s shoulder for balance and tries to use the other one to get out of the tub, her feet being very uncoordinated)
Joyce: (Looks up at her mother) “Are you sure that you’ll be alright, Mama?”
Ma: (Hums softly) “It’s the little one that I’m more worried about….”
Donovan: (Looks over at the door when Rosie starts screaming again, like she’s being bath in a bath of lava or something)
Nick: Hey, it's alright doll. This isn't what you think it is... *Takes her arm and places her hand on his face over the gash that exposes his inner workings*
Teshteal: It's cause she's partially submerged. She thinks you'll hold her under. *Goes and drains some of the water to a slightly lower level*
Nick: I wouldn't do that to ya. *Pulls her back to him, rubbing her back with the rag*
Jasmine: (Is actually trying to pull Nick out of the tub with her, because she just wouldn’t leave him to deal with the monsters. She tenses at the touch, because her head screams that it isn’t time for cuddles, no matter how nice the warm water and be held by someone safe feels)
Demonic Voice: (Snickers from afar) “PATHETIC.”
Jasmine: (Slinks a bit lower into the water, squeezing Nick, still trying to pull him up with her)
Nick: *stays firmly put* I'll be fine. I know you're trying to protect me but they won't hurt me...
Teshteal: I'll drain the water and put a little less in. *Does so, refreshing the tub of some of the blood she was covered with*
Nick: See? No one's pushing you under... *Washing her arms now, having taken the opportunity to rinse the rag when Teshteal refreshed the bath*
Gardio: *wonders if he should leave. Nick appears to be keeping her from bolting but considering what it took to get bandages on her in the first place? He's uncertain if he should go anywhere.*
Jasmine: (Swallows hard when she realizes she can’t get Nick out of the tub, sniffling on some tears. Even if she did get them both out of the tub, the monsters are just waiting right outside, she’ll be leading him straight through danger… So she just has to hunker down here until they are gone)
Demonic Figures: (Are waiting for the girl outside the little huddle of safety her family have made her- almost like they aren’t allowed to penetrate it)
Jasmine: (Presses herself up against Nick, once again running her fingers over his face and neck to reconfirm who he is. She’s smelling less and less blood, and more and more flowers plus the scent of three safe people she has stored deep in her mind)
Nick: *relieved she's starting to calm down as he very carefully washes her legs- with some extra soap and a refreshed rag thanks to Teshteal- in an effort not to stir up bad memories*
Gardio: *watching Nick and Teshteal. It feels like an out of body experience seeing them work so diligently together, especially Linus himself. He's acting so tactful and cautious around them. This isn't the same guy he worked with before the war*
Jasmine: (Shuffles around on her father’s chest to find a comfier position, closing her eyes so she can try and make herself focus completely on the sound of his inner workings. She’s slowly starting to melt against him, her tense muscles relaxing, her pounding heart slowing down)
Donovan: (Softly) “She stopped screaming….”
Ma: “Her father is wonderful with her, I’m sure he managed to calm her back down. He loves her very much.”
Donovan: (Nonchalantly) “Hm….”
Nick: I gotta start washing your sides and front, Rosie. Might have to run the soap over some sore spots. *gives his daughter a little peck on her forehead as the water gets refreshed yet again. It isn't long before that's done as well*
Lucille: *turns over in her bed with a heavy breath in her sleep*
Jasmine: (Her beautiful honey colored orbs pop open, and she stares up at Nick with childlike wonder. She runs her hands over him one more time, then takes in a deep breath, finally deciding it’s safe to trust her eyes after they betrayed her) “Daddy….”
Joyce: (Sadly while glancing over Ma’s dress) “It’s ripped… And bloodied.”
Ma: “Nothing that can’t be fixed, it was an older dress anyways. I’ve learned to not wear my nicest things when wild little ones are around.”
Joyce: “But you always look good no matter what. I can’t tell what qualifies as your nice clothes or not.”
Ma: (Laughs softly) “I suppose I do have high standards for myself, I love dressing as I do.”
Nick: Mhmm. Here and present. *Rinsing her off* Gardio, can you hand me a hair brush?
Gardio: *does so and beams kindly down at the teen* Hey, princess...!
Nick: *stifled thoughtful chuckle as he starts brushing her hair*
Jasmine: (Does a little wave with her manita at Gardio, but she’s much more interested in staring at Nick, her beacon of safety and love. She coos adorably when he starts brushing her curls, melting even further into the warm bath that she’s just now seeing as a good thing)
Donovan: (Straightens up) “How are you feeling now, Mama?”
Ma: (Already thinking about what she has to finish doing around the house) “I think I’ll be completely fine in a moment. I’ll go check on Lucille upstairs, clean up a little bit, and then make dinner.”
Donovan: “Don’t worry about-…”
Ma: “Hush now, sweetheart. I can still move just fine- nothing was damaged too badly.”
Nick: *quietly dreading having to patch her wounds but masks it with another tender kiss on her temple*
Gardio: *hopes his own daughter is okay*
Jasmine: (Giggles when she’s given another kiss, feeling like she’s being spoiled with affection due to the fact she was deprived of it for so long, now anything sweetly tender she receives feels like an impossible gift that she was graced with. She’s forgotten about the monsters lurking around her, and they pout and shriek all alone in their spots in the corner far away from the girl. Just as long as the people she cares about most don’t leave the bubble of safety, she’s happy)
Donovan: “I can take care of dinner.”
Ma: “Now that the shipment is here, I need you to help me get those supplies we promised down to the Harbor, they already paid half the amount of caps we agreed on, and despite the circumstances, we made our own promises we need to do good on.”
Donovan: (Frowns deeply) “But that means I need to leave you both here, alone….”
Ma: “That you do. Don’t fret none, we’ll be alright. It should take you long anyhow.”
Donovan: “After what happened with Rosie? How can we be sure?”
Ma: “She has her father and her family to look after her.”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “I’ll hold it off until nightfall, or even until the morning. It just doesn’t feel right to go off right now.”
Nick: *keeps brushing her hair occasionally rinsing it with a little bit of water from the faucet*
Jasmine: (Doesn’t like the sound of water running all that much, she usually covers her ears, but luckily she’s relaxed in the tub. She does tap her Dad and make the “talk” motion with her hand, because she likes the sound of his voice, it’s comforting)
Ma: (Somber sigh) “Unfortunately, the days will continue pass by whether we are ready for them to or not. Chores still need to be completed, and our duties must be fulfilled.”
Joyce: (Strokes Gertie’s face, nodding along)
Ma: (Pats Joyce’s side) “I’m going to get up now so I can go change, honey.”
Donovan: (Helps unplug the IV line, still not looking very happy about Ma getting up)
Gardio: *frowns as he remembers the shouting match. Not only was Nick's lecturing out of sorts with how fragile Lucille is... But slapping her seemed more than just out of turn. Even before the war, Nick was always a bit more patient than required with victims, suspects, and even traffic law offenders. And supposedly that patience has grown to saintly levels from everything the old ghoul's heard of his synth counterpart. What... Happened up there?*
Nick: You want me to talk again? Okay, but on one condition, Rosie... You let us stitch and patch you up after you get out of the tub.
Lucille: *rolls over and blinks with bleary eyes at the slowly darkening room* Dad's still not back... I can't even have my own father. *Sighs sadly*
Jasmine: (Her eyes grow large when she hears him say that, and she immediately whines and tries to hide away in his shirt, her thumb going back into her mouth)
Ma: (Straightens herself up, fixing her hair to her best ability, then her dress that’s torn)
Donovan: (Softly, worriedly) “Mama… Can you please go check in on Rosie before you go upstairs…?”
Ma: “She has her father and two other members of her family with her-…”
Donovan: “Please Mamita…? Just to double check?”
Ma: (Looks her son over, sighing heavily) “Alright then….” (Grabs some safety pins from one of the drawers to pin her dress close, then she walks out of the med room to check up on Rosie like her son asked)
Donovan: (Watches her leave for a moment, then immediately starts cleaning up)
Joyce: (Sways Gertie back and forth) “It’s okay… sweetie. I’ll take you up to my room soon.”
Nick: Well, then I suppose I just won't talk. *Rinsing her by scrubbing the soap away with the rag*
Teshteal: *starting to kind of miss Joyce*
Gardio: *concerned Nick might no longer be as safe as his youngest believes*
Lucille: I might as well make myself useful... *Swings her legs over and slowly gets up, wincing in pain. She begins to limp over to the ladder*
Jasmine: (Tugs on his shirt with pleading kitten eyes, her voice quivering alongside her lips, heartbreaking and pitiful enough to make a Super Mutant shed a tear) “Daddy!!!!”
Ma: (Lightly taps on the bathroom door, just hard enough to allow those closest to the door to hear, but not Jas in the tub)
Nick: Only if you let us patch you up...
Teshteal: *slithers up to the door at the knock* Who is iiiiiit?
Lucille *starts making her way down the stair case. Pain radiates up her leg, making her stop a couple of times to let it ease up*
Jasmine: (Huffs and sniffles) “No!!! Daddy, no!!!” (Takes the strands of her wet hair and closes it around her face and her entire body so Nick can’t look at her. Her hair is so thick and long that it covers her up completely when she’s scrunched up in a ball)
Ma: (Softly) “It’s Rosie’s Tía Evita. I would like to know how’s she’s doing.”
Teshteal: Nick's trying to make a deal with her about letting us tend to her wounds in exchange for talking but she doesn't want to.
Nick: *shakes his head silently and puts an index finger to his mouth. He just takes it as an opportunity to brush her beautiful hair more*
Gardio: *to Teshteal* Who is it?
Teshteal: Mama Evie. She was asking about Rosie's condition.
Lucille: *stumbling her way through the house, trying not to catch anyone's attention. She's just got to make it to her big, beautiful, quantum blue power armor and she's free to gather as many supplies as they could possibly need.*
Jasmine: (Huffs some more and does her best to keep her hair over her face, tears dribbling from her eyes, blending in with the water already on her. She bites down on her thumb, her other hand gripping Nick’s wet shirt)
Ma: “She’s not too badly injured, is she?”
Joyce: (Comes running by Lucille with Gertie in her arms, not stopping to ask the older girl anything cause she’s too focused on getting Gertie to her brother’s room)
Donovan: (Still cleaning the med room, moving slowly as to give him more time to calm down)
Nick: *gently brushes the hair cascading down her back* We're going to have to repair and dress your wounds anyway, doll. It can't be helped.
Gardio: She pulled some stitches, it sounds like.
Teshteal: She hasn't been coughing up blood, though! That's good!
Lucille: *almost to the door, trying not to seethe in pain. Her power armor is just outside. Just a bit more... The fact no one has even noticed her escape this far only proves her fears right- everyone will leave her. She's just the person who builds up settlements and wipes out raider factions. Just the person who blew up the Institute... She wonders how long it will take for them to realize she's gone as she quietly turns the nob and slips outside- taking great care not to let the door make any noise*
Jasmine: (Pouts her lips) “No!!!” (Coughs on some blood still trapped in her throat from her bloodied nose as if on cue, refusing to lift her head)
Ma: (Turns her head when she hears the front door opening) “Hm?”
Dogmeat: (Decided to be a snitch and starts barking at Lucille’s feet)
Ma: (Heavy sigh, knowing that they can’t really force Lucille to stay in place… She’s an adult after all, she’s not a child like Rosie who’s under her father’s authority and care) “I believe it’s critical that we sort some things out before things can continue…”
Lucille: *hears Dogmeat barking* Shit... *she hastily limps over to her power armor and climbs inside*
Teshteal: Nevermind....
Nick: *frowns with concern* She might need surgery...
Gardio: What is the dog barking at?
Lucille: *relieved sigh when the suit closes on her. The confined space and the support makes her feel so much more... secure. She turns around and starts to walk out into the fog*
Jasmine: (Nestles up against Nick with her hair surrounding her again, sighing deeply and hoarsely, closing her dewy eyes)
Ma: (Leans against the door) “Detective Chapel, I believe your daughter has decided to leave the home… But I strongly agree with the fact that trying to get her to return wouldn’t work out all that well unless you’re keen on dragging her back by the heels, hence why I made that previous statement.”
Donovan: (Went out onto the porch after Lucille, watching her leave, not saying anything because it’s not his place)
Dogmeat: (Whines and follows Lucille, trying to jump in front of her while yapping, like he’s scolding the young woman)
Gardio: *stands abruptly from his perch on the stool* What?! She left again?!
Nick: *warningly, rubbing Jasmine's shoulder to soothe her* Detective Chapel...!
Gardio: If I startled her, I'm sorry, but Lu-
Teshteal: *grabs his coat and shakes his head with a frown, jabbing his thumb at Jasmine. If he so much as mentions her or what she's doing, it could set Rosie off and that's the last thing they need*
Gardio: *soft frustrated growl, then sits back down*
Lucille: Sorry boy. I need to get materials. I can't lay around and be useless... I have to. I don't have the leniency of being a poor-kicked puppy. *keeps marching past him*
Jasmine: (Whimpers with fear and tries to slink down into the warm water, wanting to submerge herself under it to hide from the booming voice overhead since water in her ears will muffle the noise, never mind her fears of being held underwater)
Ma: (Unfazed by the sudden shouting) “Do you need me to do anything?”
Donovan: (Sighs and pats Pirate’s head by his side)
Dogmeat: (Keeps following Lucille like the faithful puppy boi he is)
Gardio: *wants so badly to go after Lucille, but if he does, Ma will be left with Rosie. The girl scratched her badly already... he doesn't want to put her in that position again* ...Help us take care of Rosie?
Teshteal: I'm also here- you can go and we can take care of her-
Gardio: I'd rather not. At the moment the most dire person to tend to is Rosie... *still worrying about Lucille but he has to remind himself that his daughter is an adult* She needs multiple people to look after her.
Lucille: *looking for a settlement. Or a raider den. Either will do. The more materials the better. She chuckles wryly. The only person that bothered to try to stop her was Dogmeat. The dog.*
Jasmine: (Attempts to go under the water in the space besides her Dad, and she can hold her breath for several minutes if she takes in a deep breath of air)
Ma: (A little bit louder, seeking Nick’s approval to help with the girl) “Detective Valentine?”
Donovan: (Reentered the home, approaching Mamá Evie with a frown) “She was your niece first… You helped raised her from day one- you shouldn’t have to ask for permission to take care of her.”
Nick: I don't see any issue with you assisting with Rosie. You were her family before I was, after all. *starts draining the water to refresh it so he can rinse off her face, thwarting her attempt at becoming a mermaid in the process* Sorry, doll. After I refill it, okay?
Teshteal: *unlocks the door with a forgiving and cheery grin* Sorry for the precaution!
Gardio: *has a distraught look on his face despite deciding to prioritize the poor girl in the bathtub*
Lucille: *as she walks, she feels she's being watched. She glances at the forest in confusion* Hmm... Must be the fog.
Jasmine: (Whines dramatically when she’s kept from going under the water, looking like a wet long haired puppy with her soaked curls drooped over her face, almost rolled completely off Nick’s lap at this point)
Ma: (Enters the bathroom, a gentle expression on her face when she sees that Nick got into the tub to comfort his daughter, but then she sees Gardio, and she can’t help but to be concerned and kneel down next to him) “Are you alright…?”
Gardio: I'm concerned about my daughter... *sighs* But I have to remember she is an adult...
Lucille: *shrugs it off and keeps moving. She thinks there might be a raider den nearby*
???: *a massive thing moving in the distance. It's careful not to make a sound as it follows the woman*
Nick: *pulls her back into his lap and gives her a small kiss on the temple to ease her thoughts. The water is almost filled back up in the tub, so he takes to wiping the blood from her mouth and chest*
Ma: (Rests a comforting hand on Gardio’s shoulder) “An adult she is, and she’s making her own choices… But as parents, they still feel like our little babies no matter how old they get. I’m sorry, the worry always eats us away…”
Jasmine: (Doesn’t notice her aunt is in the room, now her attention is back on Dad, she was only upset because she wanted to hear him speak but he had refused. She coos at the kiss that erases her grumpiness away, resting her head back on his chest, her little arms wrapped around him)
Dogmeat: (Warning bark at the fog around them, his tail wagging)
Gardio: *nods sadly* I know... *reaches up and rests his hand over the one perched on his shoulder more as a sign of acceptance of her kind gesture than anything else* I still can't help but fret.
Nick: *The only reason he refused was because she didn't agree to the deal to let them treat her wounds. If she had said yes, he would have happily obliged*
Lucille: *turns, the lamps in her helmet lighting up the foggy distance. She raises the gun she lifted off of Kellogg* Who's there?
???: *doesn't move. Well hidden in the trees and brush of the woods. looks kind of like a boulder at night*
Ma: (Gently squeezes him) “The best thing you can do for her, is let her know that you’ll always be a safe space to fall back on when she needs it the most… That she can always come to you for help, she’ll never be too old for that. To calm your nerves in the meantime, you can try your best to prep yourself to help her when she does.”
Jasmine: (Sticks her thumb back into her mouth and stares up at Nick with interest, blinking slowly)
Dogmeat: (Alert bark, his tail sticking straight up in the air, slightly getting into pouncing position)
Gardio: *wants to fuss at his kid for sneaking out like she's a child... but that would only bring her lower... Maybe a big hug when she returns? Why did she leave? Did he underestimate how isolated she felt? How little she believed she was of use?* I will try to. Thank you.
Nick: Do you feel cleaner? More refreshed, doll?
Lucille: *steps closer to where Dogmeat is barking* Could be a Fog Crawler..... or a mirelurk.... God I hope it's not a fog crawler... That's the last thing I need, right now.
Jasmine: (Smiles beautifully up at her Dad, affectionately rubbing her cheek against him)
Ma: “That’s the absolute most we can do for our kids, try our best. It hurts when it doesn’t feel like it’s enough, but we aren’t alone in that feeling.” (Turns now to Nick) “Did you manage to clean her all up? You don’t need anymore help?”
Dogmeat: (Softly growls again, ready to attack at Lucille’s command if she calls for it that is, but it seems like the threat has moved on)
Nick: *seeing her smile so happily almost breaks his heart knowing they still have to tend to her more serious wounds, calmly despite it* We might need some assistance with her injuries and getting her dressed.
Gardio: *He can't help but still be troubled by the disparity between Nick's behavior around Rosie and Lucille. He looks at his old police partner- he's been nothing but capable since he came to. Maybe it would be alright if he did leave with Nick for just a moment... He too feigns a calm, if not very subtle stern tone addressing the synth detective* Actually, Nick. Why don't we let Mama Evita and Officer Rammstein tend to her wounds while we step out for a moment to get fresh clothes. Perhaps Donny can help-?
Teshteal: *irises turned to fear filled saucers* Does he have to...?
Gardio: Teshteal, we need the extra hands. There's not much of a choice.
Teshteal: O-okay... *To Ma, timidly, like an unsure child asking for assistance* Tía Evita? Can you make sure he doesn't talk about me and Joyce? I don't want to freeze up again...
Lucille: *starts straying from the path, looking around for whatever set Dogmeat on edge*
???: *quietly starts to move when the woman's back is turned from them. They keep an eye on how deep into the woods she travels in search of this unknown threat*
Jasmine: (Just cutely blinks at Nick with her innocent childlike eyes, unaware of what they are discussing, she’s gone back to playing with her Dad’s fingers curiously)
Ma: (Hums in agreement at Teshteal) “I very much can do that about my son… But for Rosie, I would like everyone to recall how upset she was when we first brought her here to treat her injuries.” (Referring to when Rosie pulled a hidden knife on Mama Evie back then, and now the girl has scratched her. It’s clear she needs two adult figures in the room with her whenever it comes to treating her wounds) “I do believe that it’ll take more helping hands to keep her calm.”
Radstag: (Comes bolting out of the trees, flying past the two)
Dogmeat: (Excited bark at the other creature)
Gardio: Then instead why don't you dry her off while we find a change of clothes? Then we tend to the more sensitive tasks. That way we have plenty of helping hands.
Nick: How's that sound, doll? Ready for your Tía Evita to dry you off?
Lucille: *jumps back, the knife in her arm extending despite not having a slot for it in her power armor, causing it to get stuck in the lining briefly* Damn it. *she pauses to try and work it loose*
???: *stops to watch her, unsure of why she's making those movements with her right arm*
Ma: (Nods her head) “That sounds like a plan…”
Jasmine: (Looks at Nick with confusion when he says that, then finally turns her head to look at the other occupants in the bathroom, her eyes landing on her aunt)
Ma: (Gently, her expression warm) “Hello, Princess….” (Trying to not show her fear over being rejected by the girl)
Jasmine: (Blinks, turning back to look at her Dad, then back at Mama Evie… Then she breaks out into a fit of happy giggles, the magic warm bath that she initially hated doing wonders for calming her tortured soul) “¡Tíaaaaa!”
Ma: (Covers her mouth with her hand when Rosie finally verbally acknowledges her as her aunt, her eyes getting misty)
Dogmeat: (Does happy little puppy twists as the Ragstag flees, doing quiet little woofs)
Gardio: *can't help but smile warmly at how happy that's made Ma*
Nick: I'll take that as a yes. *starts draining the water and stands, cradling her against his torso, keeping her warm*
Teshteal: *grabs a warm fluffy towel from the basket then hands it to Ma*
Lucille: *not sure why he's so happy. Maybe he's just excited to be out of the house. She finally unsticks the knife and retracts it before looking around.* Oh lovely. I don't remember what direction the path is. *sighs and starts going in the direction she thinks it could be*
Ma: (Quickly opens the cabinet under the sink to take out an apron used for bathing children with so the caretaker doesn’t get wet, tying it around her since she never changed her dress, then she takes the towel from Teshteal, ready to take the child when Nick hands her off) “If you go towards the back of the house, towards the Lighthouse, you’ll reach the laundry room, and right above it is my stash of clothes. Both of you should find what you need up there, take whatever you like.”
Jasmine: (Pouts when she’s taken out of the warm bath, clinging tightly to Dad, complaining up to him with incoherent babbles)
Dogmeat: (Follows her with his tail wagging again)
Gardio: Understood. *nods*
Nick: *encouragingly as he rests what he can of her in Ma's arms without letting go* You'll be warm soon. Mama Evita will make sure of it.
Lucille: *stops for a moment, realizing there really aren't any settlements nearby- just two of the main factions on the island* Well- looks like trapper dens for me... *glances up at the foggy sky and around at the trees* If I ever find my way out of the woods.
???: The woods may not let you leave alive, little human-
Lucille: *shouts and turns around at the deep yet tinny and crackly voice behind her. She freezes as she beholds a strange looking death claw with antlers instead of horns. Its torso appears ripped open with a web of straw and sticks spilling over it. She backs away. Slowly* The island doesn't have death claws... I've explored this entire place. I should know.
???: Look closer and you will find I am not such a creature.... *despite their suggestion, they make no moves aside from a lower tilt of the head*
Ma: (Warmly to the fussy child, taking her chance to calm her down using the same words she’s heard growing up) “Ven aquí, mi perlita de oro… It’s okay.”
Translation: “Come here, my little golden pearl.”
Jasmine: (Chokes on a sob when she hears that name, resting her head on Mama Evie’s shoulder, tears dribbling down her cheeks)
Ma: (Wraps the girl in the towel with her arms around her back to support her, nodding kindly at Nick)
Dogmeat: (Aggressive, protective bark when Lucille screams, getting right back in front of her like the sweet loyal boi he is)
Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Nine
Masterlist
Aaaaaaaah, encore!!! We baaaaaaaack!!!!
Gardio: *sighs* This isn't a drink...
Nick: *almost slams open the door and rushes in but remembers how well that played out before, so he takes a moment to recompose himself in front of it*
Teshteal: I'll test it.
Gardio: But she might not have the same temperature preference you do-
Teshteal: Trust me. If it's not boiling hot or freezing cold, it's already probably the best temperature for either of us. *reaches forward and taps the water like a cat* It's good. *grabs some flowery scented soap from the basket and pumps a little in the tub*
Gardio: *sweetly to Rosie as he dumps the cup back into the water* Now all we have to do is wait for Papa Nick so he can dress you down for your bath...
Nick: *slowly opens the door and steps in* Hello? *shuts it behind him carefully* How is she?
Gardio: Scared, possibly reopened some wounds, but very much alive. I can't put her in the bath because of her bandages and I don't think she'd like it very much if I was the one removing them.
Nick: Yeah, you're right... Hand her over. Teshteal? I'm gonna need ya to help keep her calm.
Teshteal: Okay. Just tell me what to do. *eager to help*
Jasmine: (Doesn’t react to her Dad showing up. As demonstrated moments ago- she cannot trust her eyes or her ears. Plus, she’s still in that state of mind where her brain is attempting to shut down to protect her, and at the same time her subconscious wants to stay awake. She just sucks her thumb that’s bloodied, clinging to Gardio, her little heart working overtime to pound wildly)
Ma: (Eyes the doorway as she sits with her arm held out so she can receive the transfusion) “I hope Lucille is alright…”
Donovan: (Glances over) “…Rosie too.” (Looks back at his mother) “She slashed you….”
Ma: (Nods) “That she did… But she wasn’t herself. The poor dear was suffering illusions.”
Nick: Rosie... *reaches out and touches her arm*
Gardio: *loosens his grip and lets Nick take her*
Nick: Come on, doll. Let's get those old bandages off.
Teshteal: *pulls over a stool for him and hovers around him*
Lucille: *fell asleep listening to the radio*
The Radio: Ain't no rest for the Wicked~ Money don't grow on trees! I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed~ ain't nothing in this world for freeee~!
Jasmine: (Whines at the transfer and squirms around, mainly because she just wants to be held by someone her fractured mind dubs as “safe”, and it hasn’t cemented in her mind that Nick is the one taking her. She can smell him, the cigarettes and old car sent, but her nose also sometimes lies to her, like when she was complaining back at the hospital that all she could smell was blood, rotten blood to be exact)
Joyce: (Jogs into the med room with two glasses of water, one for herself and one for Ma)
Ma: “Thank you, sweetheart.” (Slowly slips the glass)
Nick: *rubs her back with his good hand* You're alright. I've got ya. *Sits on the stool and balances her on his knee while he starts carefully removing her bandages, having to push the coat off of her to access them*
Teshteal: *pets her hair* We're in the bathroom. We're just getting ready for a bath, okay? I'm right here. No one's gonna get us.
Gardio: *starts looking through the medical supplies Teshteal brought in, just to make sure they have everything they'll need*
Jasmine: (Snuffles, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands, unhappy that the coat is taken off of her because she’s so cold…. But the new arms she’s in are very warm. She uses her hands as a more honest set of eyes and runs her fingers over Nick’s hands as he tries to get off her bandages, her poor overworked brain struggling to connect the dots. She did manage to do a considerable amount of damage to her torso, all in the name of sparing her family from herself… If those voices had egged her on enough, she could’ve really gone batshit)
Joyce: (Sits down next to Mama Evie, resting her head in her mother’s lap)
Ma: (Strokes her daughter’s blonde strands, humming softly)
Donovan: (Leans up against the wall, sighing heavily, thinking hard about the situation that unfolded)
Nick: *frowns seeing the damage once those bandages are off of her* After the bath we're going to have to do some stitching... Sorry, doll. *He continues to carefully remove the rest*
Teshteal: I can help with that.
Gardio: Are you sure?
Teshteal: *stares at him like he's an idiot. She's his vault sibling, after all*
Gardio: *taken aback by the incredulous look* Okay. Help away. *Not used to Teshteal being so capable still*
Jasmine: (Closes her eyes, her fingertips mapping over the cracks and crevices in Nick’s good hand, then the metal parts in his exposed metal one. She then brings a bloodied hand up to his face, touching his cheek then his neck) “……………” (Squeals cutely when she gets a rush of safety flooding her, one stronger than she had while with Mama Evie and Gardio, and she immediately clings to Nick with her head resting under his chin to confirm with herself that her Guardian Angel is back, the whirling of his inner workings being as soothing to her as a real human heartbeat. Guardian Angel is what she always thinks of Nick when she’s stuck in this state of mind, which is a great help when she can’t recognize anyone at all)
Nick: Don't get too comfortable... We still have to get you in the bath that Gardio and Teshteal prepared for you. *Finishes with the bandages then goes to remove any other garments she has on* Gardio can you fetch the dress her aunt picked out for her? If it's ruined, try to find something close to that size.
Gardio: *nods and runs for the dress that was no doubt dropped on the ground during the incident*
Jasmine: (Whines again and tries to lock her limbs around Nick so he can’t move her to get undressed even though her underwear is soaked in blood. She just wants to stay cuddled up with her Guardian Angel, she’s sleepy again and cold thanks to the blood loss, and Nick makes the perfect place to take a nap because he’s warm, safe, and secure)
Nick: Sorry. I have to... *Manages to get them off one leg at a time after shifting them to sit across his own.* Okay. Let's get you in the bath. *Gets up then sits in the bath with her in his arms since he doubts the girl will let go. This does mean his clothes will get wet but it's worth it if she feels safe and gets clean in the process*
Gardio: *finds it on the ground, thankfully spotless. He sighs with relief since he doesn't exactly remember where Ma's stash of clothes are. He returns to the bathroom with the dress, taking care to avert his eyes for the girl's privacy. Instead, with one hand covering them, he hands Nick a wash of cloth and some soap to bathe his daughter with*
Jasmine: (Initially starts to screech when she is brought into the tub because she can only think about being held under water by towering men who loved to watch her struggle for air. She puts one arm around Nick’s shoulder for balance and tries to use the other one to get out of the tub, her feet being very uncoordinated)
Joyce: (Looks up at her mother) “Are you sure that you’ll be alright, Mama?”
Ma: (Hums softly) “It’s the little one that I’m more worried about….”
Donovan: (Looks over at the door when Rosie starts screaming again, like she’s being bath in a bath of lava or something)
Nick: Hey, it's alright doll. This isn't what you think it is... *Takes her arm and places her hand on his face over the gash that exposes his inner workings*
Teshteal: It's cause she's partially submerged. She thinks you'll hold her under. *Goes and drains some of the water to a slightly lower level*
Nick: I wouldn't do that to ya. *Pulls her back to him, rubbing her back with the rag*
Jasmine: (Is actually trying to pull Nick out of the tub with her, because she just wouldn’t leave him to deal with the monsters. She tenses at the touch, because her head screams that it isn’t time for cuddles, no matter how nice the warm water and be held by someone safe feels)
Demonic Voice: (Snickers from afar) “PATHETIC.”
Jasmine: (Slinks a bit lower into the water, squeezing Nick, still trying to pull him up with her)
Nick: *stays firmly put* I'll be fine. I know you're trying to protect me but they won't hurt me...
Teshteal: I'll drain the water and put a little less in. *Does so, refreshing the tub of some of the blood she was covered with*
Nick: See? No one's pushing you under... *Washing her arms now, having taken the opportunity to rinse the rag when Teshteal refreshed the bath*
Gardio: *wonders if he should leave. Nick appears to be keeping her from bolting but considering what it took to get bandages on her in the first place? He's uncertain if he should go anywhere.*
Jasmine: (Swallows hard when she realizes she can’t get Nick out of the tub, sniffling on some tears. Even if she did get them both out of the tub, the monsters are just waiting right outside, she’ll be leading him straight through danger… So she just has to hunker down here until they are gone)
Demonic Figures: (Are waiting for the girl outside the little huddle of safety her family have made her- almost like they aren’t allowed to penetrate it)
Jasmine: (Presses herself up against Nick, once again running her fingers over his face and neck to reconfirm who he is. She’s smelling less and less blood, and more and more flowers plus the scent of three safe people she has stored deep in her mind)
Nick: *relieved she's starting to calm down as he very carefully washes her legs- with some extra soap and a refreshed rag thanks to Teshteal- in an effort not to stir up bad memories*
Gardio: *watching Nick and Teshteal. It feels like an out of body experience seeing them work so diligently together, especially Linus himself. He's acting so tactful and cautious around them. This isn't the same guy he worked with before the war*
Jasmine: (Shuffles around on her father’s chest to find a comfier position, closing her eyes so she can try and make herself focus completely on the sound of his inner workings. She’s slowly starting to melt against him, her tense muscles relaxing, her pounding heart slowing down)
Donovan: (Softly) “She stopped screaming….”
Ma: “Her father is wonderful with her, I’m sure he managed to calm her back down. He loves her very much.”
Donovan: (Nonchalantly) “Hm….”
Nick: I gotta start washing your sides and front, Rosie. Might have to run the soap over some sore spots. *gives his daughter a little peck on her forehead as the water gets refreshed yet again. It isn't long before that's done as well*
Lucille: *turns over in her bed with a heavy breath in her sleep*
Jasmine: (Her beautiful honey colored orbs pop open, and she stares up at Nick with childlike wonder. She runs her hands over him one more time, then takes in a deep breath, finally deciding it’s safe to trust her eyes after they betrayed her) “Daddy….”
Joyce: (Sadly while glancing over Ma’s dress) “It’s ripped… And bloodied.”
Ma: “Nothing that can’t be fixed, it was an older dress anyways. I’ve learned to not wear my nicest things when wild little ones are around.”
Joyce: “But you always look good no matter what. I can’t tell what qualifies as your nice clothes or not.”
Ma: (Laughs softly) “I suppose I do have high standards for myself, I love dressing as I do.”
Nick: Mhmm. Here and present. *Rinsing her off* Gardio, can you hand me a hair brush?
Gardio: *does so and beams kindly down at the teen* Hey, princess...!
Nick: *stifled thoughtful chuckle as he starts brushing her hair*
Jasmine: (Does a little wave with her manita at Gardio, but she’s much more interested in staring at Nick, her beacon of safety and love. She coos adorably when he starts brushing her curls, melting even further into the warm bath that she’s just now seeing as a good thing)
Donovan: (Straightens up) “How are you feeling now, Mama?”
Ma: (Already thinking about what she has to finish doing around the house) “I think I’ll be completely fine in a moment. I’ll go check on Lucille upstairs, clean up a little bit, and then make dinner.”
Donovan: “Don’t worry about-…”
Ma: “Hush now, sweetheart. I can still move just fine- nothing was damaged too badly.”
Nick: *quietly dreading having to patch her wounds but masks it with another tender kiss on her temple*
Gardio: *hopes his own daughter is okay*
Jasmine: (Giggles when she’s given another kiss, feeling like she’s being spoiled with affection due to the fact she was deprived of it for so long, now anything sweetly tender she receives feels like an impossible gift that she was graced with. She’s forgotten about the monsters lurking around her, and they pout and shriek all alone in their spots in the corner far away from the girl. Just as long as the people she cares about most don’t leave the bubble of safety, she’s happy)
Donovan: “I can take care of dinner.”
Ma: “Now that the shipment is here, I need you to help me get those supplies we promised down to the Harbor, they already paid half the amount of caps we agreed on, and despite the circumstances, we made our own promises we need to do good on.”
Donovan: (Frowns deeply) “But that means I need to leave you both here, alone….”
Ma: “That you do. Don’t fret none, we’ll be alright. It should take you long anyhow.”
Donovan: “After what happened with Rosie? How can we be sure?”
Ma: “She has her father and her family to look after her.”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “I’ll hold it off until nightfall, or even until the morning. It just doesn’t feel right to go off right now.”
Nick: *keeps brushing her hair occasionally rinsing it with a little bit of water from the faucet*
Jasmine: (Doesn’t like the sound of water running all that much, she usually covers her ears, but luckily she’s relaxed in the tub. She does tap her Dad and make the “talk” motion with her hand, because she likes the sound of his voice, it’s comforting)
Ma: (Somber sigh) “Unfortunately, the days will continue pass by whether we are ready for them to or not. Chores still need to be completed, and our duties must be fulfilled.”
Joyce: (Strokes Gertie’s face, nodding along)
Ma: (Pats Joyce’s side) “I’m going to get up now so I can go change, honey.”
Donovan: (Helps unplug the IV line, still not looking very happy about Ma getting up)
Gardio: *frowns as he remembers the shouting match. Not only was Nick's lecturing out of sorts with how fragile Lucille is... But slapping her seemed more than just out of turn. Even before the war, Nick was always a bit more patient than required with victims, suspects, and even traffic law offenders. And supposedly that patience has grown to saintly levels from everything the old ghoul's heard of his synth counterpart. What... Happened up there?*
Nick: You want me to talk again? Okay, but on one condition, Rosie... You let us stitch and patch you up after you get out of the tub.
Lucille: *rolls over and blinks with bleary eyes at the slowly darkening room* Dad's still not back... I can't even have my own father. *Sighs sadly*
Jasmine: (Her eyes grow large when she hears him say that, and she immediately whines and tries to hide away in his shirt, her thumb going back into her mouth)
Ma: (Straightens herself up, fixing her hair to her best ability, then her dress that’s torn)
Donovan: (Softly, worriedly) “Mama… Can you please go check in on Rosie before you go upstairs…?”
Ma: “She has her father and two other members of her family with her-…”
Donovan: “Please Mamita…? Just to double check?”
Ma: (Looks her son over, sighing heavily) “Alright then….” (Grabs some safety pins from one of the drawers to pin her dress close, then she walks out of the med room to check up on Rosie like her son asked)
Donovan: (Watches her leave for a moment, then immediately starts cleaning up)
Joyce: (Sways Gertie back and forth) “It’s okay… sweetie. I’ll take you up to my room soon.”
Nick: Well, then I suppose I just won't talk. *Rinsing her by scrubbing the soap away with the rag*
Teshteal: *starting to kind of miss Joyce*
Gardio: *concerned Nick might no longer be as safe as his youngest believes*
Lucille: I might as well make myself useful... *Swings her legs over and slowly gets up, wincing in pain. She begins to limp over to the ladder*
Jasmine: (Tugs on his shirt with pleading kitten eyes, her voice quivering alongside her lips, heartbreaking and pitiful enough to make a Super Mutant shed a tear) “Daddy!!!!”
Ma: (Lightly taps on the bathroom door, just hard enough to allow those closest to the door to hear, but not Jas in the tub)
Nick: Only if you let us patch you up...
Teshteal: *slithers up to the door at the knock* Who is iiiiiit?
Lucille *starts making her way down the stair case. Pain radiates up her leg, making her stop a couple of times to let it ease up*
Jasmine: (Huffs and sniffles) “No!!! Daddy, no!!!” (Takes the strands of her wet hair and closes it around her face and her entire body so Nick can’t look at her. Her hair is so thick and long that it covers her up completely when she’s scrunched up in a ball)
Ma: (Softly) “It’s Rosie’s Tía Evita. I would like to know how’s she’s doing.”
Teshteal: Nick's trying to make a deal with her about letting us tend to her wounds in exchange for talking but she doesn't want to.
Nick: *shakes his head silently and puts an index finger to his mouth. He just takes it as an opportunity to brush her beautiful hair more*
Gardio: *to Teshteal* Who is it?
Teshteal: Mama Evie. She was asking about Rosie's condition.
Lucille: *stumbling her way through the house, trying not to catch anyone's attention. She's just got to make it to her big, beautiful, quantum blue power armor and she's free to gather as many supplies as they could possibly need.*
Jasmine: (Huffs some more and does her best to keep her hair over her face, tears dribbling from her eyes, blending in with the water already on her. She bites down on her thumb, her other hand gripping Nick’s wet shirt)
Ma: “She’s not too badly injured, is she?”
Joyce: (Comes running by Lucille with Gertie in her arms, not stopping to ask the older girl anything cause she’s too focused on getting Gertie to her brother’s room)
Donovan: (Still cleaning the med room, moving slowly as to give him more time to calm down)
Nick: *gently brushes the hair cascading down her back* We're going to have to repair and dress your wounds anyway, doll. It can't be helped.
Gardio: She pulled some stitches, it sounds like.
Teshteal: She hasn't been coughing up blood, though! That's good!
Lucille: *almost to the door, trying not to seethe in pain. Her power armor is just outside. Just a bit more... The fact no one has even noticed her escape this far only proves her fears right- everyone will leave her. She's just the person who builds up settlements and wipes out raider factions. Just the person who blew up the Institute... She wonders how long it will take for them to realize she's gone as she quietly turns the nob and slips outside- taking great care not to let the door make any noise*
Jasmine: (Pouts her lips) “No!!!” (Coughs on some blood still trapped in her throat from her bloodied nose as if on cue, refusing to lift her head)
Ma: (Turns her head when she hears the front door opening) “Hm?”
Dogmeat: (Decided to be a snitch and starts barking at Lucille’s feet)
Ma: (Heavy sigh, knowing that they can’t really force Lucille to stay in place… She’s an adult after all, she’s not a child like Rosie who’s under her father’s authority and care) “I believe it’s critical that we sort some things out before things can continue…”
Lucille: *hears Dogmeat barking* Shit... *she hastily limps over to her power armor and climbs inside*
Teshteal: Nevermind....
Nick: *frowns with concern* She might need surgery...
Gardio: What is the dog barking at?
Lucille: *relieved sigh when the suit closes on her. The confined space and the support makes her feel so much more... secure. She turns around and starts to walk out into the fog*
Jasmine: (Nestles up against Nick with her hair surrounding her again, sighing deeply and hoarsely, closing her dewy eyes)
Ma: (Leans against the door) “Detective Chapel, I believe your daughter has decided to leave the home… But I strongly agree with the fact that trying to get her to return wouldn’t work out all that well unless you’re keen on dragging her back by the heels, hence why I made that previous statement.”
Donovan: (Went out onto the porch after Lucille, watching her leave, not saying anything because it’s not his place)
Dogmeat: (Whines and follows Lucille, trying to jump in front of her while yapping, like he’s scolding the young woman)
Gardio: *stands abruptly from his perch on the stool* What?! She left again?!
Nick: *warningly, rubbing Jasmine's shoulder to soothe her* Detective Chapel...!
Gardio: If I startled her, I'm sorry, but Lu-
Teshteal: *grabs his coat and shakes his head with a frown, jabbing his thumb at Jasmine. If he so much as mentions her or what she's doing, it could set Rosie off and that's the last thing they need*
Gardio: *soft frustrated growl, then sits back down*
Lucille: Sorry boy. I need to get materials. I can't lay around and be useless... I have to. I don't have the leniency of being a poor-kicked puppy. *keeps marching past him*
Jasmine: (Whimpers with fear and tries to slink down into the warm water, wanting to submerge herself under it to hide from the booming voice overhead since water in her ears will muffle the noise, never mind her fears of being held underwater)
Ma: (Unfazed by the sudden shouting) “Do you need me to do anything?”
Donovan: (Sighs and pats Pirate’s head by his side)
Dogmeat: (Keeps following Lucille like the faithful puppy boi he is)
Gardio: *wants so badly to go after Lucille, but if he does, Ma will be left with Rosie. The girl scratched her badly already... he doesn't want to put her in that position again* ...Help us take care of Rosie?
Teshteal: I'm also here- you can go and we can take care of her-
Gardio: I'd rather not. At the moment the most dire person to tend to is Rosie... *still worrying about Lucille but he has to remind himself that his daughter is an adult* She needs multiple people to look after her.
Lucille: *looking for a settlement. Or a raider den. Either will do. The more materials the better. She chuckles wryly. The only person that bothered to try to stop her was Dogmeat. The dog.*
Jasmine: (Attempts to go under the water in the space besides her Dad, and she can hold her breath for several minutes if she takes in a deep breath of air)
Ma: (A little bit louder, seeking Nick’s approval to help with the girl) “Detective Valentine?”
Donovan: (Reentered the home, approaching Mamá Evie with a frown) “She was your niece first… You helped raised her from day one- you shouldn’t have to ask for permission to take care of her.”
Nick: I don't see any issue with you assisting with Rosie. You were her family before I was, after all. *starts draining the water to refresh it so he can rinse off her face, thwarting her attempt at becoming a mermaid in the process* Sorry, doll. After I refill it, okay?
Teshteal: *unlocks the door with a forgiving and cheery grin* Sorry for the precaution!
Gardio: *has a distraught look on his face despite deciding to prioritize the poor girl in the bathtub*
Lucille: *as she walks, she feels she's being watched. She glances at the forest in confusion* Hmm... Must be the fog.
Jasmine: (Whines dramatically when she’s kept from going under the water, looking like a wet long haired puppy with her soaked curls drooped over her face, almost rolled completely off Nick’s lap at this point)
Ma: (Enters the bathroom, a gentle expression on her face when she sees that Nick got into the tub to comfort his daughter, but then she sees Gardio, and she can’t help but to be concerned and kneel down next to him) “Are you alright…?”
Gardio: I'm concerned about my daughter... *sighs* But I have to remember she is an adult...
Lucille: *shrugs it off and keeps moving. She thinks there might be a raider den nearby*
???: *a massive thing moving in the distance. It's careful not to make a sound as it follows the woman*
Nick: *pulls her back into his lap and gives her a small kiss on the temple to ease her thoughts. The water is almost filled back up in the tub, so he takes to wiping the blood from her mouth and chest*
Ma: (Rests a comforting hand on Gardio’s shoulder) “An adult she is, and she’s making her own choices… But as parents, they still feel like our little babies no matter how old they get. I’m sorry, the worry always eats us away…”
Jasmine: (Doesn’t notice her aunt is in the room, now her attention is back on Dad, she was only upset because she wanted to hear him speak but he had refused. She coos at the kiss that erases her grumpiness away, resting her head back on his chest, her little arms wrapped around him)
Dogmeat: (Warning bark at the fog around them, his tail wagging)
Gardio: *nods sadly* I know... *reaches up and rests his hand over the one perched on his shoulder more as a sign of acceptance of her kind gesture than anything else* I still can't help but fret.
Nick: *The only reason he refused was because she didn't agree to the deal to let them treat her wounds. If she had said yes, he would have happily obliged*
Lucille: *turns, the lamps in her helmet lighting up the foggy distance. She raises the gun she lifted off of Kellogg* Who's there?
???: *doesn't move. Well hidden in the trees and brush of the woods. looks kind of like a boulder at night*
Ma: (Gently squeezes him) “The best thing you can do for her, is let her know that you’ll always be a safe space to fall back on when she needs it the most… That she can always come to you for help, she’ll never be too old for that. To calm your nerves in the meantime, you can try your best to prep yourself to help her when she does.”
Jasmine: (Sticks her thumb back into her mouth and stares up at Nick with interest, blinking slowly)
Dogmeat: (Alert bark, his tail sticking straight up in the air, slightly getting into pouncing position)
Gardio: *wants to fuss at his kid for sneaking out like she's a child... but that would only bring her lower... Maybe a big hug when she returns? Why did she leave? Did he underestimate how isolated she felt? How little she believed she was of use?* I will try to. Thank you.
Nick: Do you feel cleaner? More refreshed, doll?
Lucille: *steps closer to where Dogmeat is barking* Could be a Fog Crawler..... or a mirelurk.... God I hope it's not a fog crawler... That's the last thing I need, right now.
Jasmine: (Smiles beautifully up at her Dad, affectionately rubbing her cheek against him)
Ma: “That’s the absolute most we can do for our kids, try our best. It hurts when it doesn’t feel like it’s enough, but we aren’t alone in that feeling.” (Turns now to Nick) “Did you manage to clean her all up? You don’t need anymore help?”
Dogmeat: (Softly growls again, ready to attack at Lucille’s command if she calls for it that is, but it seems like the threat has moved on)
Nick: *seeing her smile so happily almost breaks his heart knowing they still have to tend to her more serious wounds, calmly despite it* We might need some assistance with her injuries and getting her dressed.
Gardio: *He can't help but still be troubled by the disparity between Nick's behavior around Rosie and Lucille. He looks at his old police partner- he's been nothing but capable since he came to. Maybe it would be alright if he did leave with Nick for just a moment... He too feigns a calm, if not very subtle stern tone addressing the synth detective* Actually, Nick. Why don't we let Mama Evita and Officer Rammstein tend to her wounds while we step out for a moment to get fresh clothes. Perhaps Donny can help-?
Teshteal: *irises turned to fear filled saucers* Does he have to...?
Gardio: Teshteal, we need the extra hands. There's not much of a choice.
Teshteal: O-okay... *To Ma, timidly, like an unsure child asking for assistance* Tía Evita? Can you make sure he doesn't talk about me and Joyce? I don't want to freeze up again...
Lucille: *starts straying from the path, looking around for whatever set Dogmeat on edge*
???: *quietly starts to move when the woman's back is turned from them. They keep an eye on how deep into the woods she travels in search of this unknown threat*
Jasmine: (Just cutely blinks at Nick with her innocent childlike eyes, unaware of what they are discussing, she’s gone back to playing with her Dad’s fingers curiously)
Ma: (Hums in agreement at Teshteal) “I very much can do that about my son… But for Rosie, I would like everyone to recall how upset she was when we first brought her here to treat her injuries.” (Referring to when Rosie pulled a hidden knife on Mama Evie back then, and now the girl has scratched her. It’s clear she needs two adult figures in the room with her whenever it comes to treating her wounds) “I do believe that it’ll take more helping hands to keep her calm.”
Radstag: (Comes bolting out of the trees, flying past the two)
Dogmeat: (Excited bark at the other creature)
Gardio: Then instead why don't you dry her off while we find a change of clothes? Then we tend to the more sensitive tasks. That way we have plenty of helping hands.
Nick: How's that sound, doll? Ready for your Tía Evita to dry you off?
Lucille: *jumps back, the knife in her arm extending despite not having a slot for it in her power armor, causing it to get stuck in the lining briefly* Damn it. *she pauses to try and work it loose*
???: *stops to watch her, unsure of why she's making those movements with her right arm*
Ma: (Nods her head) “That sounds like a plan…”
Jasmine: (Looks at Nick with confusion when he says that, then finally turns her head to look at the other occupants in the bathroom, her eyes landing on her aunt)
Ma: (Gently, her expression warm) “Hello, Princess….” (Trying to not show her fear over being rejected by the girl)
Jasmine: (Blinks, turning back to look at her Dad, then back at Mama Evie… Then she breaks out into a fit of happy giggles, the magic warm bath that she initially hated doing wonders for calming her tortured soul) “¡Tíaaaaa!”
Ma: (Covers her mouth with her hand when Rosie finally verbally acknowledges her as her aunt, her eyes getting misty)
Dogmeat: (Does happy little puppy twists as the Ragstag flees, doing quiet little woofs)
Gardio: *can't help but smile warmly at how happy that's made Ma*
Nick: I'll take that as a yes. *starts draining the water and stands, cradling her against his torso, keeping her warm*
Teshteal: *grabs a warm fluffy towel from the basket then hands it to Ma*
Lucille: *not sure why he's so happy. Maybe he's just excited to be out of the house. She finally unsticks the knife and retracts it before looking around.* Oh lovely. I don't remember what direction the path is. *sighs and starts going in the direction she thinks it could be*
Ma: (Quickly opens the cabinet under the sink to take out an apron used for bathing children with so the caretaker doesn’t get wet, tying it around her since she never changed her dress, then she takes the towel from Teshteal, ready to take the child when Nick hands her off) “If you go towards the back of the house, towards the Lighthouse, you’ll reach the laundry room, and right above it is my stash of clothes. Both of you should find what you need up there, take whatever you like.”
Jasmine: (Pouts when she’s taken out of the warm bath, clinging tightly to Dad, complaining up to him with incoherent babbles)
Dogmeat: (Follows her with his tail wagging again)
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Aaaaaaaah, encore!!! We baaaaaaaack!!!!
Gardio: *sighs* This isn't a drink...
Nick: *almost slams open the door and rushes in but remembers how well that played out before, so he takes a moment to recompose himself in front of it*
Teshteal: I'll test it.
Gardio: But she might not have the same temperature preference you do-
Teshteal: Trust me. If it's not boiling hot or freezing cold, it's already probably the best temperature for either of us. *reaches forward and taps the water like a cat* It's good. *grabs some flowery scented soap from the basket and pumps a little in the tub*
Gardio: *sweetly to Rosie as he dumps the cup back into the water* Now all we have to do is wait for Papa Nick so he can dress you down for your bath...
Nick: *slowly opens the door and steps in* Hello? *shuts it behind him carefully* How is she?
Gardio: Scared, possibly reopened some wounds, but very much alive. I can't put her in the bath because of her bandages and I don't think she'd like it very much if I was the one removing them.
Nick: Yeah, you're right... Hand her over. Teshteal? I'm gonna need ya to help keep her calm.
Teshteal: Okay. Just tell me what to do. *eager to help*
Jasmine: (Doesn’t react to her Dad showing up. As demonstrated moments ago- she cannot trust her eyes or her ears. Plus, she’s still in that state of mind where her brain is attempting to shut down to protect her, and at the same time her subconscious wants to stay awake. She just sucks her thumb that’s bloodied, clinging to Gardio, her little heart working overtime to pound wildly)
Ma: (Eyes the doorway as she sits with her arm held out so she can receive the transfusion) “I hope Lucille is alright…”
Donovan: (Glances over) “…Rosie too.” (Looks back at his mother) “She slashed you….”
Ma: (Nods) “That she did… But she wasn’t herself. The poor dear was suffering illusions.”
Nick: Rosie... *reaches out and touches her arm*
Gardio: *loosens his grip and lets Nick take her*
Nick: Come on, doll. Let's get those old bandages off.
Teshteal: *pulls over a stool for him and hovers around him*
Lucille: *fell asleep listening to the radio*
The Radio: Ain't no rest for the Wicked~ Money don't grow on trees! I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed~ ain't nothing in this world for freeee~!
Jasmine: (Whines at the transfer and squirms around, mainly because she just wants to be held by someone her fractured mind dubs as “safe”, and it hasn’t cemented in her mind that Nick is the one taking her. She can smell him, the cigarettes and old car sent, but her nose also sometimes lies to her, like when she was complaining back at the hospital that all she could smell was blood, rotten blood to be exact)
Joyce: (Jogs into the med room with two glasses of water, one for herself and one for Ma)
Ma: “Thank you, sweetheart.” (Slowly slips the glass)
Nick: *rubs her back with his good hand* You're alright. I've got ya. *Sits on the stool and balances her on his knee while he starts carefully removing her bandages, having to push the coat off of her to access them*
Teshteal: *pets her hair* We're in the bathroom. We're just getting ready for a bath, okay? I'm right here. No one's gonna get us.
Gardio: *starts looking through the medical supplies Teshteal brought in, just to make sure they have everything they'll need*
Jasmine: (Snuffles, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands, unhappy that the coat is taken off of her because she’s so cold…. But the new arms she’s in are very warm. She uses her hands as a more honest set of eyes and runs her fingers over Nick’s hands as he tries to get off her bandages, her poor overworked brain struggling to connect the dots. She did manage to do a considerable amount of damage to her torso, all in the name of sparing her family from herself… If those voices had egged her on enough, she could’ve really gone batshit)
Joyce: (Sits down next to Mama Evie, resting her head in her mother’s lap)
Ma: (Strokes her daughter’s blonde strands, humming softly)
Donovan: (Leans up against the wall, sighing heavily, thinking hard about the situation that unfolded)
Nick: *frowns seeing the damage once those bandages are off of her* After the bath we're going to have to do some stitching... Sorry, doll. *He continues to carefully remove the rest*
Teshteal: I can help with that.
Gardio: Are you sure?
Teshteal: *stares at him like he's an idiot. She's his vault sibling, after all*
Gardio: *taken aback by the incredulous look* Okay. Help away. *Not used to Teshteal being so capable still*
Jasmine: (Closes her eyes, her fingertips mapping over the cracks and crevices in Nick’s good hand, then the metal parts in his exposed metal one. She then brings a bloodied hand up to his face, touching his cheek then his neck) “……………” (Squeals cutely when she gets a rush of safety flooding her, one stronger than she had while with Mama Evie and Gardio, and she immediately clings to Nick with her head resting under his chin to confirm with herself that her Guardian Angel is back, the whirling of his inner workings being as soothing to her as a real human heartbeat. Guardian Angel is what she always thinks of Nick when she’s stuck in this state of mind, which is a great help when she can’t recognize anyone at all)
Nick: Don't get too comfortable... We still have to get you in the bath that Gardio and Teshteal prepared for you. *Finishes with the bandages then goes to remove any other garments she has on* Gardio can you fetch the dress her aunt picked out for her? If it's ruined, try to find something close to that size.
Gardio: *nods and runs for the dress that was no doubt dropped on the ground during the incident*
Jasmine: (Whines again and tries to lock her limbs around Nick so he can’t move her to get undressed even though her underwear is soaked in blood. She just wants to stay cuddled up with her Guardian Angel, she’s sleepy again and cold thanks to the blood loss, and Nick makes the perfect place to take a nap because he’s warm, safe, and secure)
Nick: Sorry. I have to... *Manages to get them off one leg at a time after shifting them to sit across his own.* Okay. Let's get you in the bath. *Gets up then sits in the bath with her in his arms since he doubts the girl will let go. This does mean his clothes will get wet but it's worth it if she feels safe and gets clean in the process*
Gardio: *finds it on the ground, thankfully spotless. He sighs with relief since he doesn't exactly remember where Ma's stash of clothes are. He returns to the bathroom with the dress, taking care to avert his eyes for the girl's privacy. Instead, with one hand covering them, he hands Nick a wash of cloth and some soap to bathe his daughter with*
Jasmine: (Initially starts to screech when she is brought into the tub because she can only think about being held under water by towering men who loved to watch her struggle for air. She puts one arm around Nick’s shoulder for balance and tries to use the other one to get out of the tub, her feet being very uncoordinated)
Joyce: (Looks up at her mother) “Are you sure that you’ll be alright, Mama?”
Ma: (Hums softly) “It’s the little one that I’m more worried about….”
Donovan: (Looks over at the door when Rosie starts screaming again, like she’s being bath in a bath of lava or something)
Nick: Hey, it's alright doll. This isn't what you think it is... *Takes her arm and places her hand on his face over the gash that exposes his inner workings*
Teshteal: It's cause she's partially submerged. She thinks you'll hold her under. *Goes and drains some of the water to a slightly lower level*
Nick: I wouldn't do that to ya. *Pulls her back to him, rubbing her back with the rag*
Jasmine: (Is actually trying to pull Nick out of the tub with her, because she just wouldn’t leave him to deal with the monsters. She tenses at the touch, because her head screams that it isn’t time for cuddles, no matter how nice the warm water and be held by someone safe feels)
Demonic Voice: (Snickers from afar) “PATHETIC.”
Jasmine: (Slinks a bit lower into the water, squeezing Nick, still trying to pull him up with her)
Nick: *stays firmly put* I'll be fine. I know you're trying to protect me but they won't hurt me...
Teshteal: I'll drain the water and put a little less in. *Does so, refreshing the tub of some of the blood she was covered with*
Nick: See? No one's pushing you under... *Washing her arms now, having taken the opportunity to rinse the rag when Teshteal refreshed the bath*
Gardio: *wonders if he should leave. Nick appears to be keeping her from bolting but considering what it took to get bandages on her in the first place? He's uncertain if he should go anywhere.*
Jasmine: (Swallows hard when she realizes she can’t get Nick out of the tub, sniffling on some tears. Even if she did get them both out of the tub, the monsters are just waiting right outside, she’ll be leading him straight through danger… So she just has to hunker down here until they are gone)
Demonic Figures: (Are waiting for the girl outside the little huddle of safety her family have made her- almost like they aren’t allowed to penetrate it)
Jasmine: (Presses herself up against Nick, once again running her fingers over his face and neck to reconfirm who he is. She’s smelling less and less blood, and more and more flowers plus the scent of three safe people she has stored deep in her mind)
Nick: *relieved she's starting to calm down as he very carefully washes her legs- with some extra soap and a refreshed rag thanks to Teshteal- in an effort not to stir up bad memories*
Gardio: *watching Nick and Teshteal. It feels like an out of body experience seeing them work so diligently together, especially Linus himself. He's acting so tactful and cautious around them. This isn't the same guy he worked with before the war*
Jasmine: (Shuffles around on her father’s chest to find a comfier position, closing her eyes so she can try and make herself focus completely on the sound of his inner workings. She’s slowly starting to melt against him, her tense muscles relaxing, her pounding heart slowing down)
Donovan: (Softly) “She stopped screaming….”
Ma: “Her father is wonderful with her, I’m sure he managed to calm her back down. He loves her very much.”
Donovan: (Nonchalantly) “Hm….”
Nick: I gotta start washing your sides and front, Rosie. Might have to run the soap over some sore spots. *gives his daughter a little peck on her forehead as the water gets refreshed yet again. It isn't long before that's done as well*
Lucille: *turns over in her bed with a heavy breath in her sleep*
Jasmine: (Her beautiful honey colored orbs pop open, and she stares up at Nick with childlike wonder. She runs her hands over him one more time, then takes in a deep breath, finally deciding it’s safe to trust her eyes after they betrayed her) “Daddy….”
Joyce: (Sadly while glancing over Ma’s dress) “It’s ripped… And bloodied.”
Ma: “Nothing that can’t be fixed, it was an older dress anyways. I’ve learned to not wear my nicest things when wild little ones are around.”
Joyce: “But you always look good no matter what. I can’t tell what qualifies as your nice clothes or not.”
Ma: (Laughs softly) “I suppose I do have high standards for myself, I love dressing as I do.”
Nick: Mhmm. Here and present. *Rinsing her off* Gardio, can you hand me a hair brush?
Gardio: *does so and beams kindly down at the teen* Hey, princess...!
Nick: *stifled thoughtful chuckle as he starts brushing her hair*
Jasmine: (Does a little wave with her manita at Gardio, but she’s much more interested in staring at Nick, her beacon of safety and love. She coos adorably when he starts brushing her curls, melting even further into the warm bath that she’s just now seeing as a good thing)
Donovan: (Straightens up) “How are you feeling now, Mama?”
Ma: (Already thinking about what she has to finish doing around the house) “I think I’ll be completely fine in a moment. I’ll go check on Lucille upstairs, clean up a little bit, and then make dinner.”
Donovan: “Don’t worry about-…”
Ma: “Hush now, sweetheart. I can still move just fine- nothing was damaged too badly.”
Nick: *quietly dreading having to patch her wounds but masks it with another tender kiss on her temple*
Gardio: *hopes his own daughter is okay*
Jasmine: (Giggles when she’s given another kiss, feeling like she’s being spoiled with affection due to the fact she was deprived of it for so long, now anything sweetly tender she receives feels like an impossible gift that she was graced with. She’s forgotten about the monsters lurking around her, and they pout and shriek all alone in their spots in the corner far away from the girl. Just as long as the people she cares about most don’t leave the bubble of safety, she’s happy)
Donovan: “I can take care of dinner.”
Ma: “Now that the shipment is here, I need you to help me get those supplies we promised down to the Harbor, they already paid half the amount of caps we agreed on, and despite the circumstances, we made our own promises we need to do good on.”
Donovan: (Frowns deeply) “But that means I need to leave you both here, alone….”
Ma: “That you do. Don’t fret none, we’ll be alright. It should take you long anyhow.”
Donovan: “After what happened with Rosie? How can we be sure?”
Ma: “She has her father and her family to look after her.”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “I’ll hold it off until nightfall, or even until the morning. It just doesn’t feel right to go off right now.”
Nick: *keeps brushing her hair occasionally rinsing it with a little bit of water from the faucet*
Jasmine: (Doesn’t like the sound of water running all that much, she usually covers her ears, but luckily she’s relaxed in the tub. She does tap her Dad and make the “talk” motion with her hand, because she likes the sound of his voice, it’s comforting)
Ma: (Somber sigh) “Unfortunately, the days will continue pass by whether we are ready for them to or not. Chores still need to be completed, and our duties must be fulfilled.”
Joyce: (Strokes Gertie’s face, nodding along)
Ma: (Pats Joyce’s side) “I’m going to get up now so I can go change, honey.”
Donovan: (Helps unplug the IV line, still not looking very happy about Ma getting up)
Gardio: *frowns as he remembers the shouting match. Not only was Nick's lecturing out of sorts with how fragile Lucille is... But slapping her seemed more than just out of turn. Even before the war, Nick was always a bit more patient than required with victims, suspects, and even traffic law offenders. And supposedly that patience has grown to saintly levels from everything the old ghoul's heard of his synth counterpart. What... Happened up there?*
Nick: You want me to talk again? Okay, but on one condition, Rosie... You let us stitch and patch you up after you get out of the tub.
Lucille: *rolls over and blinks with bleary eyes at the slowly darkening room* Dad's still not back... I can't even have my own father. *Sighs sadly*
Jasmine: (Her eyes grow large when she hears him say that, and she immediately whines and tries to hide away in his shirt, her thumb going back into her mouth)
Ma: (Straightens herself up, fixing her hair to her best ability, then her dress that’s torn)
Donovan: (Softly, worriedly) “Mama… Can you please go check in on Rosie before you go upstairs…?”
Ma: “She has her father and two other members of her family with her-…”
Donovan: “Please Mamita…? Just to double check?”
Ma: (Looks her son over, sighing heavily) “Alright then….” (Grabs some safety pins from one of the drawers to pin her dress close, then she walks out of the med room to check up on Rosie like her son asked)
Donovan: (Watches her leave for a moment, then immediately starts cleaning up)
Joyce: (Sways Gertie back and forth) “It’s okay… sweetie. I’ll take you up to my room soon.”
Nick: Well, then I suppose I just won't talk. *Rinsing her by scrubbing the soap away with the rag*
Teshteal: *starting to kind of miss Joyce*
Gardio: *concerned Nick might no longer be as safe as his youngest believes*
Lucille: I might as well make myself useful... *Swings her legs over and slowly gets up, wincing in pain. She begins to limp over to the ladder*
Jasmine: (Tugs on his shirt with pleading kitten eyes, her voice quivering alongside her lips, heartbreaking and pitiful enough to make a Super Mutant shed a tear) “Daddy!!!!”
Ma: (Lightly taps on the bathroom door, just hard enough to allow those closest to the door to hear, but not Jas in the tub)
Nick: Only if you let us patch you up...
Teshteal: *slithers up to the door at the knock* Who is iiiiiit?
Lucille *starts making her way down the stair case. Pain radiates up her leg, making her stop a couple of times to let it ease up*
Jasmine: (Huffs and sniffles) “No!!! Daddy, no!!!” (Takes the strands of her wet hair and closes it around her face and her entire body so Nick can’t look at her. Her hair is so thick and long that it covers her up completely when she’s scrunched up in a ball)
Ma: (Softly) “It’s Rosie’s Tía Evita. I would like to know how’s she’s doing.”
Teshteal: Nick's trying to make a deal with her about letting us tend to her wounds in exchange for talking but she doesn't want to.
Nick: *shakes his head silently and puts an index finger to his mouth. He just takes it as an opportunity to brush her beautiful hair more*
Gardio: *to Teshteal* Who is it?
Teshteal: Mama Evie. She was asking about Rosie's condition.
Lucille: *stumbling her way through the house, trying not to catch anyone's attention. She's just got to make it to her big, beautiful, quantum blue power armor and she's free to gather as many supplies as they could possibly need.*
Jasmine: (Huffs some more and does her best to keep her hair over her face, tears dribbling from her eyes, blending in with the water already on her. She bites down on her thumb, her other hand gripping Nick’s wet shirt)
Ma: “She’s not too badly injured, is she?”
Joyce: (Comes running by Lucille with Gertie in her arms, not stopping to ask the older girl anything cause she’s too focused on getting Gertie to her brother’s room)
Donovan: (Still cleaning the med room, moving slowly as to give him more time to calm down)
Nick: *gently brushes the hair cascading down her back* We're going to have to repair and dress your wounds anyway, doll. It can't be helped.
Gardio: She pulled some stitches, it sounds like.
Teshteal: She hasn't been coughing up blood, though! That's good!
Lucille: *almost to the door, trying not to seethe in pain. Her power armor is just outside. Just a bit more... The fact no one has even noticed her escape this far only proves her fears right- everyone will leave her. She's just the person who builds up settlements and wipes out raider factions. Just the person who blew up the Institute... She wonders how long it will take for them to realize she's gone as she quietly turns the nob and slips outside- taking great care not to let the door make any noise*
Jasmine: (Pouts her lips) “No!!!” (Coughs on some blood still trapped in her throat from her bloodied nose as if on cue, refusing to lift her head)
Ma: (Turns her head when she hears the front door opening) “Hm?”
Dogmeat: (Decided to be a snitch and starts barking at Lucille’s feet)
Ma: (Heavy sigh, knowing that they can’t really force Lucille to stay in place… She’s an adult after all, she’s not a child like Rosie who’s under her father’s authority and care) “I believe it’s critical that we sort some things out before things can continue…”
Lucille: *hears Dogmeat barking* Shit... *she hastily limps over to her power armor and climbs inside*
Teshteal: Nevermind....
Nick: *frowns with concern* She might need surgery...
Gardio: What is the dog barking at?
Lucille: *relieved sigh when the suit closes on her. The confined space and the support makes her feel so much more... secure. She turns around and starts to walk out into the fog*
Jasmine: (Nestles up against Nick with her hair surrounding her again, sighing deeply and hoarsely, closing her dewy eyes)
Ma: (Leans against the door) “Detective Chapel, I believe your daughter has decided to leave the home… But I strongly agree with the fact that trying to get her to return wouldn’t work out all that well unless you’re keen on dragging her back by the heels, hence why I made that previous statement.”
Donovan: (Went out onto the porch after Lucille, watching her leave, not saying anything because it’s not his place)
Dogmeat: (Whines and follows Lucille, trying to jump in front of her while yapping, like he’s scolding the young woman)
Gardio: *stands abruptly from his perch on the stool* What?! She left again?!
Nick: *warningly, rubbing Jasmine's shoulder to soothe her* Detective Chapel...!
Gardio: If I startled her, I'm sorry, but Lu-
Teshteal: *grabs his coat and shakes his head with a frown, jabbing his thumb at Jasmine. If he so much as mentions her or what she's doing, it could set Rosie off and that's the last thing they need*
Gardio: *soft frustrated growl, then sits back down*
Lucille: Sorry boy. I need to get materials. I can't lay around and be useless... I have to. I don't have the leniency of being a poor-kicked puppy. *keeps marching past him*
Jasmine: (Whimpers with fear and tries to slink down into the warm water, wanting to submerge herself under it to hide from the booming voice overhead since water in her ears will muffle the noise, never mind her fears of being held underwater)
Ma: (Unfazed by the sudden shouting) “Do you need me to do anything?”
Donovan: (Sighs and pats Pirate’s head by his side)
Dogmeat: (Keeps following Lucille like the faithful puppy boi he is)
Gardio: *wants so badly to go after Lucille, but if he does, Ma will be left with Rosie. The girl scratched her badly already... he doesn't want to put her in that position again* ...Help us take care of Rosie?
Teshteal: I'm also here- you can go and we can take care of her-
Gardio: I'd rather not. At the moment the most dire person to tend to is Rosie... *still worrying about Lucille but he has to remind himself that his daughter is an adult* She needs multiple people to look after her.
Lucille: *looking for a settlement. Or a raider den. Either will do. The more materials the better. She chuckles wryly. The only person that bothered to try to stop her was Dogmeat. The dog.*
Jasmine: (Attempts to go under the water in the space besides her Dad, and she can hold her breath for several minutes if she takes in a deep breath of air)
Ma: (A little bit louder, seeking Nick’s approval to help with the girl) “Detective Valentine?”
Donovan: (Reentered the home, approaching Mamá Evie with a frown) “She was your niece first… You helped raised her from day one- you shouldn’t have to ask for permission to take care of her.”
Nick: I don't see any issue with you assisting with Rosie. You were her family before I was, after all. *starts draining the water to refresh it so he can rinse off her face, thwarting her attempt at becoming a mermaid in the process* Sorry, doll. After I refill it, okay?
Teshteal: *unlocks the door with a forgiving and cheery grin* Sorry for the precaution!
Gardio: *has a distraught look on his face despite deciding to prioritize the poor girl in the bathtub*
Lucille: *as she walks, she feels she's being watched. She glances at the forest in confusion* Hmm... Must be the fog.
Jasmine: (Whines dramatically when she’s kept from going under the water, looking like a wet long haired puppy with her soaked curls drooped over her face, almost rolled completely off Nick’s lap at this point)
Ma: (Enters the bathroom, a gentle expression on her face when she sees that Nick got into the tub to comfort his daughter, but then she sees Gardio, and she can’t help but to be concerned and kneel down next to him) “Are you alright…?”
Gardio: I'm concerned about my daughter... *sighs* But I have to remember she is an adult...
Lucille: *shrugs it off and keeps moving. She thinks there might be a raider den nearby*
???: *a massive thing moving in the distance. It's careful not to make a sound as it follows the woman*
Nick: *pulls her back into his lap and gives her a small kiss on the temple to ease her thoughts. The water is almost filled back up in the tub, so he takes to wiping the blood from her mouth and chest*
Ma: (Rests a comforting hand on Gardio’s shoulder) “An adult she is, and she’s making her own choices… But as parents, they still feel like our little babies no matter how old they get. I’m sorry, the worry always eats us away…”
Jasmine: (Doesn’t notice her aunt is in the room, now her attention is back on Dad, she was only upset because she wanted to hear him speak but he had refused. She coos at the kiss that erases her grumpiness away, resting her head back on his chest, her little arms wrapped around him)
Dogmeat: (Warning bark at the fog around them, his tail wagging)
Gardio: *nods sadly* I know... *reaches up and rests his hand over the one perched on his shoulder more as a sign of acceptance of her kind gesture than anything else* I still can't help but fret.
Nick: *The only reason he refused was because she didn't agree to the deal to let them treat her wounds. If she had said yes, he would have happily obliged*
Lucille: *turns, the lamps in her helmet lighting up the foggy distance. She raises the gun she lifted off of Kellogg* Who's there?
???: *doesn't move. Well hidden in the trees and brush of the woods. looks kind of like a boulder at night*
Ma: (Gently squeezes him) “The best thing you can do for her, is let her know that you’ll always be a safe space to fall back on when she needs it the most… That she can always come to you for help, she’ll never be too old for that. To calm your nerves in the meantime, you can try your best to prep yourself to help her when she does.”
Jasmine: (Sticks her thumb back into her mouth and stares up at Nick with interest, blinking slowly)
Dogmeat: (Alert bark, his tail sticking straight up in the air, slightly getting into pouncing position)
Gardio: *wants to fuss at his kid for sneaking out like she's a child... but that would only bring her lower... Maybe a big hug when she returns? Why did she leave? Did he underestimate how isolated she felt? How little she believed she was of use?* I will try to. Thank you.
Nick: Do you feel cleaner? More refreshed, doll?
Lucille: *steps closer to where Dogmeat is barking* Could be a Fog Crawler..... or a mirelurk.... God I hope it's not a fog crawler... That's the last thing I need, right now.
Jasmine: (Smiles beautifully up at her Dad, affectionately rubbing her cheek against him)
Ma: “That’s the absolute most we can do for our kids, try our best. It hurts when it doesn’t feel like it’s enough, but we aren’t alone in that feeling.” (Turns now to Nick) “Did you manage to clean her all up? You don’t need anymore help?”
Dogmeat: (Softly growls again, ready to attack at Lucille’s command if she calls for it that is, but it seems like the threat has moved on)
Nick: *seeing her smile so happily almost breaks his heart knowing they still have to tend to her more serious wounds, calmly despite it* We might need some assistance with her injuries and getting her dressed.
Gardio: *He can't help but still be troubled by the disparity between Nick's behavior around Rosie and Lucille. He looks at his old police partner- he's been nothing but capable since he came to. Maybe it would be alright if he did leave with Nick for just a moment... He too feigns a calm, if not very subtle stern tone addressing the synth detective* Actually, Nick. Why don't we let Mama Evita and Officer Rammstein tend to her wounds while we step out for a moment to get fresh clothes. Perhaps Donny can help-?
Teshteal: *irises turned to fear filled saucers* Does he have to...?
Gardio: Teshteal, we need the extra hands. There's not much of a choice.
Teshteal: O-okay... *To Ma, timidly, like an unsure child asking for assistance* Tía Evita? Can you make sure he doesn't talk about me and Joyce? I don't want to freeze up again...
Lucille: *starts straying from the path, looking around for whatever set Dogmeat on edge*
???: *quietly starts to move when the woman's back is turned from them. They keep an eye on how deep into the woods she travels in search of this unknown threat*
Jasmine: (Just cutely blinks at Nick with her innocent childlike eyes, unaware of what they are discussing, she’s gone back to playing with her Dad’s fingers curiously)
Ma: (Hums in agreement at Teshteal) “I very much can do that about my son… But for Rosie, I would like everyone to recall how upset she was when we first brought her here to treat her injuries.” (Referring to when Rosie pulled a hidden knife on Mama Evie back then, and now the girl has scratched her. It’s clear she needs two adult figures in the room with her whenever it comes to treating her wounds) “I do believe that it’ll take more helping hands to keep her calm.”
Radstag: (Comes bolting out of the trees, flying past the two)
Dogmeat: (Excited bark at the other creature)
Gardio: Then instead why don't you dry her off while we find a change of clothes? Then we tend to the more sensitive tasks. That way we have plenty of helping hands.
Nick: How's that sound, doll? Ready for your Tía Evita to dry you off?
Lucille: *jumps back, the knife in her arm extending despite not having a slot for it in her power armor, causing it to get stuck in the lining briefly* Damn it. *she pauses to try and work it loose*
???: *stops to watch her, unsure of why she's making those movements with her right arm*
Ma: (Nods her head) “That sounds like a plan…”
Jasmine: (Looks at Nick with confusion when he says that, then finally turns her head to look at the other occupants in the bathroom, her eyes landing on her aunt)
Ma: (Gently, her expression warm) “Hello, Princess….” (Trying to not show her fear over being rejected by the girl)
Jasmine: (Blinks, turning back to look at her Dad, then back at Mama Evie… Then she breaks out into a fit of happy giggles, the magic warm bath that she initially hated doing wonders for calming her tortured soul) “¡Tíaaaaa!”
Ma: (Covers her mouth with her hand when Rosie finally verbally acknowledges her as her aunt, her eyes getting misty)
Dogmeat: (Does happy little puppy twists as the Ragstag flees, doing quiet little woofs)
Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Nine
Masterlist
Aaaaaaaah, encore!!! We baaaaaaaack!!!!
Gardio: *sighs* This isn't a drink...
Nick: *almost slams open the door and rushes in but remembers how well that played out before, so he takes a moment to recompose himself in front of it*
Teshteal: I'll test it.
Gardio: But she might not have the same temperature preference you do-
Teshteal: Trust me. If it's not boiling hot or freezing cold, it's already probably the best temperature for either of us. *reaches forward and taps the water like a cat* It's good. *grabs some flowery scented soap from the basket and pumps a little in the tub*
Gardio: *sweetly to Rosie as he dumps the cup back into the water* Now all we have to do is wait for Papa Nick so he can dress you down for your bath...
Nick: *slowly opens the door and steps in* Hello? *shuts it behind him carefully* How is she?
Gardio: Scared, possibly reopened some wounds, but very much alive. I can't put her in the bath because of her bandages and I don't think she'd like it very much if I was the one removing them.
Nick: Yeah, you're right... Hand her over. Teshteal? I'm gonna need ya to help keep her calm.
Teshteal: Okay. Just tell me what to do. *eager to help*
Jasmine: (Doesn’t react to her Dad showing up. As demonstrated moments ago- she cannot trust her eyes or her ears. Plus, she’s still in that state of mind where her brain is attempting to shut down to protect her, and at the same time her subconscious wants to stay awake. She just sucks her thumb that’s bloodied, clinging to Gardio, her little heart working overtime to pound wildly)
Ma: (Eyes the doorway as she sits with her arm held out so she can receive the transfusion) “I hope Lucille is alright…”
Donovan: (Glances over) “…Rosie too.” (Looks back at his mother) “She slashed you….”
Ma: (Nods) “That she did… But she wasn’t herself. The poor dear was suffering illusions.”
Nick: Rosie... *reaches out and touches her arm*
Gardio: *loosens his grip and lets Nick take her*
Nick: Come on, doll. Let's get those old bandages off.
Teshteal: *pulls over a stool for him and hovers around him*
Lucille: *fell asleep listening to the radio*
The Radio: Ain't no rest for the Wicked~ Money don't grow on trees! I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed~ ain't nothing in this world for freeee~!
Jasmine: (Whines at the transfer and squirms around, mainly because she just wants to be held by someone her fractured mind dubs as “safe”, and it hasn’t cemented in her mind that Nick is the one taking her. She can smell him, the cigarettes and old car sent, but her nose also sometimes lies to her, like when she was complaining back at the hospital that all she could smell was blood, rotten blood to be exact)
Joyce: (Jogs into the med room with two glasses of water, one for herself and one for Ma)
Ma: “Thank you, sweetheart.” (Slowly slips the glass)
Nick: *rubs her back with his good hand* You're alright. I've got ya. *Sits on the stool and balances her on his knee while he starts carefully removing her bandages, having to push the coat off of her to access them*
Teshteal: *pets her hair* We're in the bathroom. We're just getting ready for a bath, okay? I'm right here. No one's gonna get us.
Gardio: *starts looking through the medical supplies Teshteal brought in, just to make sure they have everything they'll need*
Jasmine: (Snuffles, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands, unhappy that the coat is taken off of her because she’s so cold…. But the new arms she’s in are very warm. She uses her hands as a more honest set of eyes and runs her fingers over Nick’s hands as he tries to get off her bandages, her poor overworked brain struggling to connect the dots. She did manage to do a considerable amount of damage to her torso, all in the name of sparing her family from herself… If those voices had egged her on enough, she could’ve really gone batshit)
Joyce: (Sits down next to Mama Evie, resting her head in her mother’s lap)
Ma: (Strokes her daughter’s blonde strands, humming softly)
Donovan: (Leans up against the wall, sighing heavily, thinking hard about the situation that unfolded)
Nick: *frowns seeing the damage once those bandages are off of her* After the bath we're going to have to do some stitching... Sorry, doll. *He continues to carefully remove the rest*
Teshteal: I can help with that.
Gardio: Are you sure?
Teshteal: *stares at him like he's an idiot. She's his vault sibling, after all*
Gardio: *taken aback by the incredulous look* Okay. Help away. *Not used to Teshteal being so capable still*
Jasmine: (Closes her eyes, her fingertips mapping over the cracks and crevices in Nick’s good hand, then the metal parts in his exposed metal one. She then brings a bloodied hand up to his face, touching his cheek then his neck) “……………” (Squeals cutely when she gets a rush of safety flooding her, one stronger than she had while with Mama Evie and Gardio, and she immediately clings to Nick with her head resting under his chin to confirm with herself that her Guardian Angel is back, the whirling of his inner workings being as soothing to her as a real human heartbeat. Guardian Angel is what she always thinks of Nick when she’s stuck in this state of mind, which is a great help when she can’t recognize anyone at all)
Nick: Don't get too comfortable... We still have to get you in the bath that Gardio and Teshteal prepared for you. *Finishes with the bandages then goes to remove any other garments she has on* Gardio can you fetch the dress her aunt picked out for her? If it's ruined, try to find something close to that size.
Gardio: *nods and runs for the dress that was no doubt dropped on the ground during the incident*
Jasmine: (Whines again and tries to lock her limbs around Nick so he can’t move her to get undressed even though her underwear is soaked in blood. She just wants to stay cuddled up with her Guardian Angel, she’s sleepy again and cold thanks to the blood loss, and Nick makes the perfect place to take a nap because he’s warm, safe, and secure)
Nick: Sorry. I have to... *Manages to get them off one leg at a time after shifting them to sit across his own.* Okay. Let's get you in the bath. *Gets up then sits in the bath with her in his arms since he doubts the girl will let go. This does mean his clothes will get wet but it's worth it if she feels safe and gets clean in the process*
Gardio: *finds it on the ground, thankfully spotless. He sighs with relief since he doesn't exactly remember where Ma's stash of clothes are. He returns to the bathroom with the dress, taking care to avert his eyes for the girl's privacy. Instead, with one hand covering them, he hands Nick a wash of cloth and some soap to bathe his daughter with*
Jasmine: (Initially starts to screech when she is brought into the tub because she can only think about being held under water by towering men who loved to watch her struggle for air. She puts one arm around Nick’s shoulder for balance and tries to use the other one to get out of the tub, her feet being very uncoordinated)
Joyce: (Looks up at her mother) “Are you sure that you’ll be alright, Mama?”
Ma: (Hums softly) “It’s the little one that I’m more worried about….”
Donovan: (Looks over at the door when Rosie starts screaming again, like she’s being bath in a bath of lava or something)
Nick: Hey, it's alright doll. This isn't what you think it is... *Takes her arm and places her hand on his face over the gash that exposes his inner workings*
Teshteal: It's cause she's partially submerged. She thinks you'll hold her under. *Goes and drains some of the water to a slightly lower level*
Nick: I wouldn't do that to ya. *Pulls her back to him, rubbing her back with the rag*
Jasmine: (Is actually trying to pull Nick out of the tub with her, because she just wouldn’t leave him to deal with the monsters. She tenses at the touch, because her head screams that it isn’t time for cuddles, no matter how nice the warm water and be held by someone safe feels)
Demonic Voice: (Snickers from afar) “PATHETIC.”
Jasmine: (Slinks a bit lower into the water, squeezing Nick, still trying to pull him up with her)
Nick: *stays firmly put* I'll be fine. I know you're trying to protect me but they won't hurt me...
Teshteal: I'll drain the water and put a little less in. *Does so, refreshing the tub of some of the blood she was covered with*
Nick: See? No one's pushing you under... *Washing her arms now, having taken the opportunity to rinse the rag when Teshteal refreshed the bath*
Gardio: *wonders if he should leave. Nick appears to be keeping her from bolting but considering what it took to get bandages on her in the first place? He's uncertain if he should go anywhere.*
Jasmine: (Swallows hard when she realizes she can’t get Nick out of the tub, sniffling on some tears. Even if she did get them both out of the tub, the monsters are just waiting right outside, she’ll be leading him straight through danger… So she just has to hunker down here until they are gone)
Demonic Figures: (Are waiting for the girl outside the little huddle of safety her family have made her- almost like they aren’t allowed to penetrate it)
Jasmine: (Presses herself up against Nick, once again running her fingers over his face and neck to reconfirm who he is. She’s smelling less and less blood, and more and more flowers plus the scent of three safe people she has stored deep in her mind)
Nick: *relieved she's starting to calm down as he very carefully washes her legs- with some extra soap and a refreshed rag thanks to Teshteal- in an effort not to stir up bad memories*
Gardio: *watching Nick and Teshteal. It feels like an out of body experience seeing them work so diligently together, especially Linus himself. He's acting so tactful and cautious around them. This isn't the same guy he worked with before the war*
Jasmine: (Shuffles around on her father’s chest to find a comfier position, closing her eyes so she can try and make herself focus completely on the sound of his inner workings. She’s slowly starting to melt against him, her tense muscles relaxing, her pounding heart slowing down)
Donovan: (Softly) “She stopped screaming….”
Ma: “Her father is wonderful with her, I’m sure he managed to calm her back down. He loves her very much.”
Donovan: (Nonchalantly) “Hm….”
Nick: I gotta start washing your sides and front, Rosie. Might have to run the soap over some sore spots. *gives his daughter a little peck on her forehead as the water gets refreshed yet again. It isn't long before that's done as well*
Lucille: *turns over in her bed with a heavy breath in her sleep*
Jasmine: (Her beautiful honey colored orbs pop open, and she stares up at Nick with childlike wonder. She runs her hands over him one more time, then takes in a deep breath, finally deciding it’s safe to trust her eyes after they betrayed her) “Daddy….”
Joyce: (Sadly while glancing over Ma’s dress) “It’s ripped… And bloodied.”
Ma: “Nothing that can’t be fixed, it was an older dress anyways. I’ve learned to not wear my nicest things when wild little ones are around.”
Joyce: “But you always look good no matter what. I can’t tell what qualifies as your nice clothes or not.”
Ma: (Laughs softly) “I suppose I do have high standards for myself, I love dressing as I do.”
Nick: Mhmm. Here and present. *Rinsing her off* Gardio, can you hand me a hair brush?
Gardio: *does so and beams kindly down at the teen* Hey, princess...!
Nick: *stifled thoughtful chuckle as he starts brushing her hair*
Jasmine: (Does a little wave with her manita at Gardio, but she’s much more interested in staring at Nick, her beacon of safety and love. She coos adorably when he starts brushing her curls, melting even further into the warm bath that she’s just now seeing as a good thing)
Donovan: (Straightens up) “How are you feeling now, Mama?”
Ma: (Already thinking about what she has to finish doing around the house) “I think I’ll be completely fine in a moment. I’ll go check on Lucille upstairs, clean up a little bit, and then make dinner.”
Donovan: “Don’t worry about-…”
Ma: “Hush now, sweetheart. I can still move just fine- nothing was damaged too badly.”
Nick: *quietly dreading having to patch her wounds but masks it with another tender kiss on her temple*
Gardio: *hopes his own daughter is okay*
Jasmine: (Giggles when she’s given another kiss, feeling like she’s being spoiled with affection due to the fact she was deprived of it for so long, now anything sweetly tender she receives feels like an impossible gift that she was graced with. She’s forgotten about the monsters lurking around her, and they pout and shriek all alone in their spots in the corner far away from the girl. Just as long as the people she cares about most don’t leave the bubble of safety, she’s happy)
Donovan: “I can take care of dinner.”
Ma: “Now that the shipment is here, I need you to help me get those supplies we promised down to the Harbor, they already paid half the amount of caps we agreed on, and despite the circumstances, we made our own promises we need to do good on.”
Donovan: (Frowns deeply) “But that means I need to leave you both here, alone….”
Ma: “That you do. Don’t fret none, we’ll be alright. It should take you long anyhow.”
Donovan: “After what happened with Rosie? How can we be sure?”
Ma: “She has her father and her family to look after her.”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “I’ll hold it off until nightfall, or even until the morning. It just doesn’t feel right to go off right now.”
Nick: *keeps brushing her hair occasionally rinsing it with a little bit of water from the faucet*
Jasmine: (Doesn’t like the sound of water running all that much, she usually covers her ears, but luckily she’s relaxed in the tub. She does tap her Dad and make the “talk” motion with her hand, because she likes the sound of his voice, it’s comforting)
Ma: (Somber sigh) “Unfortunately, the days will continue pass by whether we are ready for them to or not. Chores still need to be completed, and our duties must be fulfilled.”
Joyce: (Strokes Gertie’s face, nodding along)
Ma: (Pats Joyce’s side) “I’m going to get up now so I can go change, honey.”
Donovan: (Helps unplug the IV line, still not looking very happy about Ma getting up)
Gardio: *frowns as he remembers the shouting match. Not only was Nick's lecturing out of sorts with how fragile Lucille is... But slapping her seemed more than just out of turn. Even before the war, Nick was always a bit more patient than required with victims, suspects, and even traffic law offenders. And supposedly that patience has grown to saintly levels from everything the old ghoul's heard of his synth counterpart. What... Happened up there?*
Nick: You want me to talk again? Okay, but on one condition, Rosie... You let us stitch and patch you up after you get out of the tub.
Lucille: *rolls over and blinks with bleary eyes at the slowly darkening room* Dad's still not back... I can't even have my own father. *Sighs sadly*
Jasmine: (Her eyes grow large when she hears him say that, and she immediately whines and tries to hide away in his shirt, her thumb going back into her mouth)
Ma: (Straightens herself up, fixing her hair to her best ability, then her dress that’s torn)
Donovan: (Softly, worriedly) “Mama… Can you please go check in on Rosie before you go upstairs…?”
Ma: “She has her father and two other members of her family with her-…”
Donovan: “Please Mamita…? Just to double check?”
Ma: (Looks her son over, sighing heavily) “Alright then….” (Grabs some safety pins from one of the drawers to pin her dress close, then she walks out of the med room to check up on Rosie like her son asked)
Donovan: (Watches her leave for a moment, then immediately starts cleaning up)
Joyce: (Sways Gertie back and forth) “It’s okay… sweetie. I’ll take you up to my room soon.”
Nick: Well, then I suppose I just won't talk. *Rinsing her by scrubbing the soap away with the rag*
Teshteal: *starting to kind of miss Joyce*
Gardio: *concerned Nick might no longer be as safe as his youngest believes*
Lucille: I might as well make myself useful... *Swings her legs over and slowly gets up, wincing in pain. She begins to limp over to the ladder*
Jasmine: (Tugs on his shirt with pleading kitten eyes, her voice quivering alongside her lips, heartbreaking and pitiful enough to make a Super Mutant shed a tear) “Daddy!!!!”
Ma: (Lightly taps on the bathroom door, just hard enough to allow those closest to the door to hear, but not Jas in the tub)
Nick: Only if you let us patch you up...
Teshteal: *slithers up to the door at the knock* Who is iiiiiit?
Lucille *starts making her way down the stair case. Pain radiates up her leg, making her stop a couple of times to let it ease up*
Jasmine: (Huffs and sniffles) “No!!! Daddy, no!!!” (Takes the strands of her wet hair and closes it around her face and her entire body so Nick can’t look at her. Her hair is so thick and long that it covers her up completely when she’s scrunched up in a ball)
Ma: (Softly) “It’s Rosie’s Tía Evita. I would like to know how’s she’s doing.”
Teshteal: Nick's trying to make a deal with her about letting us tend to her wounds in exchange for talking but she doesn't want to.
Nick: *shakes his head silently and puts an index finger to his mouth. He just takes it as an opportunity to brush her beautiful hair more*
Gardio: *to Teshteal* Who is it?
Teshteal: Mama Evie. She was asking about Rosie's condition.
Lucille: *stumbling her way through the house, trying not to catch anyone's attention. She's just got to make it to her big, beautiful, quantum blue power armor and she's free to gather as many supplies as they could possibly need.*
Jasmine: (Huffs some more and does her best to keep her hair over her face, tears dribbling from her eyes, blending in with the water already on her. She bites down on her thumb, her other hand gripping Nick’s wet shirt)
Ma: “She’s not too badly injured, is she?”
Joyce: (Comes running by Lucille with Gertie in her arms, not stopping to ask the older girl anything cause she’s too focused on getting Gertie to her brother’s room)
Donovan: (Still cleaning the med room, moving slowly as to give him more time to calm down)
Nick: *gently brushes the hair cascading down her back* We're going to have to repair and dress your wounds anyway, doll. It can't be helped.
Gardio: She pulled some stitches, it sounds like.
Teshteal: She hasn't been coughing up blood, though! That's good!
Lucille: *almost to the door, trying not to seethe in pain. Her power armor is just outside. Just a bit more... The fact no one has even noticed her escape this far only proves her fears right- everyone will leave her. She's just the person who builds up settlements and wipes out raider factions. Just the person who blew up the Institute... She wonders how long it will take for them to realize she's gone as she quietly turns the nob and slips outside- taking great care not to let the door make any noise*
Jasmine: (Pouts her lips) “No!!!” (Coughs on some blood still trapped in her throat from her bloodied nose as if on cue, refusing to lift her head)
Ma: (Turns her head when she hears the front door opening) “Hm?”
Dogmeat: (Decided to be a snitch and starts barking at Lucille’s feet)
Ma: (Heavy sigh, knowing that they can’t really force Lucille to stay in place… She’s an adult after all, she’s not a child like Rosie who’s under her father’s authority and care) “I believe it’s critical that we sort some things out before things can continue…”
Lucille: *hears Dogmeat barking* Shit... *she hastily limps over to her power armor and climbs inside*
Teshteal: Nevermind....
Nick: *frowns with concern* She might need surgery...
Gardio: What is the dog barking at?
Lucille: *relieved sigh when the suit closes on her. The confined space and the support makes her feel so much more... secure. She turns around and starts to walk out into the fog*
Jasmine: (Nestles up against Nick with her hair surrounding her again, sighing deeply and hoarsely, closing her dewy eyes)
Ma: (Leans against the door) “Detective Chapel, I believe your daughter has decided to leave the home… But I strongly agree with the fact that trying to get her to return wouldn’t work out all that well unless you’re keen on dragging her back by the heels, hence why I made that previous statement.”
Donovan: (Went out onto the porch after Lucille, watching her leave, not saying anything because it’s not his place)
Dogmeat: (Whines and follows Lucille, trying to jump in front of her while yapping, like he’s scolding the young woman)
Gardio: *stands abruptly from his perch on the stool* What?! She left again?!
Nick: *warningly, rubbing Jasmine's shoulder to soothe her* Detective Chapel...!
Gardio: If I startled her, I'm sorry, but Lu-
Teshteal: *grabs his coat and shakes his head with a frown, jabbing his thumb at Jasmine. If he so much as mentions her or what she's doing, it could set Rosie off and that's the last thing they need*
Gardio: *soft frustrated growl, then sits back down*
Lucille: Sorry boy. I need to get materials. I can't lay around and be useless... I have to. I don't have the leniency of being a poor-kicked puppy. *keeps marching past him*
Jasmine: (Whimpers with fear and tries to slink down into the warm water, wanting to submerge herself under it to hide from the booming voice overhead since water in her ears will muffle the noise, never mind her fears of being held underwater)
Ma: (Unfazed by the sudden shouting) “Do you need me to do anything?”
Donovan: (Sighs and pats Pirate’s head by his side)
Dogmeat: (Keeps following Lucille like the faithful puppy boi he is)
Gardio: *wants so badly to go after Lucille, but if he does, Ma will be left with Rosie. The girl scratched her badly already... he doesn't want to put her in that position again* ...Help us take care of Rosie?
Teshteal: I'm also here- you can go and we can take care of her-
Gardio: I'd rather not. At the moment the most dire person to tend to is Rosie... *still worrying about Lucille but he has to remind himself that his daughter is an adult* She needs multiple people to look after her.
Lucille: *looking for a settlement. Or a raider den. Either will do. The more materials the better. She chuckles wryly. The only person that bothered to try to stop her was Dogmeat. The dog.*
Jasmine: (Attempts to go under the water in the space besides her Dad, and she can hold her breath for several minutes if she takes in a deep breath of air)
Ma: (A little bit louder, seeking Nick’s approval to help with the girl) “Detective Valentine?”
Donovan: (Reentered the home, approaching Mamá Evie with a frown) “She was your niece first… You helped raised her from day one- you shouldn’t have to ask for permission to take care of her.”
Nick: I don't see any issue with you assisting with Rosie. You were her family before I was, after all. *starts draining the water to refresh it so he can rinse off her face, thwarting her attempt at becoming a mermaid in the process* Sorry, doll. After I refill it, okay?
Teshteal: *unlocks the door with a forgiving and cheery grin* Sorry for the precaution!
Gardio: *has a distraught look on his face despite deciding to prioritize the poor girl in the bathtub*
Lucille: *as she walks, she feels she's being watched. She glances at the forest in confusion* Hmm... Must be the fog.
Jasmine: (Whines dramatically when she’s kept from going under the water, looking like a wet long haired puppy with her soaked curls drooped over her face, almost rolled completely off Nick’s lap at this point)
Ma: (Enters the bathroom, a gentle expression on her face when she sees that Nick got into the tub to comfort his daughter, but then she sees Gardio, and she can’t help but to be concerned and kneel down next to him) “Are you alright…?”
Gardio: I'm concerned about my daughter... *sighs* But I have to remember she is an adult...
Lucille: *shrugs it off and keeps moving. She thinks there might be a raider den nearby*
???: *a massive thing moving in the distance. It's careful not to make a sound as it follows the woman*
Nick: *pulls her back into his lap and gives her a small kiss on the temple to ease her thoughts. The water is almost filled back up in the tub, so he takes to wiping the blood from her mouth and chest*
Ma: (Rests a comforting hand on Gardio’s shoulder) “An adult she is, and she’s making her own choices… But as parents, they still feel like our little babies no matter how old they get. I’m sorry, the worry always eats us away…”
Jasmine: (Doesn’t notice her aunt is in the room, now her attention is back on Dad, she was only upset because she wanted to hear him speak but he had refused. She coos at the kiss that erases her grumpiness away, resting her head back on his chest, her little arms wrapped around him)
Dogmeat: (Warning bark at the fog around them, his tail wagging)
Gardio: *nods sadly* I know... *reaches up and rests his hand over the one perched on his shoulder more as a sign of acceptance of her kind gesture than anything else* I still can't help but fret.
Nick: *The only reason he refused was because she didn't agree to the deal to let them treat her wounds. If she had said yes, he would have happily obliged*
Lucille: *turns, the lamps in her helmet lighting up the foggy distance. She raises the gun she lifted off of Kellogg* Who's there?
???: *doesn't move. Well hidden in the trees and brush of the woods. looks kind of like a boulder at night*
Ma: (Gently squeezes him) “The best thing you can do for her, is let her know that you’ll always be a safe space to fall back on when she needs it the most… That she can always come to you for help, she’ll never be too old for that. To calm your nerves in the meantime, you can try your best to prep yourself to help her when she does.”
Jasmine: (Sticks her thumb back into her mouth and stares up at Nick with interest, blinking slowly)
Dogmeat: (Alert bark, his tail sticking straight up in the air, slightly getting into pouncing position)
Gardio: *wants to fuss at his kid for sneaking out like she's a child... but that would only bring her lower... Maybe a big hug when she returns? Why did she leave? Did he underestimate how isolated she felt? How little she believed she was of use?* I will try to. Thank you.
Nick: Do you feel cleaner? More refreshed, doll?
Lucille: *steps closer to where Dogmeat is barking* Could be a Fog Crawler..... or a mirelurk.... God I hope it's not a fog crawler... That's the last thing I need, right now.
Jasmine: (Smiles beautifully up at her Dad, affectionately rubbing her cheek against him)
Ma: “That’s the absolute most we can do for our kids, try our best. It hurts when it doesn’t feel like it’s enough, but we aren’t alone in that feeling.” (Turns now to Nick) “Did you manage to clean her all up? You don’t need anymore help?”
Dogmeat: (Softly growls again, ready to attack at Lucille’s command if she calls for it that is, but it seems like the threat has moved on)
Nick: *seeing her smile so happily almost breaks his heart knowing they still have to tend to her more serious wounds, calmly despite it* We might need some assistance with her injuries and getting her dressed.
Gardio: *He can't help but still be troubled by the disparity between Nick's behavior around Rosie and Lucille. He looks at his old police partner- he's been nothing but capable since he came to. Maybe it would be alright if he did leave with Nick for just a moment... He too feigns a calm, if not very subtle stern tone addressing the synth detective* Actually, Nick. Why don't we let Mama Evita and Officer Rammstein tend to her wounds while we step out for a moment to get fresh clothes. Perhaps Donny can help-?
Teshteal: *irises turned to fear filled saucers* Does he have to...?
Gardio: Teshteal, we need the extra hands. There's not much of a choice.
Teshteal: O-okay... *To Ma, timidly, like an unsure child asking for assistance* Tía Evita? Can you make sure he doesn't talk about me and Joyce? I don't want to freeze up again...
Lucille: *starts straying from the path, looking around for whatever set Dogmeat on edge*
???: *quietly starts to move when the woman's back is turned from them. They keep an eye on how deep into the woods she travels in search of this unknown threat*
Jasmine: (Just cutely blinks at Nick with her innocent childlike eyes, unaware of what they are discussing, she’s gone back to playing with her Dad’s fingers curiously)
Ma: (Hums in agreement at Teshteal) “I very much can do that about my son… But for Rosie, I would like everyone to recall how upset she was when we first brought her here to treat her injuries.” (Referring to when Rosie pulled a hidden knife on Mama Evie back then, and now the girl has scratched her. It’s clear she needs two adult figures in the room with her whenever it comes to treating her wounds) “I do believe that it’ll take more helping hands to keep her calm.”
Radstag: (Comes bolting out of the trees, flying past the two)
Dogmeat: (Excited bark at the other creature)
Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Eight
Masterlist
Teshteal: *hides behind Gardio suddenly, sniffing the air to see if this person's friend or foe*
Gardio: *not sure why he's hiding suddenly since he knows the smaller man can easily kill a horde of super mutants*
Joyce: (Immediately notices and turns to face Teshteal, worry on her face) “Teshteal….?”
Donovan: (To the crew member) “Safe trip?” (Extends his hand for a handshake)
Crew Member: (Grips Donny’s arm with hers, flashing a friendly smile) “The waters got a little rough, but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle.” (Gestures behind her at the rest of the crew members who are starting to unload) “We’ve got everything on the list- along with some gifts from friends.”
Donovan: (Begins walking closer to the boat) “Is that so?”
Teshteal: *eyeing up and down the crew member. So far he smells the sea and the typical smell of gun powder that many a caravan person has. Hisses* Gifts? *listening and sniffing for anything that could be a bomb or a trojan crate*
Gardio: *notices Joyce's concerned look and extends a reassuring hand* He's likely on guard because it's a new person... *To crew member after adjusting his hat* Mind if I and my associate inspect the crates?
Lucille: *quietly blinks into the water as the lullaby ends, not sure how to handle her now relaxed and still state*
Ma: (Softly, like a mother speaking to her downhearted child) “Something on your mind, love?”
Lucille: Just not used to being this relaxed. *shrugs*
Ma: (Grabs some conditioner and a comb) “Is that so? You’re on the road a lot I take it?”
Joyce: (Inches closer to Teshteal, holding out her hand to him) “It’s okay- they are good friends of ours….” (Glances back at the boat) “Really good friends….”
Crew Member: (So confused about the glowing ghoul and the strange hissy gremlin behind him) “Uh…..” (Turns to Donny with wide eyes)
Donovan: (Shrugs his shoulders) “I mean…. It ain’t like they're hiding anything.” (Gestures at the crew members who are beginning to unload the boat onto the dock) “We’ve known these guys all their lives- their parents and even grandparents too.”
Boat Captain: (Waves to Donny from the top of the deck)
Donovan: (Smiles and waves back) “Yo Trenton! Ya didn’t happen to pack a bomb on the boat, hm?”
Trenton: (Shakes his head) “And hurt dear old Mama Evie? You think I’m trying to get my head to be served on a platter?”
Goats: (Bleat from inside the boat as if confirming the captains words)
Lucille: *nods* Very. I have settlements to maintain- *tenses up, remembering all the work she has to do on quite a few settlements* I need to get back to work soon-
Ma: (Frowns slightly hearing that) “Honey, remember what I said about slowing down to give yourself time?”
Teshteal: *slowly eases out from behind the large glowing one detective with extreme caution*
Gardio: *to the crew* If you say so. *still watching warily like the gargoyle he is*
Joyce: (Reaches to take her boyfriends hand, looking between both him and Gardio) “….Is something wrong?”
Crew Member: (Still looking at Donny nervously as she rushes to follow him) “Protective much?” (Gestures at the two newcomers who seems extra wary and cautious) “Are they…..?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head as he takes a crate from a crew member that hands it to him) “Nah, but you guys didn’t hire anyone new- right?”
Crew Member: (Also shakes her head) “Nope. Some old sea dogs as it’s always been.”
Donovan: “Good.” (Motions with his chin to a spot on the ground) “Just leave the crates and boxes there- and I’ll bring ‘em inside. You know how Ma likes everything organized.”
Crew Member: “You’re sure Donny…? We can help with the sorting?”
Donovan: (Remembering Jasmine and how jumpy she is) “Nawh- I’ve got it. Besides, don’t you guys have other places to be?”
Teshteal: New people. I need to be careful that they aren't vault operatives or that I don't hurt innocent people.
Gardio: *to Teshteal* They seem like decent people-
Teshteal: *shakes his head* Not just that, I sense... something off out here. Hard to place right now. *tail twitches anxiously*
Lucille: *quietly* This isn't enough time...?
Ma: (Smiles sadly down at her, gently squeezing her hand that she never let go of) “No my dear- three days is not enough for what you went through and neither is one soothing bath.”
Lucille: That's what worked in the past. I don't see why it doesn't work now. *shrugs*
Joyce: (Looks around at the people helping with unloading the cargo) “But what’s wrong about this?”
Trenton: (Comes out with a small bundle- too small to be a baby but it’s some sort of little creature) “Joyce? Sweetheart- look who’s here.”
Joyce: (Eyes widen as she begins to approach the boat captain instead, carefully taking the bundle from him)
Donovan: (Stopped helping with unloading the crates just to watch, smiling at his little sister)
Joyce: (Squeals with excitement as she beams down at the little bundle) “Ohhhhhhh!!!! She’s adorable!!!”
Teshteal: *ears perk up and and curiosity gets the best of him so he carefully approaches Joyce to see what... or rather who she's holding. He completely forgot her question already*
Joyce: (Beams up at her boyfriend, leaning towards him to show her little bundle of joy)
The Bundle: (Contains the tiny wiggly form of a baby panda ferret who’s no older than eight weeks old)
Joyce: (Squeals as she coos down at the little noodle, scratching under its chin) “Isn’t she just the cutest!?!?”
Trenton: (Smiles at Joyce and backs off to talk with Donovan, his face getting slightly more serious)
Ma: (Tenderly as she pets Lucille’s hair) “Oh honey- that ain’t a good way to function. It is like I said before- you’re human and it’s not fair to treat yourself as less. You need rest, for both your mental and physical health.”
Lucille: That's lovely and all but I have people who depend on me. They need supplies- Defenses! I can't just lay around for a week when they're waiting on materials that could very well save their lives!
Ma: (Raises a brow at this) “Huh, If I didn’t know any better I would say you sound like you’re raising a bunch of orphaned children. Are that weak and helpless? Isn’t there someone else who can give them a hand? You’re just one person, sweetheart. You can’t do it all.” (Fearful that Lucille will crumble again under more pressure)
Teshteal: *eyes go big- as large as saucers- at the teeny little panda noodle. He resists the urge to pick her up and lifts her up above his head in awe* A little baby panoodle...! *cupping both sides of his face, trying to contain his joy. He forgets about his apprehension completely thanks to the precious little ferret*
Joyce: “Panoodle!!!!!” (Looks like she’s attempting to contain her joy just as much as Teshteal, giving a bunch of little kisses down to her new baby)
Pirate: (Running and jumping around to greet everyone as if they were old friends, tail wagging like crazy)
Trenton: (Beckons Donovan to follow him while Joyce is distracted, picking up a crate of food that is meant to go inside)
Donovan: (Gives one quick look to his little sister as he also picks up a crate to carry inside, following the captain) “What’s up?”
Trenton: “I’ve got something for ya….”
Lucille: *purses her lips in thought and goes silent in thought for a moment. Quietly* Who's going to build the defenses...? The walls...? No one else does it but me... *head spins as she begins to spiral from how much the Commonwealth depends on solely her*
Ma: (Squeezes Lucille’s hand again as even more worry floods her face) “My sweet…..” (Gently cups Lucille’s cheek with her other hand to try and get her attention before she loses the young woman) “Lucille, look at me please.”
Lucille: ... *looks up ever so slightly, her mismatched eyes trying to focus on Ma despite her spiraling thoughts on all the responsibility thrown on her*
Ma: (Gently strokes Lucille’s cheek with her thumb, her face soft and comforting) “Are you with me, sweetie?”
Teshteal: *cooing at the tiny panda noodle. Doesn't believe he's seen anything so cute in his life*
Joyce: (Moves to huddle in closer to her boyfriend again so he can get a better look at the little wiggly gal) “She’s so little!!!” (Slightly holds the bundle out so Teshteal can hold the baby if he wants)
Donovan: “Good or bad?”
Trenton: “Wish I could say good news- but sadly it ain’t…..”
Donovan: (Feels a weight of dread and exhaustion build up in his chest at that) “Oh…..”
Teshteal: *takes the baby panoodle into his arms and gently nuzzles her soft fur with his nose* So soft and sweet! *stops for a moment, admiring the adorable ball of fluff* What are you going to name her?
Joyce: (Proudly) “Gertie!!! She’s from the same mother as Gilbert!!!”
Gertie: (Gives a very tiny lick on the gremlins nose, her little paws poking out of the swaddle she’s in)
Donovan: (Sets the crate down on the kitchen counter, walking over to check on the slowly simmering pot of broth)
Trenton: (Looks like he’s dreading to bare whatever news he has to the ghoul)
Jasmine: (Whimpers ever so slightly in her sleep, also feeling a heavy load start to weigh down on her shoulders and ropes snag at her ankles- trying to pull her down in her dreams once more….. But she can also feel something else…. Something she can’t quit put her finger on…. But it’s present)
Teshteal: *giggles at the tiny ferret kiss* Awe! He's got a little sister now! *gently holds one of her tiny paws in his fingers* Wook at her wittle hands!
Joyce: (Practically shining brighter than the sun itself) “She’s so stinking cute that imma die!!!”
Gertie: (Looking between the two squealers curiously, so confused on what’s going on)
Crew Members: (Keep unloading all the goods and eventually they stroll on out with a half dozen or so sheep and goats with their young, the creatures bleating as the clamor along)
Jasmine: (Attempts to free herself from the chains that are tying and pulling her down as she feels the crushing weight of the world on bare down on her shoulders- partly recognizing that she’s dreaming and her troubles are manifesting themselves into it. She struggles for a bit, tears forming on her waterline and she’s about to scream with frustration but then she feels like what seems to be a gentle kiss on her head from behind and she freezes- hearing a low hum in the distance of her dreamworld)
Teshteal: *blinks for a moment, tail twitching upward when he realizes something. Whispers* I think we might be scaring her with all our cooing. *to the baby ferret as quietly as he possibly can* Sorry.
Joyce: (Hums lowly as her emerald eyes widen) “Ooops…..” (Reaches out to gently stroke her new baby’s face again) “Sorry Gertie….”
Gertie: (Also licks Joyce’s fingers with her tiny tongue when she can)
Lucille: Trying to be... *thoughts race on what settlement still needs what resource and how many turrets she needs to assign to another and so on...* Hard to stop when it's all you've been able to think about for the last year and a half....
Ma: (Softly) “And you do it all completely on your own? For over a year and a half now?”
Lucille: *nods grimly* No one helps...
Ma: (Heart just about snaps all over again and she has half a mind to go down to these settlements and give them an earful because poor Lucille seems to have enough trouble as it is) “It really is no wonder that you’re so overworked. But I’m sure we can work something out that doesn’t involve you trudging all around to try and fix everyone’s problems.”
Jasmine: (Her hands that were once firmly clasping Nicks shirt start to move a bit to grope behind him despise nothing being there) “Mhmmm……”
Dogmeat: (Sniffs the girl when she does this, whining softly)
Jasmine: (Eyes sparkle in her dream world as the humming gets closer and it’s unmistakeable of what it is to her) “Mamá…..” (And just like that- the weight starts to get lifted off her shoulders and her ties start to become undone)
Nick: *to dogmeat calmly* I see it, boy. Problem is- I don't want to wake her. *senses the presence himself, though for him it's more like an unknown source of heat or warmth other than the sun*
Gardio: *observing from the distance. From the sound of things, the goods involve livestock and he doesn't want to risk contaminating them with his radiation*
Teshteal: *gentle smile, or as gentle as it can be with his sharp teeth at Gertie*
Lucille: Good luck getting people to listen... If it's not farming or guard duty or some other slightly menial task, then it's all on me to keep up these places.
Ma: (Huffs slightly when she hears that) “Well that sounds to me plain unfair on your side. They cannot really expect one woman to help now can they?”
Gertie: (Licks her nose as she gazes up between Joyce and Teshteal, seemingly unbothered by Teshteal appearance since he’s friendly)
Joyce: (Nose scrunches slightly) “I think Gilbert isn’t going to be too happy- he’s spoiled that way.”
Jasmine: (Shakes off her remaining shackles in her dream and looks around with wide kitten eyes) “Mamá!!!!” (She listens for the humming, but it sounds like it’s coming from all directions so she picks one and starts running) “Mami!!!!!” (She feels another soft breath and kiss on the back of her neck this time as she runs- fueling her determination. She misses her mother so damn much….)
Dogmeat: (Noses his way on in closer to the teen as she continues to try and grab something behind Nick while kicking her feet)
Nick: Oh- Hold on, doll... *wraps his arms around her to keep her from knocking the both of them off of the lounge chair and starts rubbing her back to soothe her excitement*
Teshteal: *quiet huff* What is Gilbert to do? She'll have to live in the same house. *emphatically raises his hands, as if performing a fool in a play shrugging off a joke or a jab*
Joyce: (Giggles at Teshteal, squeezing Gertie’s bundle slightly) “You’re right. He’ll have to grow to love his little sister. Besides- I’m sure she smells like their mother.” (Sniffs the little noodle to confirm her thoughts- Gertie smelling exactly like baby Gilbert when she first got him)
Lucille: *shrugs in defeat* Apparently, they can... Doesn't matter. I like building-
Ma: (Shakes her head in disapproval at these people as she mutters something under her breath, tapping the bottom of Lucille’s chin) “I’m sure you do honey- but too much strain on one person will cause them to crumble. So no- they can’t be asking you to do everything for them. You have your own life to manage too.”
Jasmine: (Somewhat feels Nicks gentle rubs in her sleep, but she cannot really contain herself as she feels the softest of touches caress the side of her face and she runs even faster towards a bright beacon of light in the distance. Behind her she can almost hear and feels her troubles calling out to her, but the light is driving it all away for her) “Mamá!!!”
Nick: *confused- she's usually only this active in her sleep when she's having a nightmare and yet, she doesn't seem distressed*
Teshteal: *sniffs* She does smell kind of similar to the little guy...
Gardio: *still still as a statue. One would assume he is one*
Joyce: (Takes in a deep inhale of Gertie, rocking back and forth happily) “Baby ferret smell!!!”
Lucille: *mutters quietly* What life... I had a life before the war and now what? I blew up the institute- but that's all I'll ever be known for.... *splashes the water in a fit of frustration* The one who obliterated the boogeyman of the commonwealth while graciously giving homes to those who need them.
Ma: “Correct me if I am wrong- but I believe that ‘your life’ consists of the same people who helped talk you out of ending it so soon and have taken care of you.” (Tenderly rakes her fingers through Lucille’s purple hair) “They make up your life and you make up theirs in turn. That is what family is. You take care of one another and watch each others hearts and wellbeing.”
Lucille: *eyes sting with tears. She tries to hide it by averting her gaze. She doesn't know if she has the strength to return the favor to the people who do care... And now she wonders if she's failed each and every one of them, now*
Jasmine: (Hums along with the song the voice of her mother is singing- recognizing it immediately as one of the many lullabies she’d sing. It twists her heartstrings a bit, but she cannot help the smile on her face) “Mami….” (She stops running but doesn’t stop squirming to escape in real life, closing her eyes to bask in the warmth she’s feeling throughout her body)
Nick: *still holding his squirming daughter as still as he can. He keeps petting her back to comfort her*
Ma: (Smiles kindly down at the young woman) “You know- people often ask me why I do what I do. Why I devote everything I am to being a caretaker and mother when I seemingly get little in return for walking sometime walking into a blaze that could leave me with less than what I had before. What they don’t understand is that I do get something in return each and every time. I get the irreplaceable joy of seeing my babies and loved ones flourish and glow over time even in the tiniest ways. That will fill me up more than gold and glory ever wil even if it’s in the tiniest of ways like a simple glitter in their eyes in the morning at breakfast or the peaceful look on their face as they sleep in comfort.” (Gently taps the bottom of Lucille’s chin once more before she moves her hand up to tuck her short hair behind her ears even if there isn’t much to do so) “That’s what any good parent wants from their kid. I can say that your father is no different. And if I end up with taking a hard loss or a couple of hits, well then so be it. Love is the sacrifices we make for each other anyways. And if you’re wondering what you’re sacrificing here for this love- it’s that little piece of you that you keep trying to hide away from everyone. That little piece of you that’s human, tired and just wants peace and rest. Yes, that piece of you that you think is unwanted and not worth it is still precious because it’s a part of you, my love.”
Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at how loving his girlfriend is over this small creature*
Joyce: (Bounces and pats her little bundle of joy- then glances back at the house) “I wonder how we should play this out with Gilbert….”
Jasmine: (Mumbling hoarsely as she paws midair) “Mamá…. Come back…. Please….” (Kicks her feet a bit harder) “Lo siento Mami, lo mucho siento. Por favor….. Don’t leave me alone- you know I hate it….”
Translation: “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m very sorry. Please.”
Dogmeat: (Sniffles the squirming girl some more with big puppy eyes of confusion and concern because she’s making strange sounds)
The Voice: (Whispers ever so softly and comfortingly into the broken teens ear, wrapping her up in a hug of warmth and security) “Chiquilla bonita. Llegaste del cielo en un tren del amor. Tu alegre sonrisa. Me enseña en la vida, el camino mejor….”
Translation: “Pretty girly. You arrived from heaven on a train of love. You’re happy smile. It teaches me the better things in life.”
Jasmine: (Feels her heart both flood with overwhelming joy and crack into a million little pieces when she registers that- having not understood why her mother had been so adamant on singing that song to her during her prewar days…. But now it’s just becoming clear. She has to find her mother- she has to say sorry) “I’m sorry Mamá…..” (She hugs her dream self tightly and rocks back and forth on her feet, taking a couple of slow steps to follow the voice but once again it’s coming from all directions)
Nick: *whispers* What's going on in that pretty little head of yours...?
Teshteal: Hrm... Slowly? Like a cat?
Gardio: *nods*
Lucille: *lips tremble before burying her face in her hands. She wishes she COULD rest but the consequences of that feel too great*
Ma: (Softly) “Whatcha thinking about, my sweet?” (Gently allows her hand to rest on Lucille’s shoulder, looking on at the young woman with concern and understanding)
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Joyce: (Glances between Gardio and Teshteal) “I suppose so- but knowing my little stinker he’ll come running the moment he senses someone else taking up my attention then throw a tantrum.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Jasmine: (Mewls like a lost kitten looking for their mother because she essentially is, her dream self wandering aimlessly through an empty field to find a dead woman whom she swears she can feel in her heart and hear in the distance. She smiles despite being lost- because she knows that her mother is close by and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on her child) “Where are you?”
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Ma: “Oh cariño…” (Her mother instincts take ahold and she immediately drops to her knees besides the poor young woman, gently draping her arm around Lucille’s shoulder to pull her into a hug that she can easily pull out of if she desires) “Sssssh, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll figure things out all together. You can only shoulder so much on your own until you crack and crumble- but that’s what your family is here for.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Joyce: (Turns back to the lighthouse in thought, then back down at the tiny kit once more) “Well- he’s gonna have to at least tolerate her. Hopefully he quickly learns that there’s plenty of love to go around. Plus it’s not good for ferrets to be alone.”
Teshteal: *making kissy faces and baby noises at the baby ferret... his ears pick up a rustling noise in the distance of the woods but the size tells him it might be a wild animal of some kind*
Jasmine: (Suddenly perks upright from Nicks chest as if she was summoned, her hands firmly planted on his shoulders so she can steady herself as her big magical doe eyes scan the area expectingly. They gloss over both Nick and Dogmeat as if they weren’t there- obviously she’s looking for something else) “Mamá…..” (She can still feel the warmth in her heart and the prickle of a ghostly kiss on the back of her head….. But where is her mother?)
Nick: *looks where she is. His sensors pick up a faint impression of... something but it's hard to get a reading. He briefly considers heading to Acadia for calibration if not for Jasmine's behavior. Kindly, out of confusion* What about her, doll?
Lucille: *sobs into the older woman's arms*
Ma: (Locks Lucille into her strong and comforting embrace that many people had sought solace in before) “Sssshh, it’s okay. Just let it all out.”
Jasmine: (Pouts a bit when she can’t find her mother, then she tilts her head at another prickle on her cheek. She then makes grabby hands up in the air while leaning over the side of the chair, almost like she’s trying to leap out of her fathers arms)
Nick: Woah, hold on there... *pulls her back a little, unsure exactly why she's trying to leap out of the seat at nothing. Granted, it seems better than the wild thrashing from before, but it doesn't make him any less concerned about her current behavior*
Gardio: *decides that the two lovebirds should be fine so he walks back to the lighthouse to try and be of some help. He approaches the two men* If there's any cargo that isn't food or livestock to haul in or set up, I'd be willing to help.
Donovan: (Looks frazzled about something but slowly nods his head, a bottle of broth in hand) “Yeah…. Yeah, that would be nice thank you….” (He walks over to the other ghoul, holding out the bottle to him) “Give this to Detective Valentine before you go, please.”
Trenton: (Leaning against the wall, looking down in deep thought, staring Donny’s expression of worry)
Gardio: Will do. *gives an affirming nod then gives Donny a reassuring but heavy pat on the shoulder, giving him just a little radiation as a boost to help ease his frazzled nerves before he heads on up to the roof*
Donovan: (Gives a weak smile at Gardio as he leaves, then sighs heavily)
Joyce: (Goes back to squealing happily over the little one) “Oooooh, she’s too perfect!!! I can’t get enough of her sweet little face!!!”
Gertie: (Gazes up at Teshteal and Joyce, licking her nose some more)
Teshteal: *licks his own nose with his long tongue to mimic Gertie*
Gertie: (Seems fascinated by the two people in front of her, especially by the strange gremlin man mimicking her by licking his own nose)
Joyce: (Giggles some more, this time at her boyfriend) “Ack, you’re cute as well!!!”
Jasmine: (Whines when she’s kept from leaping into the air but she doesn’t seem too upset, just tries to do it again while still making grabby hands at nothing)
Nick: *sighs, knowing if he tries to snap her out of it, she'll just grow more distressed* I can't just let you go- you might hurt yourself... Maybe your mama will come closer to hold you.
Gardio: *walks up the stairs to the roof and raises an eyebrow in confusion at the girl making grabby hands in the air. It's a stark contrast to the screaming and thrashing from before. He very carefully approaches and speaks calmly so he doesn't spook her* I have broth for her.
Teshteal: *turns to her and licks his nose like he's some sort of big cat then makes a tiny chirping noise with his mouth- being the silliest of sillies to make his angel laugh*
Joyce: (Shrieks with laughter at her goofball of a boyfriend, putting a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her laughter that can be heard across the ocean)
Teshteal: *grins at how much that simple noise made her happy* I could gobble her and Gilbert up like a couple of extra big noodles! *Playfully licks his lips*
Jasmine: (Looks over at Gardio when she hears his voice and blinks slowly, then turns to her father, then back to the space up in the area she was looking at) “Mamá….” (She wiggles in her dads arms, patting on his shoulder to try and make her let go, then makes her grabby hands to be picked up by whatever she’s looking at)
Dogmeat: (Whines with confusion, trying to lick the girl)
Gardio: *finally next to the chair. He sets the bottle down next to Nick* Here... Do you think she'll drink it in this state?
Nick: I haven't a clue... *to Jasmine* Hey, kitten. Do you think your Mama would be happy if you drank this broth? *picks up the bottle and holds it up* I think she would. *gently smiling at her*
Jasmine: “Mamá….” (Takes her eyes off the air with a wistful and somber, deep longing look in her eyes, letting her hands rest back on her Dads shoulders as she turns to look at him. She tilts her head to one side, then seems to register that it’s him and she breaks out into a warm smile)
Nick: *smiles just as warmly back, relieved to se that she's isn't suffering for once* It's good to see that smile. Would you like some broth? *Offers it to her once more to see if she'll take it or not*
Gardio: *amazed that the girl looks so at peace. He glances over at the spector she was making grabby hands at a second ago*
Nick: *thinks to himself* So he can see it, too? Well that means it's not a simple calibration issue...
Jasmine: (Softly) “Daddy….” (Gently presses her forehead to his while putting a hand on his cheek, sighing softly, not acknowledging what he’s offering her)
The Object: (Appears to be a misty ball of white light up in the sky, now fading out so it’s almost completely transparent)
Nick: *sighs and sets the bottle down* I suppose not... *Reaches up with his bad hand and strokes her cheek, then attempts to brush a stray hair from her face* Hey, kiddo.
Gardio: *watching as it disappears, wondering what or who that could have been... Whatever it was seemed to have a calming effect on the girl. Quietly he turns to and starts for the stairs* I'm going to help Donny. I promised him that I'd help.
Jasmine: (Hums happily in greeting, sighing as she slinks down to rest her head against Nicks chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his inner workings while the sun shines over them. She’s still tired, like her body is light years away from being fully recharged)
Joyce: “Oooohhh- I so hope they get along well!!! I would love to have a ferret snuggle session!!!”
Teshteal: *looks up and notices Gardio's left* We should... Probably go back. Dio left- *slight panic enters his voice* Why did he leave-?
Joyce: (Looks around) “Hm, I don’t know. Maybe he went to help Donny with the stuff.”
Teshteal: Yeah... *Shaking a little. He can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end again* I don't feel safe out here, though... Let's head back. *Turns to the lighthouse*
Joyce: (Seems concerned but she follows along) “Errrrrm…. Okay then. But can I ask, why don’t you feel safe?”
Teshteal: *glances at the ship* I don't know those people. I don't know if they're from that hellish place. *Already walking along*
Joyce: (Walks alongside him, confused) “What place? These our Ma and Donny’s friends, they’ve known them for a long time.”
Donovan: (Already putting away some of the stuff he brought in, raising his head when Gardio pokes his head in) “Handed it off?”
Gardio: As good as done. She still seemed sleepy though... *Fully steps into the kitchen* What do you need help with bringing in?
Donovan: (Rubs his forehead for a moment, then starts walking to the door past Gardio) “The stuff with the storage labels go into the basement, the kitchen labels go the kitchen, and the rest into the living room. Mama will sort them out later.”
Jasmine: (Her eyes click up to her father as she rests, lifting a hand to gently touch the side of his neck where there’s a large gash, humming a bit sadly and with concern)
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Nick: *tenderly takes her hand in his right* Don't worry. My sealants still seem to be intact... *Mutters, thinking about all the times Lucille led them into a flooded building* So far...
Teshteal: The place that turned me into this. The place that made my life hell the moment I stepped in it- *the slits of his eyes narrow with dread as the sound of commands, shouts, and manipulative sweet urgings grow louder and louder*
Gardio: Got it... And none of these would be damaged or tainted easily with radiation?
Jasmine: (Still eyes up her Dad with concern, blinking slowly at the patches and worn down skin on his neck and face)
Joyce: (Timidly, taking and squeezing Gertie’s bundle to her chest) “Teshteal? You okay…?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “Nawh, the crates and containers they are in are sealed tight. Should be all good.”
Nick: *sees where she's eyeing and waves it away, as if shooing a fly* Eh, cosmetic... Don't worry yourself with it. *Wry laugh* I'll get it replaced, one day. Haven't seen a need to, yet... *Readjusts his hold on her so she's more comfortable* How about you focus on getting some sleep and I'll think about that, hm?
Gardio: *starts moving the the crates to their new and proper homes as Donny instructed. Taking great care not to drop any of their precious belongings*
Teshteal: No. I'll never be okay... *Spiralling* Why would I deserve that? I've always been a terrible excuse for a person. I couldn't even do simple tasks without messing up! How have I survived this long? Are the people on the boat spies? Soldiers operating on a code word? Is everyone in danger? Are they after me-?
Jasmine: (Is now also focused on his bad hand that she siezes and brings up to her face, playing with his fingers curiously)
Donovan: (Goes outside to bring in more crates, walking a bit slowly)
Joyce: (Gets even more worried and stops walking) “Teshteal? No- you'll be okay, you’re not a terrible person…”
Nick: *softly hums* Try not to pinch yourself on the joints... *Keeping his hand slack so she can play as she likes*
Gardio: *soon as most of the items neatly stacked where they need to be. He starts getting in a rhythm with Donny, taking them from the younger man's hands and eventually noticing his slow pace* Are you alright? You seem sluggish with a few of these packages.
Teshteal: *crouches in the middle of the path, his tail swishing wildly* Th-then why do I keep getting these thoughts to kill or hurt everyone around me? Why do I want to act on them?! Do I actually love you? *He grips and tugs at his hair* Or is that just a means to a horrific end?! Why do they still control me-?!
Jasmine: (Toys with his fingers, tilting her head curiously while humming a note in question, wondering what happened to the skin on his hand)
Donovan: “Hm? Oh, I’m alright…. Just thinking about things….” (Gives Gardio another forced smile and nod) “I’ve gotta help Ma set up the large clawfoot tub they brought for her in her master bathroom, I want her to be able to have that spa bath she talked about.”
Joyce: (Swallows hard, her voice shaking. She wants to be able to spit out something wise for her boyfriend to ponder, but she can’t find the right words. So she goes back to what she only knows) “Teshteal? Can you take some deep breaths? You’re safe here….” (Wonders if she should run and go find Gardio or Nick)
Teshteal: *he tries to take a deep breath, but somehow chokes on it and swears between coughs. Despite this, he keeps trying to breathe deeply, eventually succeeding*
Gardio: Would you like some help with that? I can install the tub, too. It wouldn't be a problem at all for me in fact. *flashes a confident but also helpful smile* It's the least I could do to repay you all for housing us.
Nick: *sensing the question hinted at by that solitary hum* Lost that doing repairs on Diamond City. Or at least that's what I would say if it weren't from another model. Seems we generation 2 synths can't keep the skin on our bones.
Joyce: (Breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that it’s working, lightly petting his messy hair) “You’re okay…. We’re safe here…. We can go inside and get you a cup of some nice cold water.”
Donovan: (Looks at Gardio with partial astonishment) “Really? You can do that?”
Jasmine: (Nods her head slowly to show that she understands, then lightly runs her fingers near the gash on his neck, her eyes flickering to him expectingly)
Teshteal: *flinches a little, not expecting the comforting gesture. He leans into it, much like a cat headbutting their owner's hand. Softly* Okay... I'm sorry...
Gardio: Of course! Wouldn't be the first time I've hauled a tub up a set of stairs. I did that in my old settlement a few of times for folks. *Gestures vaguely with a tilt of his head as he hauls another crate to the kitchen* Just point me to the tub, where you want it, the plumbing supplies, and the water supply and a I'll have it done by the end of the day!
Nick: That's a combination of a lot of hard detective work, living in the ruins, and, you'd guess it, fixing up Diamond City... *Pets her head with his good hand*
Joyce: “It’s alright, here….” (Holds out her hand to him with a gentle and understanding smile) “Let’s go inside.”
Donovan: (Rubs the back of his head) “The tub is probably still on the dock and you can ask someone to help you wheel it in. The tub goes into the bathroom in Ma’s room and I’ll let her know so that you don’t give her a fright. The rest of the stuff should be in a little utility room in the basement.”
Jasmine: (Looks up at her Dad with her sparkling amber eyes that catch the sunlight and reflect beautifully, smiling at him, still toying with his bad hand)
Teshteal: *slowly takes her hand and lets her head him to the house*
Gardio: Understood. *Flashes a confident smile as he makes his way to the door. As he passes by the pair, his look shifts to concern. He doesn't stop walking, keeping mind of his deadline*
Nick: *taken back by the honey colored eyes before fondly smiling at her. Again, he's just happy to see that she's in such good spirits for once.*
Joyce: (Shifts the little bundle in her arms, gently squeezing her boyfriends hand, leading him back to the house)
Donovan: (Waves him off and just kinda stands there in the living room for a moment, taking a deep breath)
Jasmine: (Cutely scrunches her nose, whatever that light was surely brightened her soul back up, it’s even reflected in her eyes that aren’t resembling a haunted doll at the moment)
Nick: *wonders if this is the most she's been this calm and hopeful since they first met, not counting the trip through her memories*
Gardio: *reaches the dock and eyes the huge crate containing the tub. He approaches the crew working the boat with a wave* Mind if I get some help hauling this to the lighthouse? *He thinks he hears the brush rustle behind him, but shrugs it off as a gust of wind blows through the nearby treetops*
Teshteal: *face goes red, looking at their joined hands, both flustered and embarrassed simultaneously. Flustered because of the contact. Embarrassed for his breakdown just moments before*
Joyce: (Leads him inside to the kitchen, opening the fridge to browse what’s inside, deciding to take out a small pitcher of what appears to be lemonade) “Want some of this too? Or just water?”
Crewman: “Yup. It’s too bad we don’t have our forklift.” (Motions for everyone nearby to gather around the crate that’s on wheels so they can push and pull it with rope)
Jasmine: (Softly, and hoarsely because of her screaming and crying earlier) “You okay?”
Nick: I'm more than okay- you seem to be doing better and that's done me a world of good in itself!
Gardio: That is a shame. *Clucks as he walks along the tub* I'll push. *Gets behind the crate and braces himself against it, squatting so his legs do all the work* When you're all ready.
Teshteal: *sniffs the pitcher. It's definitely lemonade adjacent* I'll take it.
Lucille: *heaves a deep, relieved breath, the pressure worked out of her system* Thank you, Mama Evie...
Jasmine: (Searches her fathers eyes for a moment before nodding, glancing down at herself, then their surroundings, trying to catch up on what the hell is even going on)
Crewman: “Alright then. One…. Two…. Three!!!” (With that they all start pull on the crate to haul it up to the lighthouse with Gardios help)
Joyce: (Takes out two glasses and pours herself and Teshteal some lemonade, handing him his glass with her still warm smile) “Here you go!”
Ma: (Tenderly, stroking Lucille’s head) “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Nick: If you're wondering why you're up here, you crawled onto the roof from the window.
Teshteal: *accepts the glass, his hand trembles but he feigns a smile as he sips the tangy drink*
Gardio: *with his strength they make short work of it. Before they know it, they're at the doorstep* Good work! Thank you for the help! *Considers talking to Donny to see if there's anything they can do to pay them back extra for their service*
Lucille: ...I think I'm ready to get out of the bath, now...
Jasmine: (Looks like she’s about to ask more questions but then she hears voices coming from the bottom of the house and she gets spooked since she’s underdress, snagging her dads coat that Ma had brought up earlier to throw over her, curling up to her dad for safety)
Joyce: (Takes and squeezes his hand in hers, beaming at him as she drinks her lemonade)
Crewman: “No problem. Anything for the good mother.” (Starts to walk back the house with the others to finish the rest of the stuff)
Donovan: (Comes up from the basement where he was putting away more stuff)
Ma: (Nods and rises from the chair to grab a large towel for Lucille, offering her arm for support) “Okay honey, just move slowly for me and don’t put pressure on your ankle.”
Nick: *laughs a little and rubs her shoulder* Don't worry, doll. I got ya... I think I'm the only person in earshot if you're wandering what's going on.
Gardio: *goes down to the basement, quickly locating the utility room and fetching a crowbar to free the tub from its wooden prison. It isn't long before he's on the front step again and doing just that*
Teshteal: *blushes again, his ears pricking up a little... Quietly* I get so flustered around you... *Takes an awkward small sip of his drink*
Lucille: *wry laugh at that* I've walked on worse- *Attempts to rise but nearly falls over from the shooting pain in her ankle. She supports herself with the side of the tub*
Jasmine: (Shivers with fright and because she’s actually cold for once, huddling up to the warm safety that is dad. She peeps just her head out so she can look up at Nick and breath better, tightly clinging to him)
Donovan: (Had walked into the kitchen and raises a brow at the two) “Having a drink?”
Joyce: (Giggles and nods, balancing Gertie’s bundle in the crook of her arm) “Yup- drinking some of the lemonade I helped Mama make.”
Ma: (Firmly) “But under my watch you won’t. Come here.” (Puts her arm under Lucille’s so she can guide her out of the tub and onto the chair)
Nick: Cold? I think this broth here is still warm enough to do some good if you'll take it... *Jerks his head at the bottle as he rubs the small of her back*
Teshteal: *turns an even darker shade of red as he keeps the drink to his mouth, hoping it can hide his face. He doesn't even remember if Donny knows about their relationship*
Gardio: *props open the door then takes in a few deep breaths and lifts the giant tub on his own, occasionally grunting as he carries it through the house to its final designation*
Lucille: *hangs onto the older woman for support. She mentally curses the state her body is currently in- unable to support its own weight*
Jasmine: (Blinks up at Nick, her eyes getting a light mist to them) “Tainted….?”
Donovan: (Chuckles and waves a teasing finger at Joyce and Teshteal) “No closed doors.”
Joyce: (Rolls her eyes) “I’m not twelve! Plus- Gilbert wouldn’t allow anything anyways.”
Ma: (In one fast and fluid motion she wraps Lucille in the blanket and plucks her out of the water, seating her in the chair) “There we go, now ya can dry off and get dressed.”
Nick: What? Tainted...? *A horrific realization of what she means dawns on him, but instead he firmly shakes his head* I doubt Donny would do that to you... But it if makes you feel better, I'll test it for you *Reaches for the bottle, tips it, then massages the top. A couple drops of the broth lands in his mouth. He mimes chewing to get a better sense of the flavor then tilts his head* No, not tainted. There's a bunch of salt and herbs. But other than that, it's your run of the mill beef broth. *Offers the bottle to her*
Teshteal: *panicking a little. He's definitely stronger than a ferret and there's always the risk of losing himself to the programming looming over his head. He just keeps sipping his lemonade, pretending everything's fine. He's caused enough trouble, for now.*
Lucille: *blinks with slightly wide eyes. For a moment she reexamines all the scars on her body, then she reaches up to her hair and lets out a mild gasp... It's gotten a bit longer since she's cut it, last.* Another thing I'm going to have to take care of later, I guess... *Starts to reach for her clothes*
Gardio: *managed to get it all the way up to Ma's bathroom. He heaves a sigh of relief once it's out of his arms. He wipes his hands together and presses them on his hips as he assesses the situation before getting the tools*
Jasmine: (Stares at her dad almost in astonishment now) “Donny….” (Covers her mouth and mumbles something into it that sounds foreign, then giggles as she closes her eyes) “Donny….” (Opens her eyes with a disoriented expression, banging the side of her forehead with the palm of her hand, trying to get herself to process things better. Her head hurts and so does her stomach, but it’s probably hunger at this point. She takes the bottle into her mouth and slowly starts to suck, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something)
Donovan: (Gestures at Gertie in her bundle, approaching so he can see the new little one) “Aaawww, she’s so precious.” (Reaches out to gives the baby some scritches on the top of her head)
Gertie: (Leans into it and closes her eyes, licking her nose again)
Joyce: (Excitedly, lemonade dribbling down her chin) “I know!!! She’s more adorable than I ever could’ve imagined!!!”
Ma: (Offers Lucille some lotion if she wants it) “I could give you a haircut later, honey. I have all the tools, but you did just take a shower. Unless you’re one of those who don’t feel like ants are all over them after a haircut and don’t have the need to take a rinse.”
Ma’s Room: (Pretty large since it’s the master bedroom and well decorated, a distinct scent of flowers in the air. There’s a big bed with luscious pillows and sheets positioned at the left wall with two nightstands on each side of it, but only one of them is full of stuff while the other remains bare besides a lamp. Her rocking chair is besides a collection of books, a TV, and holotapes of what seem to be playlists of songs from the labels that are either titles of full albums or specially mixed playlists, in both English and Spanish. Also a few movies and shows are mixed in there. There’s a large vanity besides the walk-in closet that’s lined with different perfumes and other ladies trinkets. She also has a sewing station set up complete with a high grade sewing machine and an adjustable dress form. The rest of the room is decorated with a rug and a few decor items and her walls are plastered with photos of different people of varying ages from infants to older folks, sometimes Ma is in posing those photos with Donny also making an appearance)
Ma’s Bathroom: (A dreamy pink bathroom with patterns of hearts on the walls. On the floor are matching bath mats and matching towels are hung up on the walls. There’s a empty spot in the little indent meant for a tub that had long been removed to make way for the new one)
Lucille: Yeah, you're right. I would get pretty itchy. *Accepts the lotion and starts to rub it on herself before putting on her clothes completely*
Nick: *glad to see she's drinking something without much fuss. He does wonder what's on her mind but he's not going to interrupt her*
Teshteal: *notices the lemonade dribbling down her chin and finally puts down the cup, dashing for a hand towel then, with a surprising delicate and gentle touch, dabs the liquid dry from her face. Sweetly* Swallow next time before you speak... Okay?
Gardio: *a little awestruck when he can finally fully view the room upon return. He feels like he just stepped into a movie... Then has to remind himself that over 200 years ago, people had lusciously decorated and populated rooms like these... He takes a moment to admire the sewing machine, the TV and holotapes, the records, and bed. It almost brings a tear to his eye. He doesn't know why- the whole house is a snapshot of life before the bombs... He sighs as he looks at all the photos with a nostalgically sad smile*
Jasmine: (Settles down against Nicks chest again, eyes still locked up on him) (Signing) “Speak, please.” (Wants to hear his voice right now since it’s so soothing)
Joyce: (Crinkles her nose at Teshteal) “Okay I’ll try, but no promises.”
Donovan: (As he gets himself a glass of water) “She does the same thing with snacks, which is why Pirate always hovers near her feet when she’s talking.”
Pirate: (Is in fact hovering near under the table)
Ma: (Strokes Lucille’s damp hair) “Would you like me to call your father to come help you, or would you like some crutches to use?”
The Photos: (Are all in uniquely decorated photo frames, each one lovingly handcrafted for each photo it holds)
Nick: Heh. Want to hear my thoughts? I could ask you the same, honestly. How's your memory from the last day or so?
Teshteal: *light chuckle. Something about that reminds him of himself*
Gardio: *fond smile despite not knowing any of them. He decides to get started on installing this tub, only heading out for a moment to turn off the water then back up to attach the pipe to the tub itself, plumbers glue, caulk and all. Part of him wonders if he should fashion a shroud for the pipe so it doesn't look garrish against the emaculate bathroom, but he finds it's well hidden with some adjustments to the plumbing and position of the tub*
Lucille: Get me some crutches. I'll figure out how to get to the attic. *Finally fully clothed... Though she does miss some of the secure feeling her armor gave her*
Jasmine: (Makes a so-so motion with her hand, shaking her head) (Signing) “Foggy.”
Donovan: (Pats Joyce’s shoulder) “I need you to help me with getting some of the smaller broken down crates back to the dock so they can take them back.”
Joyce: (Sets her glass down) “Okay!” (Holds out Gertie’s bundle to Teshteal) “Do you mind watching her for me while I help Donny?”
Ma: “Oh sweetheart, there are a lot of stairs to get back up there. I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind coming back down to help you.” (Gently cups her cheek and tilts her face up to hers) “He wouldn’t want you to fall, and neither would I.”
Nick: Do you remember where we are...?
Lucille: I'm sure I could get back up. I'm sturdier than that... Besides he's probably busy with something. I don't want to bother him-
Teshteal: *takes Gertie and holds her close to his chest* Sure! Be careful out there!
Gardio: *fiddling with the pieces of pipe he brought up to make sure he has all the right bends and connections and that they're the right size for the tub... It's not like he can just go down to the hardware store and buy more pipe.*
Jasmine: (Raises her head a bit more to slowly look around, eyes going up to the lighthouse where she had previously put a gun to her own head, the pieces hardly clicking in her head) (Quietly) “Donny….”
Joyce: “I will be, don’t worry!” (Walks off to grab some of the crates off the counter and carry them off.”
Donovan: (Quickly follows after her after a wave to Teshteal over his shoulder, mind occupied with something else already)
Ma: “Love, what did we just discuss, hm? That your family is here to help you, that it what families do.” (Starts to walk to the door, looking at the young woman over her shoulder) “I’ll go find your father, your wellbeing never should be a bother to him.”
Teshteal: *blinks before looking down at the tiny ferret resting her head just outside of her bindle* She'll be okay, right...?
Nick: I take it from that look, you do- at least a little. *Nods his head at the bottle* Looks like you still have some broth left...
Gardio: *fitting the connectors together then test fitting them to the tub and water line as Ma comes up to get him*
Lucille: *frowns at her feet. No one bothered to simply reach out and help her when she was over encumbered or injured in the past two years. Sure there was the occasional offer to lighten the load, but often they had too much on their hands as it was. Unless her companions were fighting something on her behalf, there was hardly any assistance if she was injured... The only exception was when she lost a limb and an eye. Or her wife gave her a stimpak for her troubles*
Jasmine: (Nods her head at the bottle and continues to drink while staring at Nick with interest)
Gertie: (Licks her nose some more and yawns, blinking up at the gremlin like the baby she is)
Donovan: (Sees Ma leave the bathroom just before he goes back outside) “Detective Chapel is helping with your bathtub.”
Ma: “Oh really? How sweet of him.” (Smiles and quickly heads up the stairs to find Gardio. She lightly knocks on her own door so she doesn’t startle him entering) “Detective Chapel?” (Steps into her room and walks over to her bathroom)
Nick: *looks lost in thought about something again. He wonders if she even remembers her outburst at Lucille. Now probably wouldn't be a good time to bring it up*
Gardio: *has the tub pulled out at an angle so he can reach the pipes. Currently he's fastening then to the wall, glue and caulk already applied* Yes, ma'am? *He fastens the last section of pipe to the wall*
Lucille: *thinks about trying to stand but then she remembers the struggle of getting up in the tub. She grunts in annoyance. She already feels like a terrible person but now she's just pathetic...*
Teshteal: *licks his own nose in response and giggles* Yeah. She'll be fine. *Pokes the bridge of Girtie's little nose playfully*
Jasmine: (Still wants to hear her Dads voice so she lightly taps on his shoulder for his attention)
Gertie: (Cutely nibbles on Teshteals finger)
Ma: (Leans against the doorway of her bathroom) “Your daughter needs some help getting back upstairs, she’s done bathing and is waiting in the bathroom.”
Nick: Hm? Sorry, I was thinking of Lucille... What is it, Rosie?
Teshteal: *laughs* Hey, that tickles! *Attempts to remove his finger* You're such a wittle baby! Yes you are! *Pets the top of her little head*
Gardio: Oh? *Finishes securing the pipe, then pivots the tub back in place so he can attach it properly when he gets back* I'll be right down. *Rubs the sweat from his brow before wiping his hands on a work towel he snagged from the utility room. He approaches Ma just before leaving* Thank you for letting me know. And thank you for taking care of her...
Jasmine: (Face crinkles with disdain when she hears Lucille’s name, securing her fathers coat more over herself) (Signing) “Talk to me, please.”
Gertie: (Gives Teshteal a bunch of little licks with her itty-bitty tongue)
Ma: (Steps out of the way so he may pass) “You’re more than welcome…” (Sighs sadly) “May I add- you should have a talk with your daughter about her current life arrangements centering around her settlements. The poor dear sounds like she’s shouldering a lot more than one should on her own, and I do not think it’s helping her mental state.”
Nick: About Lucille? Are you sure? *Raises an eyebrow* I don't think now is a good time for it.
Gardio: *concerned frown but gives an understanding nod* I'll see what I can do... *As he walks past her, he pauses to look at her once more* Perhaps she can discuss trade with some of your allies in the future. *He continues to walk out of the room*
Lucille: *tracing one of the scars on her arm, idly*
Jasmine: (Shakes her head at that, scowling through the bottle) (Signing) “About ANYTHING else.”
Ma: (Nods her head after the glowing ghoul, watching him leave for a moment before she decides to go downstairs herself and prep the bathroom for Rosie to use)
Nick: *sighs* Fine, fine... What about that thing you were trying to reach out to? Looked like a bit of haze on my sensors. Thought it was some sort of glitch but Detective Chapel sensed it, too. Even poor Dogmeat was confused.
Gardio: *knocks on the door* Lucille? Sweetie? Can I come in?
Lucille: *looks up* Yeah, Dad.
Gardio: *walks in* How are you feeling?
Lucille: ... *Looks flatly up at him* Like I'm causing nothing but trouble.
Gardio: You aren't. Trust me.
Lucille: *eyes the rag looped through his belt* You were busy with something.
Gardio: *crouches next to the chair, facing her side* It can wait for a moment. I can finish it when I'm done taking care of you. *Puts one arm under her legs and the other behind her back, scooping her up*
Lucille: *sighs* I'm an adult.
Gardio: And adults still help each other. Parents still help their adult kids all the time. At least, even in this world, they should.
Lucille: *frowns at herself. She wonders how Shaun... Or rather, the synth child based on him... Is doing*
Gardio: *carrying her up the stairs* Besides, we need to talk about your settlements.
Lucille: *a chill runs down her spine at the thought of trying to untangle herself from them*
Teshteal: *takes to just sitting on the couch again, waiting for his girlfriend to return, letting the baby ferret nap in her bindle against his chest*
Jasmine: (Hums softly, getting a dazed look in her eyes while she thinks of the misty haze of warmth that kissed her) (Softly) “Mamá….”
Ma: (Goes over to the med room to get some fresh bandages ready for Rosie, then goes into the empty bathroom to clear it out)
Nick: Your mama...? *muttering to himself in confusion* Has she been watching this entire time? If so, why hasn't she stepped in sooner?
Lucille: You shouldn't concern yourself with tha-
Gardio: I will if it means you can have time to actually live. When's the last time you had a vacation?
Lucille: *grumbles* People don't get vacations in the wasteland. That's not a luxury-
Gardio: Bullshit.
Lucille: *taken aback. looking up at her father and tilting her head in shock* I'm sorry...?
Gardio: Bullshit- I've lived for over 200 years. People do take breaks, even if it means having someone on guard to keep the rest of the group safe.
Jasmine: (Blinks at her dad, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes, pulling away from the bottle) “Cause…. I told her to go away. I made her go away…..”
Ma: (Sighs to herself when she remembers yet again that she must clean up the top of the lighthouse to get rid of all the blood and glass. She’ll have to set time aside for that later)
Nick: *carefully wipes her tears away with his thumb with his good hand. Sadly* Oh Rosie...
Lucille: *frowns in disapproval* I can't just drop everything without having someone to take my place! Who's going to gather the materials to build? Who's going to repair the settlements? Who's going to build them up???
Gardio: You have hundreds of people living on Settlements and none of them have thought to build up their homes on their own?! None maintain the buildings?! None build them?!
Lucille: They don't know HOW-
Gardio: How do you know that? Have you asked?
Lucille: *goes quiet*
Gsrdio: You haven't, have you...?
Lucille: No...
Gsrdio: *sighs as he enters the attic and carefully sets her in bed*
Jasmine: (Sniffles on her tears, clutching onto Nick tightly for comfort while she shakes) “Daddy….”
Ma: (Comes out of the bathroom after it’s cleaned up and smiles at Teshteal on the sofa as she walks outside to ask Nick if he wants to take Rosie to wash up himself or allow her to do so)
Nick: *rubs the top of her head, gently brushing her lovely curly hair with his good hand*
Gardio: Lucille, I think you need help-
Lucille: From? You? Nick? The Minutemen?!
Gardio: *even more perturbed* Are they not??? I thought that was part of their job.
Lucille: No! I'm always leading the charge to gather settlements for the Minutemen! That's my job as the General... *mutters* I don't even know why Preston appointed someone he just met-
Gardio: *huffs through his nose* And where is Preston?
Lucille: *looks up at him, concerned* Dad, please don't go on a rampage on my behalf.
Gardio: I'm not. I'm just-! *takes a deep breath, then slowly exhales* I'm just trying to understand the gravity of the situation. Now... Where is Preston?
Lucille: At Sanctuary... *looks away with slight resentment* Like he always is...
Gardio: That's not very fair to you...
Lucille: ...I know...
Jasmine: (Squeezes Nick even tighter, allowing herself to be comforted and feel safe in his arms)
Ma: (Strolls outside and up the stairs on the side of the house slowly so that they can hear her coming up)
Jasmine: (Gets frightened anyways and pulls up Nick's coat over her head while scrunching into a smaller ball, whimpering quietly)
Ma: (Approaches the two on the chair) “How are you two doing up here?”
Nick: *calmly and reassuringly* It's alright, Rosie... Just Mama Evie. *lifts the jacket just a little so she can see her Tia Evita. To the woman in question* She's feeling a little better. She drank quite a bit of broth- I'm proud of her for that. *smiles back down at the now trembling girl*
Gardio: I think we should call on the minutemen more.
Lucille: *looks up in shock* More...?!
Gardio: I don't mean you! I mean the rest of the minutemen- which I assume are the settlers you've recruited?
Lucille: *slow nod, then hesitates* They might get killed, though...
Gardio: *sad sigh* If they truly care about the people they're building up the settlements for, then it will have been for a worthy cause. The weight isn't for you to bear alone, Lucille...
Ma: (Smiles warmly at the girl) “Hi princess, are you enjoying the sun?”
Jasmine: (Just stares at Ma with her wide doe eyes that are filled with fright, curled up to Nick like a scared little fawn)
Ma: (Tries not to let her sadness over the teen being scared of her show on her face) “The bathroom is open if you would like to take her down to get dressed for the rest of the day.” (Approaches a bit more) “Or if needed, I can take her instead.”
Jasmine: (Shakes her head at that last idea, turning her gaze up to her father)
Nick: I think it would be a good idea for her to reconnect with the rest of her family without me there. It would probably be healthier. *looks up at Mama Evie again* Why don't you take her. I really oughta check in with the others.
Lucille: But I promised them they'd have protection-
Gardio: And how has that been working out for you, my dear?
Lucille: *thinks about how many times she's received word that the settlements got ransacked because she couldn't make it in time, or she was down in a cave or labrynthian building or Vault looking for supplies. Or another settlement* ...Not very good.
Gardio: *nods* Which is why it shouldn't be on one person to do the job of several.
Jasmine: (Looks utterly heartbroken upon hearing that, as if Nick had just said he’ll dump her on the side of the road despite the fact that she’ll be going with her aunt who’s aided in taking care of her and her siblings from birth. She couldn’t be in safer arms)
Ma: (Carefully sits down on the end of the lounge chair, reaching out a hand to rest on Jas’s cheek)
Jasmine: (Allows her adoptive aunt to do this, staring into her eyes like a kicked puppy, years of heartaches and horrific trials reflecting in her eyes)
Ma: (Tenderly strokes her face) “C’mon babygirl, let’s get you changed into something nice and pretty. Then we can go and see if we have something fun for you to play with.” (Tucks some curls behind the girl’s ear, letting the child get used to her touch again in hopes Jas will remember their shared times together)
Jasmine: (Her heart lurches for a moment when she looks into Ma’s warm expression and gesture, but she doesn’t reach for her to take her, much rather wanting to stick to her Dad like glue since so far he’s the only person who can truly make her feel safe. She’s skeptical to leave his side, what if he disappears while she’s away? What if she blinks again and he’s gone? She can’t take that kind of heartache anymore…)
Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Eight
Masterlist
Teshteal: *hides behind Gardio suddenly, sniffing the air to see if this person's friend or foe*
Gardio: *not sure why he's hiding suddenly since he knows the smaller man can easily kill a horde of super mutants*
Joyce: (Immediately notices and turns to face Teshteal, worry on her face) “Teshteal….?”
Donovan: (To the crew member) “Safe trip?” (Extends his hand for a handshake)
Crew Member: (Grips Donny’s arm with hers, flashing a friendly smile) “The waters got a little rough, but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle.” (Gestures behind her at the rest of the crew members who are starting to unload) “We’ve got everything on the list- along with some gifts from friends.”
Donovan: (Begins walking closer to the boat) “Is that so?”
Teshteal: *eyeing up and down the crew member. So far he smells the sea and the typical smell of gun powder that many a caravan person has. Hisses* Gifts? *listening and sniffing for anything that could be a bomb or a trojan crate*
Gardio: *notices Joyce's concerned look and extends a reassuring hand* He's likely on guard because it's a new person... *To crew member after adjusting his hat* Mind if I and my associate inspect the crates?
Lucille: *quietly blinks into the water as the lullaby ends, not sure how to handle her now relaxed and still state*
Ma: (Softly, like a mother speaking to her downhearted child) “Something on your mind, love?”
Lucille: Just not used to being this relaxed. *shrugs*
Ma: (Grabs some conditioner and a comb) “Is that so? You’re on the road a lot I take it?”
Joyce: (Inches closer to Teshteal, holding out her hand to him) “It’s okay- they are good friends of ours….” (Glances back at the boat) “Really good friends….”
Crew Member: (So confused about the glowing ghoul and the strange hissy gremlin behind him) “Uh…..” (Turns to Donny with wide eyes)
Donovan: (Shrugs his shoulders) “I mean…. It ain’t like they're hiding anything.” (Gestures at the crew members who are beginning to unload the boat onto the dock) “We’ve known these guys all their lives- their parents and even grandparents too.”
Boat Captain: (Waves to Donny from the top of the deck)
Donovan: (Smiles and waves back) “Yo Trenton! Ya didn’t happen to pack a bomb on the boat, hm?”
Trenton: (Shakes his head) “And hurt dear old Mama Evie? You think I’m trying to get my head to be served on a platter?”
Goats: (Bleat from inside the boat as if confirming the captains words)
Lucille: *nods* Very. I have settlements to maintain- *tenses up, remembering all the work she has to do on quite a few settlements* I need to get back to work soon-
Ma: (Frowns slightly hearing that) “Honey, remember what I said about slowing down to give yourself time?”
Teshteal: *slowly eases out from behind the large glowing one detective with extreme caution*
Gardio: *to the crew* If you say so. *still watching warily like the gargoyle he is*
Joyce: (Reaches to take her boyfriends hand, looking between both him and Gardio) “….Is something wrong?”
Crew Member: (Still looking at Donny nervously as she rushes to follow him) “Protective much?” (Gestures at the two newcomers who seems extra wary and cautious) “Are they…..?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head as he takes a crate from a crew member that hands it to him) “Nah, but you guys didn’t hire anyone new- right?”
Crew Member: (Also shakes her head) “Nope. Some old sea dogs as it’s always been.”
Donovan: “Good.” (Motions with his chin to a spot on the ground) “Just leave the crates and boxes there- and I’ll bring ‘em inside. You know how Ma likes everything organized.”
Crew Member: “You’re sure Donny…? We can help with the sorting?”
Donovan: (Remembering Jasmine and how jumpy she is) “Nawh- I’ve got it. Besides, don’t you guys have other places to be?”
Teshteal: New people. I need to be careful that they aren't vault operatives or that I don't hurt innocent people.
Gardio: *to Teshteal* They seem like decent people-
Teshteal: *shakes his head* Not just that, I sense... something off out here. Hard to place right now. *tail twitches anxiously*
Lucille: *quietly* This isn't enough time...?
Ma: (Smiles sadly down at her, gently squeezing her hand that she never let go of) “No my dear- three days is not enough for what you went through and neither is one soothing bath.”
Lucille: That's what worked in the past. I don't see why it doesn't work now. *shrugs*
Joyce: (Looks around at the people helping with unloading the cargo) “But what’s wrong about this?”
Trenton: (Comes out with a small bundle- too small to be a baby but it’s some sort of little creature) “Joyce? Sweetheart- look who’s here.”
Joyce: (Eyes widen as she begins to approach the boat captain instead, carefully taking the bundle from him)
Donovan: (Stopped helping with unloading the crates just to watch, smiling at his little sister)
Joyce: (Squeals with excitement as she beams down at the little bundle) “Ohhhhhhh!!!! She’s adorable!!!”
Teshteal: *ears perk up and and curiosity gets the best of him so he carefully approaches Joyce to see what... or rather who she's holding. He completely forgot her question already*
Joyce: (Beams up at her boyfriend, leaning towards him to show her little bundle of joy)
The Bundle: (Contains the tiny wiggly form of a baby panda ferret who’s no older than eight weeks old)
Joyce: (Squeals as she coos down at the little noodle, scratching under its chin) “Isn’t she just the cutest!?!?”
Trenton: (Smiles at Joyce and backs off to talk with Donovan, his face getting slightly more serious)
Ma: (Tenderly as she pets Lucille’s hair) “Oh honey- that ain’t a good way to function. It is like I said before- you’re human and it’s not fair to treat yourself as less. You need rest, for both your mental and physical health.”
Lucille: That's lovely and all but I have people who depend on me. They need supplies- Defenses! I can't just lay around for a week when they're waiting on materials that could very well save their lives!
Ma: (Raises a brow at this) “Huh, If I didn’t know any better I would say you sound like you’re raising a bunch of orphaned children. Are that weak and helpless? Isn’t there someone else who can give them a hand? You’re just one person, sweetheart. You can’t do it all.” (Fearful that Lucille will crumble again under more pressure)
Teshteal: *eyes go big- as large as saucers- at the teeny little panda noodle. He resists the urge to pick her up and lifts her up above his head in awe* A little baby panoodle...! *cupping both sides of his face, trying to contain his joy. He forgets about his apprehension completely thanks to the precious little ferret*
Joyce: “Panoodle!!!!!” (Looks like she’s attempting to contain her joy just as much as Teshteal, giving a bunch of little kisses down to her new baby)
Pirate: (Running and jumping around to greet everyone as if they were old friends, tail wagging like crazy)
Trenton: (Beckons Donovan to follow him while Joyce is distracted, picking up a crate of food that is meant to go inside)
Donovan: (Gives one quick look to his little sister as he also picks up a crate to carry inside, following the captain) “What’s up?”
Trenton: “I’ve got something for ya….”
Lucille: *purses her lips in thought and goes silent in thought for a moment. Quietly* Who's going to build the defenses...? The walls...? No one else does it but me... *head spins as she begins to spiral from how much the Commonwealth depends on solely her*
Ma: (Squeezes Lucille’s hand again as even more worry floods her face) “My sweet…..” (Gently cups Lucille’s cheek with her other hand to try and get her attention before she loses the young woman) “Lucille, look at me please.”
Lucille: ... *looks up ever so slightly, her mismatched eyes trying to focus on Ma despite her spiraling thoughts on all the responsibility thrown on her*
Ma: (Gently strokes Lucille’s cheek with her thumb, her face soft and comforting) “Are you with me, sweetie?”
Teshteal: *cooing at the tiny panda noodle. Doesn't believe he's seen anything so cute in his life*
Joyce: (Moves to huddle in closer to her boyfriend again so he can get a better look at the little wiggly gal) “She’s so little!!!” (Slightly holds the bundle out so Teshteal can hold the baby if he wants)
Donovan: “Good or bad?”
Trenton: “Wish I could say good news- but sadly it ain’t…..”
Donovan: (Feels a weight of dread and exhaustion build up in his chest at that) “Oh…..”
Teshteal: *takes the baby panoodle into his arms and gently nuzzles her soft fur with his nose* So soft and sweet! *stops for a moment, admiring the adorable ball of fluff* What are you going to name her?
Joyce: (Proudly) “Gertie!!! She’s from the same mother as Gilbert!!!”
Gertie: (Gives a very tiny lick on the gremlins nose, her little paws poking out of the swaddle she’s in)
Donovan: (Sets the crate down on the kitchen counter, walking over to check on the slowly simmering pot of broth)
Trenton: (Looks like he’s dreading to bare whatever news he has to the ghoul)
Jasmine: (Whimpers ever so slightly in her sleep, also feeling a heavy load start to weigh down on her shoulders and ropes snag at her ankles- trying to pull her down in her dreams once more….. But she can also feel something else…. Something she can’t quit put her finger on…. But it’s present)
Teshteal: *giggles at the tiny ferret kiss* Awe! He's got a little sister now! *gently holds one of her tiny paws in his fingers* Wook at her wittle hands!
Joyce: (Practically shining brighter than the sun itself) “She’s so stinking cute that imma die!!!”
Gertie: (Looking between the two squealers curiously, so confused on what’s going on)
Crew Members: (Keep unloading all the goods and eventually they stroll on out with a half dozen or so sheep and goats with their young, the creatures bleating as the clamor along)
Jasmine: (Attempts to free herself from the chains that are tying and pulling her down as she feels the crushing weight of the world on bare down on her shoulders- partly recognizing that she’s dreaming and her troubles are manifesting themselves into it. She struggles for a bit, tears forming on her waterline and she’s about to scream with frustration but then she feels like what seems to be a gentle kiss on her head from behind and she freezes- hearing a low hum in the distance of her dreamworld)
Teshteal: *blinks for a moment, tail twitching upward when he realizes something. Whispers* I think we might be scaring her with all our cooing. *to the baby ferret as quietly as he possibly can* Sorry.
Joyce: (Hums lowly as her emerald eyes widen) “Ooops…..” (Reaches out to gently stroke her new baby’s face again) “Sorry Gertie….”
Gertie: (Also licks Joyce’s fingers with her tiny tongue when she can)
Lucille: Trying to be... *thoughts race on what settlement still needs what resource and how many turrets she needs to assign to another and so on...* Hard to stop when it's all you've been able to think about for the last year and a half....
Ma: (Softly) “And you do it all completely on your own? For over a year and a half now?”
Lucille: *nods grimly* No one helps...
Ma: (Heart just about snaps all over again and she has half a mind to go down to these settlements and give them an earful because poor Lucille seems to have enough trouble as it is) “It really is no wonder that you’re so overworked. But I’m sure we can work something out that doesn’t involve you trudging all around to try and fix everyone’s problems.”
Jasmine: (Her hands that were once firmly clasping Nicks shirt start to move a bit to grope behind him despise nothing being there) “Mhmmm……”
Dogmeat: (Sniffs the girl when she does this, whining softly)
Jasmine: (Eyes sparkle in her dream world as the humming gets closer and it’s unmistakeable of what it is to her) “Mamá…..” (And just like that- the weight starts to get lifted off her shoulders and her ties start to become undone)
Nick: *to dogmeat calmly* I see it, boy. Problem is- I don't want to wake her. *senses the presence himself, though for him it's more like an unknown source of heat or warmth other than the sun*
Gardio: *observing from the distance. From the sound of things, the goods involve livestock and he doesn't want to risk contaminating them with his radiation*
Teshteal: *gentle smile, or as gentle as it can be with his sharp teeth at Gertie*
Lucille: Good luck getting people to listen... If it's not farming or guard duty or some other slightly menial task, then it's all on me to keep up these places.
Ma: (Huffs slightly when she hears that) “Well that sounds to me plain unfair on your side. They cannot really expect one woman to help now can they?”
Gertie: (Licks her nose as she gazes up between Joyce and Teshteal, seemingly unbothered by Teshteal appearance since he’s friendly)
Joyce: (Nose scrunches slightly) “I think Gilbert isn’t going to be too happy- he’s spoiled that way.”
Jasmine: (Shakes off her remaining shackles in her dream and looks around with wide kitten eyes) “Mamá!!!!” (She listens for the humming, but it sounds like it’s coming from all directions so she picks one and starts running) “Mami!!!!!” (She feels another soft breath and kiss on the back of her neck this time as she runs- fueling her determination. She misses her mother so damn much….)
Dogmeat: (Noses his way on in closer to the teen as she continues to try and grab something behind Nick while kicking her feet)
Nick: Oh- Hold on, doll... *wraps his arms around her to keep her from knocking the both of them off of the lounge chair and starts rubbing her back to soothe her excitement*
Teshteal: *quiet huff* What is Gilbert to do? She'll have to live in the same house. *emphatically raises his hands, as if performing a fool in a play shrugging off a joke or a jab*
Joyce: (Giggles at Teshteal, squeezing Gertie’s bundle slightly) “You’re right. He’ll have to grow to love his little sister. Besides- I’m sure she smells like their mother.” (Sniffs the little noodle to confirm her thoughts- Gertie smelling exactly like baby Gilbert when she first got him)
Lucille: *shrugs in defeat* Apparently, they can... Doesn't matter. I like building-
Ma: (Shakes her head in disapproval at these people as she mutters something under her breath, tapping the bottom of Lucille’s chin) “I’m sure you do honey- but too much strain on one person will cause them to crumble. So no- they can’t be asking you to do everything for them. You have your own life to manage too.”
Jasmine: (Somewhat feels Nicks gentle rubs in her sleep, but she cannot really contain herself as she feels the softest of touches caress the side of her face and she runs even faster towards a bright beacon of light in the distance. Behind her she can almost hear and feels her troubles calling out to her, but the light is driving it all away for her) “Mamá!!!”
Nick: *confused- she's usually only this active in her sleep when she's having a nightmare and yet, she doesn't seem distressed*
Teshteal: *sniffs* She does smell kind of similar to the little guy...
Gardio: *still still as a statue. One would assume he is one*
Joyce: (Takes in a deep inhale of Gertie, rocking back and forth happily) “Baby ferret smell!!!”
Lucille: *mutters quietly* What life... I had a life before the war and now what? I blew up the institute- but that's all I'll ever be known for.... *splashes the water in a fit of frustration* The one who obliterated the boogeyman of the commonwealth while graciously giving homes to those who need them.
Ma: “Correct me if I am wrong- but I believe that ‘your life’ consists of the same people who helped talk you out of ending it so soon and have taken care of you.” (Tenderly rakes her fingers through Lucille’s purple hair) “They make up your life and you make up theirs in turn. That is what family is. You take care of one another and watch each others hearts and wellbeing.”
Lucille: *eyes sting with tears. She tries to hide it by averting her gaze. She doesn't know if she has the strength to return the favor to the people who do care... And now she wonders if she's failed each and every one of them, now*
Jasmine: (Hums along with the song the voice of her mother is singing- recognizing it immediately as one of the many lullabies she’d sing. It twists her heartstrings a bit, but she cannot help the smile on her face) “Mami….” (She stops running but doesn’t stop squirming to escape in real life, closing her eyes to bask in the warmth she’s feeling throughout her body)
Nick: *still holding his squirming daughter as still as he can. He keeps petting her back to comfort her*
Ma: (Smiles kindly down at the young woman) “You know- people often ask me why I do what I do. Why I devote everything I am to being a caretaker and mother when I seemingly get little in return for walking sometime walking into a blaze that could leave me with less than what I had before. What they don’t understand is that I do get something in return each and every time. I get the irreplaceable joy of seeing my babies and loved ones flourish and glow over time even in the tiniest ways. That will fill me up more than gold and glory ever wil even if it’s in the tiniest of ways like a simple glitter in their eyes in the morning at breakfast or the peaceful look on their face as they sleep in comfort.” (Gently taps the bottom of Lucille’s chin once more before she moves her hand up to tuck her short hair behind her ears even if there isn’t much to do so) “That’s what any good parent wants from their kid. I can say that your father is no different. And if I end up with taking a hard loss or a couple of hits, well then so be it. Love is the sacrifices we make for each other anyways. And if you’re wondering what you’re sacrificing here for this love- it’s that little piece of you that you keep trying to hide away from everyone. That little piece of you that’s human, tired and just wants peace and rest. Yes, that piece of you that you think is unwanted and not worth it is still precious because it’s a part of you, my love.”
Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at how loving his girlfriend is over this small creature*
Joyce: (Bounces and pats her little bundle of joy- then glances back at the house) “I wonder how we should play this out with Gilbert….”
Jasmine: (Mumbling hoarsely as she paws midair) “Mamá…. Come back…. Please….” (Kicks her feet a bit harder) “Lo siento Mami, lo mucho siento. Por favor….. Don’t leave me alone- you know I hate it….”
Translation: “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m very sorry. Please.”
Dogmeat: (Sniffles the squirming girl some more with big puppy eyes of confusion and concern because she’s making strange sounds)
The Voice: (Whispers ever so softly and comfortingly into the broken teens ear, wrapping her up in a hug of warmth and security) “Chiquilla bonita. Llegaste del cielo en un tren del amor. Tu alegre sonrisa. Me enseña en la vida, el camino mejor….”
Translation: “Pretty girly. You arrived from heaven on a train of love. You’re happy smile. It teaches me the better things in life.”
Jasmine: (Feels her heart both flood with overwhelming joy and crack into a million little pieces when she registers that- having not understood why her mother had been so adamant on singing that song to her during her prewar days…. But now it’s just becoming clear. She has to find her mother- she has to say sorry) “I’m sorry Mamá…..” (She hugs her dream self tightly and rocks back and forth on her feet, taking a couple of slow steps to follow the voice but once again it’s coming from all directions)
Nick: *whispers* What's going on in that pretty little head of yours...?
Teshteal: Hrm... Slowly? Like a cat?
Gardio: *nods*
Lucille: *lips tremble before burying her face in her hands. She wishes she COULD rest but the consequences of that feel too great*
Ma: (Softly) “Whatcha thinking about, my sweet?” (Gently allows her hand to rest on Lucille’s shoulder, looking on at the young woman with concern and understanding)
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Joyce: (Glances between Gardio and Teshteal) “I suppose so- but knowing my little stinker he’ll come running the moment he senses someone else taking up my attention then throw a tantrum.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Jasmine: (Mewls like a lost kitten looking for their mother because she essentially is, her dream self wandering aimlessly through an empty field to find a dead woman whom she swears she can feel in her heart and hear in the distance. She smiles despite being lost- because she knows that her mother is close by and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on her child) “Where are you?”
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Ma: “Oh cariño…” (Her mother instincts take ahold and she immediately drops to her knees besides the poor young woman, gently draping her arm around Lucille’s shoulder to pull her into a hug that she can easily pull out of if she desires) “Sssssh, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll figure things out all together. You can only shoulder so much on your own until you crack and crumble- but that’s what your family is here for.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Joyce: (Turns back to the lighthouse in thought, then back down at the tiny kit once more) “Well- he’s gonna have to at least tolerate her. Hopefully he quickly learns that there’s plenty of love to go around. Plus it’s not good for ferrets to be alone.”
Teshteal: *making kissy faces and baby noises at the baby ferret... his ears pick up a rustling noise in the distance of the woods but the size tells him it might be a wild animal of some kind*
Jasmine: (Suddenly perks upright from Nicks chest as if she was summoned, her hands firmly planted on his shoulders so she can steady herself as her big magical doe eyes scan the area expectingly. They gloss over both Nick and Dogmeat as if they weren’t there- obviously she’s looking for something else) “Mamá…..” (She can still feel the warmth in her heart and the prickle of a ghostly kiss on the back of her head….. But where is her mother?)
Nick: *looks where she is. His sensors pick up a faint impression of... something but it's hard to get a reading. He briefly considers heading to Acadia for calibration if not for Jasmine's behavior. Kindly, out of confusion* What about her, doll?
Lucille: *sobs into the older woman's arms*
Ma: (Locks Lucille into her strong and comforting embrace that many people had sought solace in before) “Sssshh, it’s okay. Just let it all out.”
Jasmine: (Pouts a bit when she can’t find her mother, then she tilts her head at another prickle on her cheek. She then makes grabby hands up in the air while leaning over the side of the chair, almost like she’s trying to leap out of her fathers arms)
Nick: Woah, hold on there... *pulls her back a little, unsure exactly why she's trying to leap out of the seat at nothing. Granted, it seems better than the wild thrashing from before, but it doesn't make him any less concerned about her current behavior*
Gardio: *decides that the two lovebirds should be fine so he walks back to the lighthouse to try and be of some help. He approaches the two men* If there's any cargo that isn't food or livestock to haul in or set up, I'd be willing to help.
Donovan: (Looks frazzled about something but slowly nods his head, a bottle of broth in hand) “Yeah…. Yeah, that would be nice thank you….” (He walks over to the other ghoul, holding out the bottle to him) “Give this to Detective Valentine before you go, please.”
Trenton: (Leaning against the wall, looking down in deep thought, staring Donny’s expression of worry)
Gardio: Will do. *gives an affirming nod then gives Donny a reassuring but heavy pat on the shoulder, giving him just a little radiation as a boost to help ease his frazzled nerves before he heads on up to the roof*
Donovan: (Gives a weak smile at Gardio as he leaves, then sighs heavily)
Joyce: (Goes back to squealing happily over the little one) “Oooooh, she’s too perfect!!! I can’t get enough of her sweet little face!!!”
Gertie: (Gazes up at Teshteal and Joyce, licking her nose some more)
Teshteal: *licks his own nose with his long tongue to mimic Gertie*
Gertie: (Seems fascinated by the two people in front of her, especially by the strange gremlin man mimicking her by licking his own nose)
Joyce: (Giggles some more, this time at her boyfriend) “Ack, you’re cute as well!!!”
Jasmine: (Whines when she’s kept from leaping into the air but she doesn’t seem too upset, just tries to do it again while still making grabby hands at nothing)
Nick: *sighs, knowing if he tries to snap her out of it, she'll just grow more distressed* I can't just let you go- you might hurt yourself... Maybe your mama will come closer to hold you.
Gardio: *walks up the stairs to the roof and raises an eyebrow in confusion at the girl making grabby hands in the air. It's a stark contrast to the screaming and thrashing from before. He very carefully approaches and speaks calmly so he doesn't spook her* I have broth for her.
Teshteal: *turns to her and licks his nose like he's some sort of big cat then makes a tiny chirping noise with his mouth- being the silliest of sillies to make his angel laugh*
Joyce: (Shrieks with laughter at her goofball of a boyfriend, putting a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her laughter that can be heard across the ocean)
Teshteal: *grins at how much that simple noise made her happy* I could gobble her and Gilbert up like a couple of extra big noodles! *Playfully licks his lips*
Jasmine: (Looks over at Gardio when she hears his voice and blinks slowly, then turns to her father, then back to the space up in the area she was looking at) “Mamá….” (She wiggles in her dads arms, patting on his shoulder to try and make her let go, then makes her grabby hands to be picked up by whatever she’s looking at)
Dogmeat: (Whines with confusion, trying to lick the girl)
Gardio: *finally next to the chair. He sets the bottle down next to Nick* Here... Do you think she'll drink it in this state?
Nick: I haven't a clue... *to Jasmine* Hey, kitten. Do you think your Mama would be happy if you drank this broth? *picks up the bottle and holds it up* I think she would. *gently smiling at her*
Jasmine: “Mamá….” (Takes her eyes off the air with a wistful and somber, deep longing look in her eyes, letting her hands rest back on her Dads shoulders as she turns to look at him. She tilts her head to one side, then seems to register that it’s him and she breaks out into a warm smile)
Nick: *smiles just as warmly back, relieved to se that she's isn't suffering for once* It's good to see that smile. Would you like some broth? *Offers it to her once more to see if she'll take it or not*
Gardio: *amazed that the girl looks so at peace. He glances over at the spector she was making grabby hands at a second ago*
Nick: *thinks to himself* So he can see it, too? Well that means it's not a simple calibration issue...
Jasmine: (Softly) “Daddy….” (Gently presses her forehead to his while putting a hand on his cheek, sighing softly, not acknowledging what he’s offering her)
The Object: (Appears to be a misty ball of white light up in the sky, now fading out so it’s almost completely transparent)
Nick: *sighs and sets the bottle down* I suppose not... *Reaches up with his bad hand and strokes her cheek, then attempts to brush a stray hair from her face* Hey, kiddo.
Gardio: *watching as it disappears, wondering what or who that could have been... Whatever it was seemed to have a calming effect on the girl. Quietly he turns to and starts for the stairs* I'm going to help Donny. I promised him that I'd help.
Jasmine: (Hums happily in greeting, sighing as she slinks down to rest her head against Nicks chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his inner workings while the sun shines over them. She’s still tired, like her body is light years away from being fully recharged)
Joyce: “Oooohhh- I so hope they get along well!!! I would love to have a ferret snuggle session!!!”
Teshteal: *looks up and notices Gardio's left* We should... Probably go back. Dio left- *slight panic enters his voice* Why did he leave-?
Joyce: (Looks around) “Hm, I don’t know. Maybe he went to help Donny with the stuff.”
Teshteal: Yeah... *Shaking a little. He can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end again* I don't feel safe out here, though... Let's head back. *Turns to the lighthouse*
Joyce: (Seems concerned but she follows along) “Errrrrm…. Okay then. But can I ask, why don’t you feel safe?”
Teshteal: *glances at the ship* I don't know those people. I don't know if they're from that hellish place. *Already walking along*
Joyce: (Walks alongside him, confused) “What place? These our Ma and Donny’s friends, they’ve known them for a long time.”
Donovan: (Already putting away some of the stuff he brought in, raising his head when Gardio pokes his head in) “Handed it off?”
Gardio: As good as done. She still seemed sleepy though... *Fully steps into the kitchen* What do you need help with bringing in?
Donovan: (Rubs his forehead for a moment, then starts walking to the door past Gardio) “The stuff with the storage labels go into the basement, the kitchen labels go the kitchen, and the rest into the living room. Mama will sort them out later.”
Jasmine: (Her eyes click up to her father as she rests, lifting a hand to gently touch the side of his neck where there’s a large gash, humming a bit sadly and with concern)
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Nick: *tenderly takes her hand in his right* Don't worry. My sealants still seem to be intact... *Mutters, thinking about all the times Lucille led them into a flooded building* So far...
Teshteal: The place that turned me into this. The place that made my life hell the moment I stepped in it- *the slits of his eyes narrow with dread as the sound of commands, shouts, and manipulative sweet urgings grow louder and louder*
Gardio: Got it... And none of these would be damaged or tainted easily with radiation?
Jasmine: (Still eyes up her Dad with concern, blinking slowly at the patches and worn down skin on his neck and face)
Joyce: (Timidly, taking and squeezing Gertie’s bundle to her chest) “Teshteal? You okay…?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “Nawh, the crates and containers they are in are sealed tight. Should be all good.”
Nick: *sees where she's eyeing and waves it away, as if shooing a fly* Eh, cosmetic... Don't worry yourself with it. *Wry laugh* I'll get it replaced, one day. Haven't seen a need to, yet... *Readjusts his hold on her so she's more comfortable* How about you focus on getting some sleep and I'll think about that, hm?
Gardio: *starts moving the the crates to their new and proper homes as Donny instructed. Taking great care not to drop any of their precious belongings*
Teshteal: No. I'll never be okay... *Spiralling* Why would I deserve that? I've always been a terrible excuse for a person. I couldn't even do simple tasks without messing up! How have I survived this long? Are the people on the boat spies? Soldiers operating on a code word? Is everyone in danger? Are they after me-?
Jasmine: (Is now also focused on his bad hand that she siezes and brings up to her face, playing with his fingers curiously)
Donovan: (Goes outside to bring in more crates, walking a bit slowly)
Joyce: (Gets even more worried and stops walking) “Teshteal? No- you'll be okay, you’re not a terrible person…”
Nick: *softly hums* Try not to pinch yourself on the joints... *Keeping his hand slack so she can play as she likes*
Gardio: *soon as most of the items neatly stacked where they need to be. He starts getting in a rhythm with Donny, taking them from the younger man's hands and eventually noticing his slow pace* Are you alright? You seem sluggish with a few of these packages.
Teshteal: *crouches in the middle of the path, his tail swishing wildly* Th-then why do I keep getting these thoughts to kill or hurt everyone around me? Why do I want to act on them?! Do I actually love you? *He grips and tugs at his hair* Or is that just a means to a horrific end?! Why do they still control me-?!
Jasmine: (Toys with his fingers, tilting her head curiously while humming a note in question, wondering what happened to the skin on his hand)
Donovan: “Hm? Oh, I’m alright…. Just thinking about things….” (Gives Gardio another forced smile and nod) “I’ve gotta help Ma set up the large clawfoot tub they brought for her in her master bathroom, I want her to be able to have that spa bath she talked about.”
Joyce: (Swallows hard, her voice shaking. She wants to be able to spit out something wise for her boyfriend to ponder, but she can’t find the right words. So she goes back to what she only knows) “Teshteal? Can you take some deep breaths? You’re safe here….” (Wonders if she should run and go find Gardio or Nick)
Teshteal: *he tries to take a deep breath, but somehow chokes on it and swears between coughs. Despite this, he keeps trying to breathe deeply, eventually succeeding*
Gardio: Would you like some help with that? I can install the tub, too. It wouldn't be a problem at all for me in fact. *flashes a confident but also helpful smile* It's the least I could do to repay you all for housing us.
Nick: *sensing the question hinted at by that solitary hum* Lost that doing repairs on Diamond City. Or at least that's what I would say if it weren't from another model. Seems we generation 2 synths can't keep the skin on our bones.
Joyce: (Breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that it’s working, lightly petting his messy hair) “You’re okay…. We’re safe here…. We can go inside and get you a cup of some nice cold water.”
Donovan: (Looks at Gardio with partial astonishment) “Really? You can do that?”
Jasmine: (Nods her head slowly to show that she understands, then lightly runs her fingers near the gash on his neck, her eyes flickering to him expectingly)
Teshteal: *flinches a little, not expecting the comforting gesture. He leans into it, much like a cat headbutting their owner's hand. Softly* Okay... I'm sorry...
Gardio: Of course! Wouldn't be the first time I've hauled a tub up a set of stairs. I did that in my old settlement a few of times for folks. *Gestures vaguely with a tilt of his head as he hauls another crate to the kitchen* Just point me to the tub, where you want it, the plumbing supplies, and the water supply and a I'll have it done by the end of the day!
Nick: That's a combination of a lot of hard detective work, living in the ruins, and, you'd guess it, fixing up Diamond City... *Pets her head with his good hand*
Joyce: “It’s alright, here….” (Holds out her hand to him with a gentle and understanding smile) “Let’s go inside.”
Donovan: (Rubs the back of his head) “The tub is probably still on the dock and you can ask someone to help you wheel it in. The tub goes into the bathroom in Ma’s room and I’ll let her know so that you don’t give her a fright. The rest of the stuff should be in a little utility room in the basement.”
Jasmine: (Looks up at her Dad with her sparkling amber eyes that catch the sunlight and reflect beautifully, smiling at him, still toying with his bad hand)
Teshteal: *slowly takes her hand and lets her head him to the house*
Gardio: Understood. *Flashes a confident smile as he makes his way to the door. As he passes by the pair, his look shifts to concern. He doesn't stop walking, keeping mind of his deadline*
Nick: *taken back by the honey colored eyes before fondly smiling at her. Again, he's just happy to see that she's in such good spirits for once.*
Joyce: (Shifts the little bundle in her arms, gently squeezing her boyfriends hand, leading him back to the house)
Donovan: (Waves him off and just kinda stands there in the living room for a moment, taking a deep breath)
Jasmine: (Cutely scrunches her nose, whatever that light was surely brightened her soul back up, it’s even reflected in her eyes that aren’t resembling a haunted doll at the moment)
Nick: *wonders if this is the most she's been this calm and hopeful since they first met, not counting the trip through her memories*
Gardio: *reaches the dock and eyes the huge crate containing the tub. He approaches the crew working the boat with a wave* Mind if I get some help hauling this to the lighthouse? *He thinks he hears the brush rustle behind him, but shrugs it off as a gust of wind blows through the nearby treetops*
Teshteal: *face goes red, looking at their joined hands, both flustered and embarrassed simultaneously. Flustered because of the contact. Embarrassed for his breakdown just moments before*
Joyce: (Leads him inside to the kitchen, opening the fridge to browse what’s inside, deciding to take out a small pitcher of what appears to be lemonade) “Want some of this too? Or just water?”
Crewman: “Yup. It’s too bad we don’t have our forklift.” (Motions for everyone nearby to gather around the crate that’s on wheels so they can push and pull it with rope)
Jasmine: (Softly, and hoarsely because of her screaming and crying earlier) “You okay?”
Nick: I'm more than okay- you seem to be doing better and that's done me a world of good in itself!
Gardio: That is a shame. *Clucks as he walks along the tub* I'll push. *Gets behind the crate and braces himself against it, squatting so his legs do all the work* When you're all ready.
Teshteal: *sniffs the pitcher. It's definitely lemonade adjacent* I'll take it.
Lucille: *heaves a deep, relieved breath, the pressure worked out of her system* Thank you, Mama Evie...
Jasmine: (Searches her fathers eyes for a moment before nodding, glancing down at herself, then their surroundings, trying to catch up on what the hell is even going on)
Crewman: “Alright then. One…. Two…. Three!!!” (With that they all start pull on the crate to haul it up to the lighthouse with Gardios help)
Joyce: (Takes out two glasses and pours herself and Teshteal some lemonade, handing him his glass with her still warm smile) “Here you go!”
Ma: (Tenderly, stroking Lucille’s head) “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Nick: If you're wondering why you're up here, you crawled onto the roof from the window.
Teshteal: *accepts the glass, his hand trembles but he feigns a smile as he sips the tangy drink*
Gardio: *with his strength they make short work of it. Before they know it, they're at the doorstep* Good work! Thank you for the help! *Considers talking to Donny to see if there's anything they can do to pay them back extra for their service*
Lucille: ...I think I'm ready to get out of the bath, now...
Jasmine: (Looks like she’s about to ask more questions but then she hears voices coming from the bottom of the house and she gets spooked since she’s underdress, snagging her dads coat that Ma had brought up earlier to throw over her, curling up to her dad for safety)
Joyce: (Takes and squeezes his hand in hers, beaming at him as she drinks her lemonade)
Crewman: “No problem. Anything for the good mother.” (Starts to walk back the house with the others to finish the rest of the stuff)
Donovan: (Comes up from the basement where he was putting away more stuff)
Ma: (Nods and rises from the chair to grab a large towel for Lucille, offering her arm for support) “Okay honey, just move slowly for me and don’t put pressure on your ankle.”
Nick: *laughs a little and rubs her shoulder* Don't worry, doll. I got ya... I think I'm the only person in earshot if you're wandering what's going on.
Gardio: *goes down to the basement, quickly locating the utility room and fetching a crowbar to free the tub from its wooden prison. It isn't long before he's on the front step again and doing just that*
Teshteal: *blushes again, his ears pricking up a little... Quietly* I get so flustered around you... *Takes an awkward small sip of his drink*
Lucille: *wry laugh at that* I've walked on worse- *Attempts to rise but nearly falls over from the shooting pain in her ankle. She supports herself with the side of the tub*
Jasmine: (Shivers with fright and because she’s actually cold for once, huddling up to the warm safety that is dad. She peeps just her head out so she can look up at Nick and breath better, tightly clinging to him)
Donovan: (Had walked into the kitchen and raises a brow at the two) “Having a drink?”
Joyce: (Giggles and nods, balancing Gertie’s bundle in the crook of her arm) “Yup- drinking some of the lemonade I helped Mama make.”
Ma: (Firmly) “But under my watch you won’t. Come here.” (Puts her arm under Lucille’s so she can guide her out of the tub and onto the chair)
Nick: Cold? I think this broth here is still warm enough to do some good if you'll take it... *Jerks his head at the bottle as he rubs the small of her back*
Teshteal: *turns an even darker shade of red as he keeps the drink to his mouth, hoping it can hide his face. He doesn't even remember if Donny knows about their relationship*
Gardio: *props open the door then takes in a few deep breaths and lifts the giant tub on his own, occasionally grunting as he carries it through the house to its final designation*
Lucille: *hangs onto the older woman for support. She mentally curses the state her body is currently in- unable to support its own weight*
Jasmine: (Blinks up at Nick, her eyes getting a light mist to them) “Tainted….?”
Donovan: (Chuckles and waves a teasing finger at Joyce and Teshteal) “No closed doors.”
Joyce: (Rolls her eyes) “I’m not twelve! Plus- Gilbert wouldn’t allow anything anyways.”
Ma: (In one fast and fluid motion she wraps Lucille in the blanket and plucks her out of the water, seating her in the chair) “There we go, now ya can dry off and get dressed.”
Nick: What? Tainted...? *A horrific realization of what she means dawns on him, but instead he firmly shakes his head* I doubt Donny would do that to you... But it if makes you feel better, I'll test it for you *Reaches for the bottle, tips it, then massages the top. A couple drops of the broth lands in his mouth. He mimes chewing to get a better sense of the flavor then tilts his head* No, not tainted. There's a bunch of salt and herbs. But other than that, it's your run of the mill beef broth. *Offers the bottle to her*
Teshteal: *panicking a little. He's definitely stronger than a ferret and there's always the risk of losing himself to the programming looming over his head. He just keeps sipping his lemonade, pretending everything's fine. He's caused enough trouble, for now.*
Lucille: *blinks with slightly wide eyes. For a moment she reexamines all the scars on her body, then she reaches up to her hair and lets out a mild gasp... It's gotten a bit longer since she's cut it, last.* Another thing I'm going to have to take care of later, I guess... *Starts to reach for her clothes*
Gardio: *managed to get it all the way up to Ma's bathroom. He heaves a sigh of relief once it's out of his arms. He wipes his hands together and presses them on his hips as he assesses the situation before getting the tools*
Jasmine: (Stares at her dad almost in astonishment now) “Donny….” (Covers her mouth and mumbles something into it that sounds foreign, then giggles as she closes her eyes) “Donny….” (Opens her eyes with a disoriented expression, banging the side of her forehead with the palm of her hand, trying to get herself to process things better. Her head hurts and so does her stomach, but it’s probably hunger at this point. She takes the bottle into her mouth and slowly starts to suck, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something)
Donovan: (Gestures at Gertie in her bundle, approaching so he can see the new little one) “Aaawww, she’s so precious.” (Reaches out to gives the baby some scritches on the top of her head)
Gertie: (Leans into it and closes her eyes, licking her nose again)
Joyce: (Excitedly, lemonade dribbling down her chin) “I know!!! She’s more adorable than I ever could’ve imagined!!!”
Ma: (Offers Lucille some lotion if she wants it) “I could give you a haircut later, honey. I have all the tools, but you did just take a shower. Unless you’re one of those who don’t feel like ants are all over them after a haircut and don’t have the need to take a rinse.”
Ma’s Room: (Pretty large since it’s the master bedroom and well decorated, a distinct scent of flowers in the air. There’s a big bed with luscious pillows and sheets positioned at the left wall with two nightstands on each side of it, but only one of them is full of stuff while the other remains bare besides a lamp. Her rocking chair is besides a collection of books, a TV, and holotapes of what seem to be playlists of songs from the labels that are either titles of full albums or specially mixed playlists, in both English and Spanish. Also a few movies and shows are mixed in there. There’s a large vanity besides the walk-in closet that’s lined with different perfumes and other ladies trinkets. She also has a sewing station set up complete with a high grade sewing machine and an adjustable dress form. The rest of the room is decorated with a rug and a few decor items and her walls are plastered with photos of different people of varying ages from infants to older folks, sometimes Ma is in posing those photos with Donny also making an appearance)
Ma’s Bathroom: (A dreamy pink bathroom with patterns of hearts on the walls. On the floor are matching bath mats and matching towels are hung up on the walls. There’s a empty spot in the little indent meant for a tub that had long been removed to make way for the new one)
Lucille: Yeah, you're right. I would get pretty itchy. *Accepts the lotion and starts to rub it on herself before putting on her clothes completely*
Nick: *glad to see she's drinking something without much fuss. He does wonder what's on her mind but he's not going to interrupt her*
Teshteal: *notices the lemonade dribbling down her chin and finally puts down the cup, dashing for a hand towel then, with a surprising delicate and gentle touch, dabs the liquid dry from her face. Sweetly* Swallow next time before you speak... Okay?
Gardio: *a little awestruck when he can finally fully view the room upon return. He feels like he just stepped into a movie... Then has to remind himself that over 200 years ago, people had lusciously decorated and populated rooms like these... He takes a moment to admire the sewing machine, the TV and holotapes, the records, and bed. It almost brings a tear to his eye. He doesn't know why- the whole house is a snapshot of life before the bombs... He sighs as he looks at all the photos with a nostalgically sad smile*
Jasmine: (Settles down against Nicks chest again, eyes still locked up on him) (Signing) “Speak, please.” (Wants to hear his voice right now since it’s so soothing)
Joyce: (Crinkles her nose at Teshteal) “Okay I’ll try, but no promises.”
Donovan: (As he gets himself a glass of water) “She does the same thing with snacks, which is why Pirate always hovers near her feet when she’s talking.”
Pirate: (Is in fact hovering near under the table)
Ma: (Strokes Lucille’s damp hair) “Would you like me to call your father to come help you, or would you like some crutches to use?”
The Photos: (Are all in uniquely decorated photo frames, each one lovingly handcrafted for each photo it holds)
Nick: Heh. Want to hear my thoughts? I could ask you the same, honestly. How's your memory from the last day or so?
Teshteal: *light chuckle. Something about that reminds him of himself*
Gardio: *fond smile despite not knowing any of them. He decides to get started on installing this tub, only heading out for a moment to turn off the water then back up to attach the pipe to the tub itself, plumbers glue, caulk and all. Part of him wonders if he should fashion a shroud for the pipe so it doesn't look garrish against the emaculate bathroom, but he finds it's well hidden with some adjustments to the plumbing and position of the tub*
Lucille: Get me some crutches. I'll figure out how to get to the attic. *Finally fully clothed... Though she does miss some of the secure feeling her armor gave her*
Jasmine: (Makes a so-so motion with her hand, shaking her head) (Signing) “Foggy.”
Donovan: (Pats Joyce’s shoulder) “I need you to help me with getting some of the smaller broken down crates back to the dock so they can take them back.”
Joyce: (Sets her glass down) “Okay!” (Holds out Gertie’s bundle to Teshteal) “Do you mind watching her for me while I help Donny?”
Ma: “Oh sweetheart, there are a lot of stairs to get back up there. I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind coming back down to help you.” (Gently cups her cheek and tilts her face up to hers) “He wouldn’t want you to fall, and neither would I.”
Nick: Do you remember where we are...?
Lucille: I'm sure I could get back up. I'm sturdier than that... Besides he's probably busy with something. I don't want to bother him-
Teshteal: *takes Gertie and holds her close to his chest* Sure! Be careful out there!
Gardio: *fiddling with the pieces of pipe he brought up to make sure he has all the right bends and connections and that they're the right size for the tub... It's not like he can just go down to the hardware store and buy more pipe.*
Jasmine: (Raises her head a bit more to slowly look around, eyes going up to the lighthouse where she had previously put a gun to her own head, the pieces hardly clicking in her head) (Quietly) “Donny….”
Joyce: “I will be, don’t worry!” (Walks off to grab some of the crates off the counter and carry them off.”
Donovan: (Quickly follows after her after a wave to Teshteal over his shoulder, mind occupied with something else already)
Ma: “Love, what did we just discuss, hm? That your family is here to help you, that it what families do.” (Starts to walk to the door, looking at the young woman over her shoulder) “I’ll go find your father, your wellbeing never should be a bother to him.”
Teshteal: *blinks before looking down at the tiny ferret resting her head just outside of her bindle* She'll be okay, right...?
Nick: I take it from that look, you do- at least a little. *Nods his head at the bottle* Looks like you still have some broth left...
Gardio: *fitting the connectors together then test fitting them to the tub and water line as Ma comes up to get him*
Lucille: *frowns at her feet. No one bothered to simply reach out and help her when she was over encumbered or injured in the past two years. Sure there was the occasional offer to lighten the load, but often they had too much on their hands as it was. Unless her companions were fighting something on her behalf, there was hardly any assistance if she was injured... The only exception was when she lost a limb and an eye. Or her wife gave her a stimpak for her troubles*
Jasmine: (Nods her head at the bottle and continues to drink while staring at Nick with interest)
Gertie: (Licks her nose some more and yawns, blinking up at the gremlin like the baby she is)
Donovan: (Sees Ma leave the bathroom just before he goes back outside) “Detective Chapel is helping with your bathtub.”
Ma: “Oh really? How sweet of him.” (Smiles and quickly heads up the stairs to find Gardio. She lightly knocks on her own door so she doesn’t startle him entering) “Detective Chapel?” (Steps into her room and walks over to her bathroom)
Nick: *looks lost in thought about something again. He wonders if she even remembers her outburst at Lucille. Now probably wouldn't be a good time to bring it up*
Gardio: *has the tub pulled out at an angle so he can reach the pipes. Currently he's fastening then to the wall, glue and caulk already applied* Yes, ma'am? *He fastens the last section of pipe to the wall*
Lucille: *thinks about trying to stand but then she remembers the struggle of getting up in the tub. She grunts in annoyance. She already feels like a terrible person but now she's just pathetic...*
Teshteal: *licks his own nose in response and giggles* Yeah. She'll be fine. *Pokes the bridge of Girtie's little nose playfully*
Jasmine: (Still wants to hear her Dads voice so she lightly taps on his shoulder for his attention)
Gertie: (Cutely nibbles on Teshteals finger)
Ma: (Leans against the doorway of her bathroom) “Your daughter needs some help getting back upstairs, she’s done bathing and is waiting in the bathroom.”
Nick: Hm? Sorry, I was thinking of Lucille... What is it, Rosie?
Teshteal: *laughs* Hey, that tickles! *Attempts to remove his finger* You're such a wittle baby! Yes you are! *Pets the top of her little head*
Gardio: Oh? *Finishes securing the pipe, then pivots the tub back in place so he can attach it properly when he gets back* I'll be right down. *Rubs the sweat from his brow before wiping his hands on a work towel he snagged from the utility room. He approaches Ma just before leaving* Thank you for letting me know. And thank you for taking care of her...
Jasmine: (Face crinkles with disdain when she hears Lucille’s name, securing her fathers coat more over herself) (Signing) “Talk to me, please.”
Gertie: (Gives Teshteal a bunch of little licks with her itty-bitty tongue)
Ma: (Steps out of the way so he may pass) “You’re more than welcome…” (Sighs sadly) “May I add- you should have a talk with your daughter about her current life arrangements centering around her settlements. The poor dear sounds like she’s shouldering a lot more than one should on her own, and I do not think it’s helping her mental state.”
Nick: About Lucille? Are you sure? *Raises an eyebrow* I don't think now is a good time for it.
Gardio: *concerned frown but gives an understanding nod* I'll see what I can do... *As he walks past her, he pauses to look at her once more* Perhaps she can discuss trade with some of your allies in the future. *He continues to walk out of the room*
Lucille: *tracing one of the scars on her arm, idly*
Jasmine: (Shakes her head at that, scowling through the bottle) (Signing) “About ANYTHING else.”
Ma: (Nods her head after the glowing ghoul, watching him leave for a moment before she decides to go downstairs herself and prep the bathroom for Rosie to use)
Nick: *sighs* Fine, fine... What about that thing you were trying to reach out to? Looked like a bit of haze on my sensors. Thought it was some sort of glitch but Detective Chapel sensed it, too. Even poor Dogmeat was confused.
Gardio: *knocks on the door* Lucille? Sweetie? Can I come in?
Lucille: *looks up* Yeah, Dad.
Gardio: *walks in* How are you feeling?
Lucille: ... *Looks flatly up at him* Like I'm causing nothing but trouble.
Gardio: You aren't. Trust me.
Lucille: *eyes the rag looped through his belt* You were busy with something.
Gardio: *crouches next to the chair, facing her side* It can wait for a moment. I can finish it when I'm done taking care of you. *Puts one arm under her legs and the other behind her back, scooping her up*
Lucille: *sighs* I'm an adult.
Gardio: And adults still help each other. Parents still help their adult kids all the time. At least, even in this world, they should.
Lucille: *frowns at herself. She wonders how Shaun... Or rather, the synth child based on him... Is doing*
Gardio: *carrying her up the stairs* Besides, we need to talk about your settlements.
Lucille: *a chill runs down her spine at the thought of trying to untangle herself from them*
Teshteal: *takes to just sitting on the couch again, waiting for his girlfriend to return, letting the baby ferret nap in her bindle against his chest*
Jasmine: (Hums softly, getting a dazed look in her eyes while she thinks of the misty haze of warmth that kissed her) (Softly) “Mamá….”
Ma: (Goes over to the med room to get some fresh bandages ready for Rosie, then goes into the empty bathroom to clear it out)
Nick: Your mama...? *muttering to himself in confusion* Has she been watching this entire time? If so, why hasn't she stepped in sooner?
Lucille: You shouldn't concern yourself with tha-
Gardio: I will if it means you can have time to actually live. When's the last time you had a vacation?
Lucille: *grumbles* People don't get vacations in the wasteland. That's not a luxury-
Gardio: Bullshit.
Lucille: *taken aback. looking up at her father and tilting her head in shock* I'm sorry...?
Gardio: Bullshit- I've lived for over 200 years. People do take breaks, even if it means having someone on guard to keep the rest of the group safe.
Jasmine: (Blinks at her dad, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes, pulling away from the bottle) “Cause…. I told her to go away. I made her go away…..”
Ma: (Sighs to herself when she remembers yet again that she must clean up the top of the lighthouse to get rid of all the blood and glass. She’ll have to set time aside for that later)
Nick: *carefully wipes her tears away with his thumb with his good hand. Sadly* Oh Rosie...
Lucille: *frowns in disapproval* I can't just drop everything without having someone to take my place! Who's going to gather the materials to build? Who's going to repair the settlements? Who's going to build them up???
Gardio: You have hundreds of people living on Settlements and none of them have thought to build up their homes on their own?! None maintain the buildings?! None build them?!
Lucille: They don't know HOW-
Gardio: How do you know that? Have you asked?
Lucille: *goes quiet*
Gsrdio: You haven't, have you...?
Lucille: No...
Gsrdio: *sighs as he enters the attic and carefully sets her in bed*
Jasmine: (Sniffles on her tears, clutching onto Nick tightly for comfort while she shakes) “Daddy….”
Ma: (Comes out of the bathroom after it’s cleaned up and smiles at Teshteal on the sofa as she walks outside to ask Nick if he wants to take Rosie to wash up himself or allow her to do so)
Nick: *rubs the top of her head, gently brushing her lovely curly hair with his good hand*
Gardio: Lucille, I think you need help-
Lucille: From? You? Nick? The Minutemen?!
Gardio: *even more perturbed* Are they not??? I thought that was part of their job.
Lucille: No! I'm always leading the charge to gather settlements for the Minutemen! That's my job as the General... *mutters* I don't even know why Preston appointed someone he just met-
Gardio: *huffs through his nose* And where is Preston?
Lucille: *looks up at him, concerned* Dad, please don't go on a rampage on my behalf.
Gardio: I'm not. I'm just-! *takes a deep breath, then slowly exhales* I'm just trying to understand the gravity of the situation. Now... Where is Preston?
Lucille: At Sanctuary... *looks away with slight resentment* Like he always is...
Gardio: That's not very fair to you...
Lucille: ...I know...
Jasmine: (Squeezes Nick even tighter, allowing herself to be comforted and feel safe in his arms)
Ma: (Strolls outside and up the stairs on the side of the house slowly so that they can hear her coming up)
Jasmine: (Gets frightened anyways and pulls up Nick's coat over her head while scrunching into a smaller ball, whimpering quietly)
Ma: (Approaches the two on the chair) “How are you two doing up here?”
Nick: *calmly and reassuringly* It's alright, Rosie... Just Mama Evie. *lifts the jacket just a little so she can see her Tia Evita. To the woman in question* She's feeling a little better. She drank quite a bit of broth- I'm proud of her for that. *smiles back down at the now trembling girl*
Gardio: I think we should call on the minutemen more.
Lucille: *looks up in shock* More...?!
Gardio: I don't mean you! I mean the rest of the minutemen- which I assume are the settlers you've recruited?
Lucille: *slow nod, then hesitates* They might get killed, though...
Gardio: *sad sigh* If they truly care about the people they're building up the settlements for, then it will have been for a worthy cause. The weight isn't for you to bear alone, Lucille...
Ma: (Smiles warmly at the girl) “Hi princess, are you enjoying the sun?”
Jasmine: (Just stares at Ma with her wide doe eyes that are filled with fright, curled up to Nick like a scared little fawn)
Ma: (Tries not to let her sadness over the teen being scared of her show on her face) “The bathroom is open if you would like to take her down to get dressed for the rest of the day.” (Approaches a bit more) “Or if needed, I can take her instead.”
Jasmine: (Shakes her head at that last idea, turning her gaze up to her father)
Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Eight
Masterlist
Teshteal: *hides behind Gardio suddenly, sniffing the air to see if this person's friend or foe*
Gardio: *not sure why he's hiding suddenly since he knows the smaller man can easily kill a horde of super mutants*
Joyce: (Immediately notices and turns to face Teshteal, worry on her face) “Teshteal….?”
Donovan: (To the crew member) “Safe trip?” (Extends his hand for a handshake)
Crew Member: (Grips Donny’s arm with hers, flashing a friendly smile) “The waters got a little rough, but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle.” (Gestures behind her at the rest of the crew members who are starting to unload) “We’ve got everything on the list- along with some gifts from friends.”
Donovan: (Begins walking closer to the boat) “Is that so?”
Teshteal: *eyeing up and down the crew member. So far he smells the sea and the typical smell of gun powder that many a caravan person has. Hisses* Gifts? *listening and sniffing for anything that could be a bomb or a trojan crate*
Gardio: *notices Joyce's concerned look and extends a reassuring hand* He's likely on guard because it's a new person... *To crew member after adjusting his hat* Mind if I and my associate inspect the crates?
Lucille: *quietly blinks into the water as the lullaby ends, not sure how to handle her now relaxed and still state*
Ma: (Softly, like a mother speaking to her downhearted child) “Something on your mind, love?”
Lucille: Just not used to being this relaxed. *shrugs*
Ma: (Grabs some conditioner and a comb) “Is that so? You’re on the road a lot I take it?”
Joyce: (Inches closer to Teshteal, holding out her hand to him) “It’s okay- they are good friends of ours….” (Glances back at the boat) “Really good friends….”
Crew Member: (So confused about the glowing ghoul and the strange hissy gremlin behind him) “Uh…..” (Turns to Donny with wide eyes)
Donovan: (Shrugs his shoulders) “I mean…. It ain’t like they're hiding anything.” (Gestures at the crew members who are beginning to unload the boat onto the dock) “We’ve known these guys all their lives- their parents and even grandparents too.”
Boat Captain: (Waves to Donny from the top of the deck)
Donovan: (Smiles and waves back) “Yo Trenton! Ya didn’t happen to pack a bomb on the boat, hm?”
Trenton: (Shakes his head) “And hurt dear old Mama Evie? You think I’m trying to get my head to be served on a platter?”
Goats: (Bleat from inside the boat as if confirming the captains words)
Lucille: *nods* Very. I have settlements to maintain- *tenses up, remembering all the work she has to do on quite a few settlements* I need to get back to work soon-
Ma: (Frowns slightly hearing that) “Honey, remember what I said about slowing down to give yourself time?”
Teshteal: *slowly eases out from behind the large glowing one detective with extreme caution*
Gardio: *to the crew* If you say so. *still watching warily like the gargoyle he is*
Joyce: (Reaches to take her boyfriends hand, looking between both him and Gardio) “….Is something wrong?”
Crew Member: (Still looking at Donny nervously as she rushes to follow him) “Protective much?” (Gestures at the two newcomers who seems extra wary and cautious) “Are they…..?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head as he takes a crate from a crew member that hands it to him) “Nah, but you guys didn’t hire anyone new- right?”
Crew Member: (Also shakes her head) “Nope. Some old sea dogs as it’s always been.”
Donovan: “Good.” (Motions with his chin to a spot on the ground) “Just leave the crates and boxes there- and I’ll bring ‘em inside. You know how Ma likes everything organized.”
Crew Member: “You’re sure Donny…? We can help with the sorting?”
Donovan: (Remembering Jasmine and how jumpy she is) “Nawh- I’ve got it. Besides, don’t you guys have other places to be?”
Teshteal: New people. I need to be careful that they aren't vault operatives or that I don't hurt innocent people.
Gardio: *to Teshteal* They seem like decent people-
Teshteal: *shakes his head* Not just that, I sense... something off out here. Hard to place right now. *tail twitches anxiously*
Lucille: *quietly* This isn't enough time...?
Ma: (Smiles sadly down at her, gently squeezing her hand that she never let go of) “No my dear- three days is not enough for what you went through and neither is one soothing bath.”
Lucille: That's what worked in the past. I don't see why it doesn't work now. *shrugs*
Joyce: (Looks around at the people helping with unloading the cargo) “But what’s wrong about this?”
Trenton: (Comes out with a small bundle- too small to be a baby but it’s some sort of little creature) “Joyce? Sweetheart- look who’s here.”
Joyce: (Eyes widen as she begins to approach the boat captain instead, carefully taking the bundle from him)
Donovan: (Stopped helping with unloading the crates just to watch, smiling at his little sister)
Joyce: (Squeals with excitement as she beams down at the little bundle) “Ohhhhhhh!!!! She’s adorable!!!”
Teshteal: *ears perk up and and curiosity gets the best of him so he carefully approaches Joyce to see what... or rather who she's holding. He completely forgot her question already*
Joyce: (Beams up at her boyfriend, leaning towards him to show her little bundle of joy)
The Bundle: (Contains the tiny wiggly form of a baby panda ferret who’s no older than eight weeks old)
Joyce: (Squeals as she coos down at the little noodle, scratching under its chin) “Isn’t she just the cutest!?!?”
Trenton: (Smiles at Joyce and backs off to talk with Donovan, his face getting slightly more serious)
Ma: (Tenderly as she pets Lucille’s hair) “Oh honey- that ain’t a good way to function. It is like I said before- you’re human and it’s not fair to treat yourself as less. You need rest, for both your mental and physical health.”
Lucille: That's lovely and all but I have people who depend on me. They need supplies- Defenses! I can't just lay around for a week when they're waiting on materials that could very well save their lives!
Ma: (Raises a brow at this) “Huh, If I didn’t know any better I would say you sound like you’re raising a bunch of orphaned children. Are that weak and helpless? Isn’t there someone else who can give them a hand? You’re just one person, sweetheart. You can’t do it all.” (Fearful that Lucille will crumble again under more pressure)
Teshteal: *eyes go big- as large as saucers- at the teeny little panda noodle. He resists the urge to pick her up and lifts her up above his head in awe* A little baby panoodle...! *cupping both sides of his face, trying to contain his joy. He forgets about his apprehension completely thanks to the precious little ferret*
Joyce: “Panoodle!!!!!” (Looks like she’s attempting to contain her joy just as much as Teshteal, giving a bunch of little kisses down to her new baby)
Pirate: (Running and jumping around to greet everyone as if they were old friends, tail wagging like crazy)
Trenton: (Beckons Donovan to follow him while Joyce is distracted, picking up a crate of food that is meant to go inside)
Donovan: (Gives one quick look to his little sister as he also picks up a crate to carry inside, following the captain) “What’s up?”
Trenton: “I’ve got something for ya….”
Lucille: *purses her lips in thought and goes silent in thought for a moment. Quietly* Who's going to build the defenses...? The walls...? No one else does it but me... *head spins as she begins to spiral from how much the Commonwealth depends on solely her*
Ma: (Squeezes Lucille’s hand again as even more worry floods her face) “My sweet…..” (Gently cups Lucille’s cheek with her other hand to try and get her attention before she loses the young woman) “Lucille, look at me please.”
Lucille: ... *looks up ever so slightly, her mismatched eyes trying to focus on Ma despite her spiraling thoughts on all the responsibility thrown on her*
Ma: (Gently strokes Lucille’s cheek with her thumb, her face soft and comforting) “Are you with me, sweetie?”
Teshteal: *cooing at the tiny panda noodle. Doesn't believe he's seen anything so cute in his life*
Joyce: (Moves to huddle in closer to her boyfriend again so he can get a better look at the little wiggly gal) “She’s so little!!!” (Slightly holds the bundle out so Teshteal can hold the baby if he wants)
Donovan: “Good or bad?”
Trenton: “Wish I could say good news- but sadly it ain’t…..”
Donovan: (Feels a weight of dread and exhaustion build up in his chest at that) “Oh…..”
Teshteal: *takes the baby panoodle into his arms and gently nuzzles her soft fur with his nose* So soft and sweet! *stops for a moment, admiring the adorable ball of fluff* What are you going to name her?
Joyce: (Proudly) “Gertie!!! She’s from the same mother as Gilbert!!!”
Gertie: (Gives a very tiny lick on the gremlins nose, her little paws poking out of the swaddle she’s in)
Donovan: (Sets the crate down on the kitchen counter, walking over to check on the slowly simmering pot of broth)
Trenton: (Looks like he’s dreading to bare whatever news he has to the ghoul)
Jasmine: (Whimpers ever so slightly in her sleep, also feeling a heavy load start to weigh down on her shoulders and ropes snag at her ankles- trying to pull her down in her dreams once more….. But she can also feel something else…. Something she can’t quit put her finger on…. But it’s present)
Teshteal: *giggles at the tiny ferret kiss* Awe! He's got a little sister now! *gently holds one of her tiny paws in his fingers* Wook at her wittle hands!
Joyce: (Practically shining brighter than the sun itself) “She’s so stinking cute that imma die!!!”
Gertie: (Looking between the two squealers curiously, so confused on what’s going on)
Crew Members: (Keep unloading all the goods and eventually they stroll on out with a half dozen or so sheep and goats with their young, the creatures bleating as the clamor along)
Jasmine: (Attempts to free herself from the chains that are tying and pulling her down as she feels the crushing weight of the world on bare down on her shoulders- partly recognizing that she’s dreaming and her troubles are manifesting themselves into it. She struggles for a bit, tears forming on her waterline and she’s about to scream with frustration but then she feels like what seems to be a gentle kiss on her head from behind and she freezes- hearing a low hum in the distance of her dreamworld)
Teshteal: *blinks for a moment, tail twitching upward when he realizes something. Whispers* I think we might be scaring her with all our cooing. *to the baby ferret as quietly as he possibly can* Sorry.
Joyce: (Hums lowly as her emerald eyes widen) “Ooops…..” (Reaches out to gently stroke her new baby’s face again) “Sorry Gertie….”
Gertie: (Also licks Joyce’s fingers with her tiny tongue when she can)
Lucille: Trying to be... *thoughts race on what settlement still needs what resource and how many turrets she needs to assign to another and so on...* Hard to stop when it's all you've been able to think about for the last year and a half....
Ma: (Softly) “And you do it all completely on your own? For over a year and a half now?”
Lucille: *nods grimly* No one helps...
Ma: (Heart just about snaps all over again and she has half a mind to go down to these settlements and give them an earful because poor Lucille seems to have enough trouble as it is) “It really is no wonder that you’re so overworked. But I’m sure we can work something out that doesn’t involve you trudging all around to try and fix everyone’s problems.”
Jasmine: (Her hands that were once firmly clasping Nicks shirt start to move a bit to grope behind him despise nothing being there) “Mhmmm……”
Dogmeat: (Sniffs the girl when she does this, whining softly)
Jasmine: (Eyes sparkle in her dream world as the humming gets closer and it’s unmistakeable of what it is to her) “Mamá…..” (And just like that- the weight starts to get lifted off her shoulders and her ties start to become undone)
Nick: *to dogmeat calmly* I see it, boy. Problem is- I don't want to wake her. *senses the presence himself, though for him it's more like an unknown source of heat or warmth other than the sun*
Gardio: *observing from the distance. From the sound of things, the goods involve livestock and he doesn't want to risk contaminating them with his radiation*
Teshteal: *gentle smile, or as gentle as it can be with his sharp teeth at Gertie*
Lucille: Good luck getting people to listen... If it's not farming or guard duty or some other slightly menial task, then it's all on me to keep up these places.
Ma: (Huffs slightly when she hears that) “Well that sounds to me plain unfair on your side. They cannot really expect one woman to help now can they?”
Gertie: (Licks her nose as she gazes up between Joyce and Teshteal, seemingly unbothered by Teshteal appearance since he’s friendly)
Joyce: (Nose scrunches slightly) “I think Gilbert isn’t going to be too happy- he’s spoiled that way.”
Jasmine: (Shakes off her remaining shackles in her dream and looks around with wide kitten eyes) “Mamá!!!!” (She listens for the humming, but it sounds like it’s coming from all directions so she picks one and starts running) “Mami!!!!!” (She feels another soft breath and kiss on the back of her neck this time as she runs- fueling her determination. She misses her mother so damn much….)
Dogmeat: (Noses his way on in closer to the teen as she continues to try and grab something behind Nick while kicking her feet)
Nick: Oh- Hold on, doll... *wraps his arms around her to keep her from knocking the both of them off of the lounge chair and starts rubbing her back to soothe her excitement*
Teshteal: *quiet huff* What is Gilbert to do? She'll have to live in the same house. *emphatically raises his hands, as if performing a fool in a play shrugging off a joke or a jab*
Joyce: (Giggles at Teshteal, squeezing Gertie’s bundle slightly) “You’re right. He’ll have to grow to love his little sister. Besides- I’m sure she smells like their mother.” (Sniffs the little noodle to confirm her thoughts- Gertie smelling exactly like baby Gilbert when she first got him)
Lucille: *shrugs in defeat* Apparently, they can... Doesn't matter. I like building-
Ma: (Shakes her head in disapproval at these people as she mutters something under her breath, tapping the bottom of Lucille’s chin) “I’m sure you do honey- but too much strain on one person will cause them to crumble. So no- they can’t be asking you to do everything for them. You have your own life to manage too.”
Jasmine: (Somewhat feels Nicks gentle rubs in her sleep, but she cannot really contain herself as she feels the softest of touches caress the side of her face and she runs even faster towards a bright beacon of light in the distance. Behind her she can almost hear and feels her troubles calling out to her, but the light is driving it all away for her) “Mamá!!!”
Nick: *confused- she's usually only this active in her sleep when she's having a nightmare and yet, she doesn't seem distressed*
Teshteal: *sniffs* She does smell kind of similar to the little guy...
Gardio: *still still as a statue. One would assume he is one*
Joyce: (Takes in a deep inhale of Gertie, rocking back and forth happily) “Baby ferret smell!!!”
Lucille: *mutters quietly* What life... I had a life before the war and now what? I blew up the institute- but that's all I'll ever be known for.... *splashes the water in a fit of frustration* The one who obliterated the boogeyman of the commonwealth while graciously giving homes to those who need them.
Ma: “Correct me if I am wrong- but I believe that ‘your life’ consists of the same people who helped talk you out of ending it so soon and have taken care of you.” (Tenderly rakes her fingers through Lucille’s purple hair) “They make up your life and you make up theirs in turn. That is what family is. You take care of one another and watch each others hearts and wellbeing.”
Lucille: *eyes sting with tears. She tries to hide it by averting her gaze. She doesn't know if she has the strength to return the favor to the people who do care... And now she wonders if she's failed each and every one of them, now*
Jasmine: (Hums along with the song the voice of her mother is singing- recognizing it immediately as one of the many lullabies she’d sing. It twists her heartstrings a bit, but she cannot help the smile on her face) “Mami….” (She stops running but doesn’t stop squirming to escape in real life, closing her eyes to bask in the warmth she’s feeling throughout her body)
Nick: *still holding his squirming daughter as still as he can. He keeps petting her back to comfort her*
Ma: (Smiles kindly down at the young woman) “You know- people often ask me why I do what I do. Why I devote everything I am to being a caretaker and mother when I seemingly get little in return for walking sometime walking into a blaze that could leave me with less than what I had before. What they don’t understand is that I do get something in return each and every time. I get the irreplaceable joy of seeing my babies and loved ones flourish and glow over time even in the tiniest ways. That will fill me up more than gold and glory ever wil even if it’s in the tiniest of ways like a simple glitter in their eyes in the morning at breakfast or the peaceful look on their face as they sleep in comfort.” (Gently taps the bottom of Lucille’s chin once more before she moves her hand up to tuck her short hair behind her ears even if there isn’t much to do so) “That’s what any good parent wants from their kid. I can say that your father is no different. And if I end up with taking a hard loss or a couple of hits, well then so be it. Love is the sacrifices we make for each other anyways. And if you’re wondering what you’re sacrificing here for this love- it’s that little piece of you that you keep trying to hide away from everyone. That little piece of you that’s human, tired and just wants peace and rest. Yes, that piece of you that you think is unwanted and not worth it is still precious because it’s a part of you, my love.”
Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at how loving his girlfriend is over this small creature*
Joyce: (Bounces and pats her little bundle of joy- then glances back at the house) “I wonder how we should play this out with Gilbert….”
Jasmine: (Mumbling hoarsely as she paws midair) “Mamá…. Come back…. Please….” (Kicks her feet a bit harder) “Lo siento Mami, lo mucho siento. Por favor….. Don’t leave me alone- you know I hate it….”
Translation: “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m very sorry. Please.”
Dogmeat: (Sniffles the squirming girl some more with big puppy eyes of confusion and concern because she’s making strange sounds)
The Voice: (Whispers ever so softly and comfortingly into the broken teens ear, wrapping her up in a hug of warmth and security) “Chiquilla bonita. Llegaste del cielo en un tren del amor. Tu alegre sonrisa. Me enseña en la vida, el camino mejor….”
Translation: “Pretty girly. You arrived from heaven on a train of love. You’re happy smile. It teaches me the better things in life.”
Jasmine: (Feels her heart both flood with overwhelming joy and crack into a million little pieces when she registers that- having not understood why her mother had been so adamant on singing that song to her during her prewar days…. But now it’s just becoming clear. She has to find her mother- she has to say sorry) “I’m sorry Mamá…..” (She hugs her dream self tightly and rocks back and forth on her feet, taking a couple of slow steps to follow the voice but once again it’s coming from all directions)
Nick: *whispers* What's going on in that pretty little head of yours...?
Teshteal: Hrm... Slowly? Like a cat?
Gardio: *nods*
Lucille: *lips tremble before burying her face in her hands. She wishes she COULD rest but the consequences of that feel too great*
Ma: (Softly) “Whatcha thinking about, my sweet?” (Gently allows her hand to rest on Lucille’s shoulder, looking on at the young woman with concern and understanding)
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Joyce: (Glances between Gardio and Teshteal) “I suppose so- but knowing my little stinker he’ll come running the moment he senses someone else taking up my attention then throw a tantrum.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Jasmine: (Mewls like a lost kitten looking for their mother because she essentially is, her dream self wandering aimlessly through an empty field to find a dead woman whom she swears she can feel in her heart and hear in the distance. She smiles despite being lost- because she knows that her mother is close by and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on her child) “Where are you?”
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Ma: “Oh cariño…” (Her mother instincts take ahold and she immediately drops to her knees besides the poor young woman, gently draping her arm around Lucille’s shoulder to pull her into a hug that she can easily pull out of if she desires) “Sssssh, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll figure things out all together. You can only shoulder so much on your own until you crack and crumble- but that’s what your family is here for.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Joyce: (Turns back to the lighthouse in thought, then back down at the tiny kit once more) “Well- he’s gonna have to at least tolerate her. Hopefully he quickly learns that there’s plenty of love to go around. Plus it’s not good for ferrets to be alone.”
Teshteal: *making kissy faces and baby noises at the baby ferret... his ears pick up a rustling noise in the distance of the woods but the size tells him it might be a wild animal of some kind*
Jasmine: (Suddenly perks upright from Nicks chest as if she was summoned, her hands firmly planted on his shoulders so she can steady herself as her big magical doe eyes scan the area expectingly. They gloss over both Nick and Dogmeat as if they weren’t there- obviously she’s looking for something else) “Mamá…..” (She can still feel the warmth in her heart and the prickle of a ghostly kiss on the back of her head….. But where is her mother?)
Nick: *looks where she is. His sensors pick up a faint impression of... something but it's hard to get a reading. He briefly considers heading to Acadia for calibration if not for Jasmine's behavior. Kindly, out of confusion* What about her, doll?
Lucille: *sobs into the older woman's arms*
Ma: (Locks Lucille into her strong and comforting embrace that many people had sought solace in before) “Sssshh, it’s okay. Just let it all out.”
Jasmine: (Pouts a bit when she can’t find her mother, then she tilts her head at another prickle on her cheek. She then makes grabby hands up in the air while leaning over the side of the chair, almost like she’s trying to leap out of her fathers arms)
Nick: Woah, hold on there... *pulls her back a little, unsure exactly why she's trying to leap out of the seat at nothing. Granted, it seems better than the wild thrashing from before, but it doesn't make him any less concerned about her current behavior*
Gardio: *decides that the two lovebirds should be fine so he walks back to the lighthouse to try and be of some help. He approaches the two men* If there's any cargo that isn't food or livestock to haul in or set up, I'd be willing to help.
Donovan: (Looks frazzled about something but slowly nods his head, a bottle of broth in hand) “Yeah…. Yeah, that would be nice thank you….” (He walks over to the other ghoul, holding out the bottle to him) “Give this to Detective Valentine before you go, please.”
Trenton: (Leaning against the wall, looking down in deep thought, staring Donny’s expression of worry)
Gardio: Will do. *gives an affirming nod then gives Donny a reassuring but heavy pat on the shoulder, giving him just a little radiation as a boost to help ease his frazzled nerves before he heads on up to the roof*
Donovan: (Gives a weak smile at Gardio as he leaves, then sighs heavily)
Joyce: (Goes back to squealing happily over the little one) “Oooooh, she’s too perfect!!! I can’t get enough of her sweet little face!!!”
Gertie: (Gazes up at Teshteal and Joyce, licking her nose some more)
Teshteal: *licks his own nose with his long tongue to mimic Gertie*
Gertie: (Seems fascinated by the two people in front of her, especially by the strange gremlin man mimicking her by licking his own nose)
Joyce: (Giggles some more, this time at her boyfriend) “Ack, you’re cute as well!!!”
Jasmine: (Whines when she’s kept from leaping into the air but she doesn’t seem too upset, just tries to do it again while still making grabby hands at nothing)
Nick: *sighs, knowing if he tries to snap her out of it, she'll just grow more distressed* I can't just let you go- you might hurt yourself... Maybe your mama will come closer to hold you.
Gardio: *walks up the stairs to the roof and raises an eyebrow in confusion at the girl making grabby hands in the air. It's a stark contrast to the screaming and thrashing from before. He very carefully approaches and speaks calmly so he doesn't spook her* I have broth for her.
Teshteal: *turns to her and licks his nose like he's some sort of big cat then makes a tiny chirping noise with his mouth- being the silliest of sillies to make his angel laugh*
Joyce: (Shrieks with laughter at her goofball of a boyfriend, putting a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her laughter that can be heard across the ocean)
Teshteal: *grins at how much that simple noise made her happy* I could gobble her and Gilbert up like a couple of extra big noodles! *Playfully licks his lips*
Jasmine: (Looks over at Gardio when she hears his voice and blinks slowly, then turns to her father, then back to the space up in the area she was looking at) “Mamá….” (She wiggles in her dads arms, patting on his shoulder to try and make her let go, then makes her grabby hands to be picked up by whatever she’s looking at)
Dogmeat: (Whines with confusion, trying to lick the girl)
Gardio: *finally next to the chair. He sets the bottle down next to Nick* Here... Do you think she'll drink it in this state?
Nick: I haven't a clue... *to Jasmine* Hey, kitten. Do you think your Mama would be happy if you drank this broth? *picks up the bottle and holds it up* I think she would. *gently smiling at her*
Jasmine: “Mamá….” (Takes her eyes off the air with a wistful and somber, deep longing look in her eyes, letting her hands rest back on her Dads shoulders as she turns to look at him. She tilts her head to one side, then seems to register that it’s him and she breaks out into a warm smile)
Nick: *smiles just as warmly back, relieved to se that she's isn't suffering for once* It's good to see that smile. Would you like some broth? *Offers it to her once more to see if she'll take it or not*
Gardio: *amazed that the girl looks so at peace. He glances over at the spector she was making grabby hands at a second ago*
Nick: *thinks to himself* So he can see it, too? Well that means it's not a simple calibration issue...
Jasmine: (Softly) “Daddy….” (Gently presses her forehead to his while putting a hand on his cheek, sighing softly, not acknowledging what he’s offering her)
The Object: (Appears to be a misty ball of white light up in the sky, now fading out so it’s almost completely transparent)
Nick: *sighs and sets the bottle down* I suppose not... *Reaches up with his bad hand and strokes her cheek, then attempts to brush a stray hair from her face* Hey, kiddo.
Gardio: *watching as it disappears, wondering what or who that could have been... Whatever it was seemed to have a calming effect on the girl. Quietly he turns to and starts for the stairs* I'm going to help Donny. I promised him that I'd help.
Jasmine: (Hums happily in greeting, sighing as she slinks down to rest her head against Nicks chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his inner workings while the sun shines over them. She’s still tired, like her body is light years away from being fully recharged)
Joyce: “Oooohhh- I so hope they get along well!!! I would love to have a ferret snuggle session!!!”
Teshteal: *looks up and notices Gardio's left* We should... Probably go back. Dio left- *slight panic enters his voice* Why did he leave-?
Joyce: (Looks around) “Hm, I don’t know. Maybe he went to help Donny with the stuff.”
Teshteal: Yeah... *Shaking a little. He can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end again* I don't feel safe out here, though... Let's head back. *Turns to the lighthouse*
Joyce: (Seems concerned but she follows along) “Errrrrm…. Okay then. But can I ask, why don’t you feel safe?”
Teshteal: *glances at the ship* I don't know those people. I don't know if they're from that hellish place. *Already walking along*
Joyce: (Walks alongside him, confused) “What place? These our Ma and Donny’s friends, they’ve known them for a long time.”
Donovan: (Already putting away some of the stuff he brought in, raising his head when Gardio pokes his head in) “Handed it off?”
Gardio: As good as done. She still seemed sleepy though... *Fully steps into the kitchen* What do you need help with bringing in?
Donovan: (Rubs his forehead for a moment, then starts walking to the door past Gardio) “The stuff with the storage labels go into the basement, the kitchen labels go the kitchen, and the rest into the living room. Mama will sort them out later.”
Jasmine: (Her eyes click up to her father as she rests, lifting a hand to gently touch the side of his neck where there’s a large gash, humming a bit sadly and with concern)
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Nick: *tenderly takes her hand in his right* Don't worry. My sealants still seem to be intact... *Mutters, thinking about all the times Lucille led them into a flooded building* So far...
Teshteal: The place that turned me into this. The place that made my life hell the moment I stepped in it- *the slits of his eyes narrow with dread as the sound of commands, shouts, and manipulative sweet urgings grow louder and louder*
Gardio: Got it... And none of these would be damaged or tainted easily with radiation?
Jasmine: (Still eyes up her Dad with concern, blinking slowly at the patches and worn down skin on his neck and face)
Joyce: (Timidly, taking and squeezing Gertie’s bundle to her chest) “Teshteal? You okay…?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “Nawh, the crates and containers they are in are sealed tight. Should be all good.”
Nick: *sees where she's eyeing and waves it away, as if shooing a fly* Eh, cosmetic... Don't worry yourself with it. *Wry laugh* I'll get it replaced, one day. Haven't seen a need to, yet... *Readjusts his hold on her so she's more comfortable* How about you focus on getting some sleep and I'll think about that, hm?
Gardio: *starts moving the the crates to their new and proper homes as Donny instructed. Taking great care not to drop any of their precious belongings*
Teshteal: No. I'll never be okay... *Spiralling* Why would I deserve that? I've always been a terrible excuse for a person. I couldn't even do simple tasks without messing up! How have I survived this long? Are the people on the boat spies? Soldiers operating on a code word? Is everyone in danger? Are they after me-?
Jasmine: (Is now also focused on his bad hand that she siezes and brings up to her face, playing with his fingers curiously)
Donovan: (Goes outside to bring in more crates, walking a bit slowly)
Joyce: (Gets even more worried and stops walking) “Teshteal? No- you'll be okay, you’re not a terrible person…”
Nick: *softly hums* Try not to pinch yourself on the joints... *Keeping his hand slack so she can play as she likes*
Gardio: *soon as most of the items neatly stacked where they need to be. He starts getting in a rhythm with Donny, taking them from the younger man's hands and eventually noticing his slow pace* Are you alright? You seem sluggish with a few of these packages.
Teshteal: *crouches in the middle of the path, his tail swishing wildly* Th-then why do I keep getting these thoughts to kill or hurt everyone around me? Why do I want to act on them?! Do I actually love you? *He grips and tugs at his hair* Or is that just a means to a horrific end?! Why do they still control me-?!
Jasmine: (Toys with his fingers, tilting her head curiously while humming a note in question, wondering what happened to the skin on his hand)
Donovan: “Hm? Oh, I’m alright…. Just thinking about things….” (Gives Gardio another forced smile and nod) “I’ve gotta help Ma set up the large clawfoot tub they brought for her in her master bathroom, I want her to be able to have that spa bath she talked about.”
Joyce: (Swallows hard, her voice shaking. She wants to be able to spit out something wise for her boyfriend to ponder, but she can’t find the right words. So she goes back to what she only knows) “Teshteal? Can you take some deep breaths? You’re safe here….” (Wonders if she should run and go find Gardio or Nick)
Teshteal: *he tries to take a deep breath, but somehow chokes on it and swears between coughs. Despite this, he keeps trying to breathe deeply, eventually succeeding*
Gardio: Would you like some help with that? I can install the tub, too. It wouldn't be a problem at all for me in fact. *flashes a confident but also helpful smile* It's the least I could do to repay you all for housing us.
Nick: *sensing the question hinted at by that solitary hum* Lost that doing repairs on Diamond City. Or at least that's what I would say if it weren't from another model. Seems we generation 2 synths can't keep the skin on our bones.
Joyce: (Breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that it’s working, lightly petting his messy hair) “You’re okay…. We’re safe here…. We can go inside and get you a cup of some nice cold water.”
Donovan: (Looks at Gardio with partial astonishment) “Really? You can do that?”
Jasmine: (Nods her head slowly to show that she understands, then lightly runs her fingers near the gash on his neck, her eyes flickering to him expectingly)
Teshteal: *flinches a little, not expecting the comforting gesture. He leans into it, much like a cat headbutting their owner's hand. Softly* Okay... I'm sorry...
Gardio: Of course! Wouldn't be the first time I've hauled a tub up a set of stairs. I did that in my old settlement a few of times for folks. *Gestures vaguely with a tilt of his head as he hauls another crate to the kitchen* Just point me to the tub, where you want it, the plumbing supplies, and the water supply and a I'll have it done by the end of the day!
Nick: That's a combination of a lot of hard detective work, living in the ruins, and, you'd guess it, fixing up Diamond City... *Pets her head with his good hand*
Joyce: “It’s alright, here….” (Holds out her hand to him with a gentle and understanding smile) “Let’s go inside.”
Donovan: (Rubs the back of his head) “The tub is probably still on the dock and you can ask someone to help you wheel it in. The tub goes into the bathroom in Ma’s room and I’ll let her know so that you don’t give her a fright. The rest of the stuff should be in a little utility room in the basement.”
Jasmine: (Looks up at her Dad with her sparkling amber eyes that catch the sunlight and reflect beautifully, smiling at him, still toying with his bad hand)
Teshteal: *slowly takes her hand and lets her head him to the house*
Gardio: Understood. *Flashes a confident smile as he makes his way to the door. As he passes by the pair, his look shifts to concern. He doesn't stop walking, keeping mind of his deadline*
Nick: *taken back by the honey colored eyes before fondly smiling at her. Again, he's just happy to see that she's in such good spirits for once.*
Joyce: (Shifts the little bundle in her arms, gently squeezing her boyfriends hand, leading him back to the house)
Donovan: (Waves him off and just kinda stands there in the living room for a moment, taking a deep breath)
Jasmine: (Cutely scrunches her nose, whatever that light was surely brightened her soul back up, it’s even reflected in her eyes that aren’t resembling a haunted doll at the moment)
Nick: *wonders if this is the most she's been this calm and hopeful since they first met, not counting the trip through her memories*
Gardio: *reaches the dock and eyes the huge crate containing the tub. He approaches the crew working the boat with a wave* Mind if I get some help hauling this to the lighthouse? *He thinks he hears the brush rustle behind him, but shrugs it off as a gust of wind blows through the nearby treetops*
Teshteal: *face goes red, looking at their joined hands, both flustered and embarrassed simultaneously. Flustered because of the contact. Embarrassed for his breakdown just moments before*
Joyce: (Leads him inside to the kitchen, opening the fridge to browse what’s inside, deciding to take out a small pitcher of what appears to be lemonade) “Want some of this too? Or just water?”
Crewman: “Yup. It’s too bad we don’t have our forklift.” (Motions for everyone nearby to gather around the crate that’s on wheels so they can push and pull it with rope)
Jasmine: (Softly, and hoarsely because of her screaming and crying earlier) “You okay?”
Nick: I'm more than okay- you seem to be doing better and that's done me a world of good in itself!
Gardio: That is a shame. *Clucks as he walks along the tub* I'll push. *Gets behind the crate and braces himself against it, squatting so his legs do all the work* When you're all ready.
Teshteal: *sniffs the pitcher. It's definitely lemonade adjacent* I'll take it.
Lucille: *heaves a deep, relieved breath, the pressure worked out of her system* Thank you, Mama Evie...
Jasmine: (Searches her fathers eyes for a moment before nodding, glancing down at herself, then their surroundings, trying to catch up on what the hell is even going on)
Crewman: “Alright then. One…. Two…. Three!!!” (With that they all start pull on the crate to haul it up to the lighthouse with Gardios help)
Joyce: (Takes out two glasses and pours herself and Teshteal some lemonade, handing him his glass with her still warm smile) “Here you go!”
Ma: (Tenderly, stroking Lucille’s head) “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Nick: If you're wondering why you're up here, you crawled onto the roof from the window.
Teshteal: *accepts the glass, his hand trembles but he feigns a smile as he sips the tangy drink*
Gardio: *with his strength they make short work of it. Before they know it, they're at the doorstep* Good work! Thank you for the help! *Considers talking to Donny to see if there's anything they can do to pay them back extra for their service*
Lucille: ...I think I'm ready to get out of the bath, now...
Jasmine: (Looks like she’s about to ask more questions but then she hears voices coming from the bottom of the house and she gets spooked since she’s underdress, snagging her dads coat that Ma had brought up earlier to throw over her, curling up to her dad for safety)
Joyce: (Takes and squeezes his hand in hers, beaming at him as she drinks her lemonade)
Crewman: “No problem. Anything for the good mother.” (Starts to walk back the house with the others to finish the rest of the stuff)
Donovan: (Comes up from the basement where he was putting away more stuff)
Ma: (Nods and rises from the chair to grab a large towel for Lucille, offering her arm for support) “Okay honey, just move slowly for me and don’t put pressure on your ankle.”
Nick: *laughs a little and rubs her shoulder* Don't worry, doll. I got ya... I think I'm the only person in earshot if you're wandering what's going on.
Gardio: *goes down to the basement, quickly locating the utility room and fetching a crowbar to free the tub from its wooden prison. It isn't long before he's on the front step again and doing just that*
Teshteal: *blushes again, his ears pricking up a little... Quietly* I get so flustered around you... *Takes an awkward small sip of his drink*
Lucille: *wry laugh at that* I've walked on worse- *Attempts to rise but nearly falls over from the shooting pain in her ankle. She supports herself with the side of the tub*
Jasmine: (Shivers with fright and because she’s actually cold for once, huddling up to the warm safety that is dad. She peeps just her head out so she can look up at Nick and breath better, tightly clinging to him)
Donovan: (Had walked into the kitchen and raises a brow at the two) “Having a drink?”
Joyce: (Giggles and nods, balancing Gertie’s bundle in the crook of her arm) “Yup- drinking some of the lemonade I helped Mama make.”
Ma: (Firmly) “But under my watch you won’t. Come here.” (Puts her arm under Lucille’s so she can guide her out of the tub and onto the chair)
Nick: Cold? I think this broth here is still warm enough to do some good if you'll take it... *Jerks his head at the bottle as he rubs the small of her back*
Teshteal: *turns an even darker shade of red as he keeps the drink to his mouth, hoping it can hide his face. He doesn't even remember if Donny knows about their relationship*
Gardio: *props open the door then takes in a few deep breaths and lifts the giant tub on his own, occasionally grunting as he carries it through the house to its final designation*
Lucille: *hangs onto the older woman for support. She mentally curses the state her body is currently in- unable to support its own weight*
Jasmine: (Blinks up at Nick, her eyes getting a light mist to them) “Tainted….?”
Donovan: (Chuckles and waves a teasing finger at Joyce and Teshteal) “No closed doors.”
Joyce: (Rolls her eyes) “I’m not twelve! Plus- Gilbert wouldn’t allow anything anyways.”
Ma: (In one fast and fluid motion she wraps Lucille in the blanket and plucks her out of the water, seating her in the chair) “There we go, now ya can dry off and get dressed.”
Nick: What? Tainted...? *A horrific realization of what she means dawns on him, but instead he firmly shakes his head* I doubt Donny would do that to you... But it if makes you feel better, I'll test it for you *Reaches for the bottle, tips it, then massages the top. A couple drops of the broth lands in his mouth. He mimes chewing to get a better sense of the flavor then tilts his head* No, not tainted. There's a bunch of salt and herbs. But other than that, it's your run of the mill beef broth. *Offers the bottle to her*
Teshteal: *panicking a little. He's definitely stronger than a ferret and there's always the risk of losing himself to the programming looming over his head. He just keeps sipping his lemonade, pretending everything's fine. He's caused enough trouble, for now.*
Lucille: *blinks with slightly wide eyes. For a moment she reexamines all the scars on her body, then she reaches up to her hair and lets out a mild gasp... It's gotten a bit longer since she's cut it, last.* Another thing I'm going to have to take care of later, I guess... *Starts to reach for her clothes*
Gardio: *managed to get it all the way up to Ma's bathroom. He heaves a sigh of relief once it's out of his arms. He wipes his hands together and presses them on his hips as he assesses the situation before getting the tools*
Jasmine: (Stares at her dad almost in astonishment now) “Donny….” (Covers her mouth and mumbles something into it that sounds foreign, then giggles as she closes her eyes) “Donny….” (Opens her eyes with a disoriented expression, banging the side of her forehead with the palm of her hand, trying to get herself to process things better. Her head hurts and so does her stomach, but it’s probably hunger at this point. She takes the bottle into her mouth and slowly starts to suck, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something)
Donovan: (Gestures at Gertie in her bundle, approaching so he can see the new little one) “Aaawww, she’s so precious.” (Reaches out to gives the baby some scritches on the top of her head)
Gertie: (Leans into it and closes her eyes, licking her nose again)
Joyce: (Excitedly, lemonade dribbling down her chin) “I know!!! She’s more adorable than I ever could’ve imagined!!!”
Ma: (Offers Lucille some lotion if she wants it) “I could give you a haircut later, honey. I have all the tools, but you did just take a shower. Unless you’re one of those who don’t feel like ants are all over them after a haircut and don’t have the need to take a rinse.”
Ma’s Room: (Pretty large since it’s the master bedroom and well decorated, a distinct scent of flowers in the air. There’s a big bed with luscious pillows and sheets positioned at the left wall with two nightstands on each side of it, but only one of them is full of stuff while the other remains bare besides a lamp. Her rocking chair is besides a collection of books, a TV, and holotapes of what seem to be playlists of songs from the labels that are either titles of full albums or specially mixed playlists, in both English and Spanish. Also a few movies and shows are mixed in there. There’s a large vanity besides the walk-in closet that’s lined with different perfumes and other ladies trinkets. She also has a sewing station set up complete with a high grade sewing machine and an adjustable dress form. The rest of the room is decorated with a rug and a few decor items and her walls are plastered with photos of different people of varying ages from infants to older folks, sometimes Ma is in posing those photos with Donny also making an appearance)
Ma’s Bathroom: (A dreamy pink bathroom with patterns of hearts on the walls. On the floor are matching bath mats and matching towels are hung up on the walls. There’s a empty spot in the little indent meant for a tub that had long been removed to make way for the new one)
Lucille: Yeah, you're right. I would get pretty itchy. *Accepts the lotion and starts to rub it on herself before putting on her clothes completely*
Nick: *glad to see she's drinking something without much fuss. He does wonder what's on her mind but he's not going to interrupt her*
Teshteal: *notices the lemonade dribbling down her chin and finally puts down the cup, dashing for a hand towel then, with a surprising delicate and gentle touch, dabs the liquid dry from her face. Sweetly* Swallow next time before you speak... Okay?
Gardio: *a little awestruck when he can finally fully view the room upon return. He feels like he just stepped into a movie... Then has to remind himself that over 200 years ago, people had lusciously decorated and populated rooms like these... He takes a moment to admire the sewing machine, the TV and holotapes, the records, and bed. It almost brings a tear to his eye. He doesn't know why- the whole house is a snapshot of life before the bombs... He sighs as he looks at all the photos with a nostalgically sad smile*
Jasmine: (Settles down against Nicks chest again, eyes still locked up on him) (Signing) “Speak, please.” (Wants to hear his voice right now since it’s so soothing)
Joyce: (Crinkles her nose at Teshteal) “Okay I’ll try, but no promises.”
Donovan: (As he gets himself a glass of water) “She does the same thing with snacks, which is why Pirate always hovers near her feet when she’s talking.”
Pirate: (Is in fact hovering near under the table)
Ma: (Strokes Lucille’s damp hair) “Would you like me to call your father to come help you, or would you like some crutches to use?”
The Photos: (Are all in uniquely decorated photo frames, each one lovingly handcrafted for each photo it holds)
Nick: Heh. Want to hear my thoughts? I could ask you the same, honestly. How's your memory from the last day or so?
Teshteal: *light chuckle. Something about that reminds him of himself*
Gardio: *fond smile despite not knowing any of them. He decides to get started on installing this tub, only heading out for a moment to turn off the water then back up to attach the pipe to the tub itself, plumbers glue, caulk and all. Part of him wonders if he should fashion a shroud for the pipe so it doesn't look garrish against the emaculate bathroom, but he finds it's well hidden with some adjustments to the plumbing and position of the tub*
Lucille: Get me some crutches. I'll figure out how to get to the attic. *Finally fully clothed... Though she does miss some of the secure feeling her armor gave her*
Jasmine: (Makes a so-so motion with her hand, shaking her head) (Signing) “Foggy.”
Donovan: (Pats Joyce’s shoulder) “I need you to help me with getting some of the smaller broken down crates back to the dock so they can take them back.”
Joyce: (Sets her glass down) “Okay!” (Holds out Gertie’s bundle to Teshteal) “Do you mind watching her for me while I help Donny?”
Ma: “Oh sweetheart, there are a lot of stairs to get back up there. I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind coming back down to help you.” (Gently cups her cheek and tilts her face up to hers) “He wouldn’t want you to fall, and neither would I.”
Nick: Do you remember where we are...?
Lucille: I'm sure I could get back up. I'm sturdier than that... Besides he's probably busy with something. I don't want to bother him-
Teshteal: *takes Gertie and holds her close to his chest* Sure! Be careful out there!
Gardio: *fiddling with the pieces of pipe he brought up to make sure he has all the right bends and connections and that they're the right size for the tub... It's not like he can just go down to the hardware store and buy more pipe.*
Jasmine: (Raises her head a bit more to slowly look around, eyes going up to the lighthouse where she had previously put a gun to her own head, the pieces hardly clicking in her head) (Quietly) “Donny….”
Joyce: “I will be, don’t worry!” (Walks off to grab some of the crates off the counter and carry them off.”
Donovan: (Quickly follows after her after a wave to Teshteal over his shoulder, mind occupied with something else already)
Ma: “Love, what did we just discuss, hm? That your family is here to help you, that it what families do.” (Starts to walk to the door, looking at the young woman over her shoulder) “I’ll go find your father, your wellbeing never should be a bother to him.”
Teshteal: *blinks before looking down at the tiny ferret resting her head just outside of her bindle* She'll be okay, right...?
Nick: I take it from that look, you do- at least a little. *Nods his head at the bottle* Looks like you still have some broth left...
Gardio: *fitting the connectors together then test fitting them to the tub and water line as Ma comes up to get him*
Lucille: *frowns at her feet. No one bothered to simply reach out and help her when she was over encumbered or injured in the past two years. Sure there was the occasional offer to lighten the load, but often they had too much on their hands as it was. Unless her companions were fighting something on her behalf, there was hardly any assistance if she was injured... The only exception was when she lost a limb and an eye. Or her wife gave her a stimpak for her troubles*
Jasmine: (Nods her head at the bottle and continues to drink while staring at Nick with interest)
Gertie: (Licks her nose some more and yawns, blinking up at the gremlin like the baby she is)
Donovan: (Sees Ma leave the bathroom just before he goes back outside) “Detective Chapel is helping with your bathtub.”
Ma: “Oh really? How sweet of him.” (Smiles and quickly heads up the stairs to find Gardio. She lightly knocks on her own door so she doesn’t startle him entering) “Detective Chapel?” (Steps into her room and walks over to her bathroom)
Nick: *looks lost in thought about something again. He wonders if she even remembers her outburst at Lucille. Now probably wouldn't be a good time to bring it up*
Gardio: *has the tub pulled out at an angle so he can reach the pipes. Currently he's fastening then to the wall, glue and caulk already applied* Yes, ma'am? *He fastens the last section of pipe to the wall*
Lucille: *thinks about trying to stand but then she remembers the struggle of getting up in the tub. She grunts in annoyance. She already feels like a terrible person but now she's just pathetic...*
Teshteal: *licks his own nose in response and giggles* Yeah. She'll be fine. *Pokes the bridge of Girtie's little nose playfully*
Jasmine: (Still wants to hear her Dads voice so she lightly taps on his shoulder for his attention)
Gertie: (Cutely nibbles on Teshteals finger)
Ma: (Leans against the doorway of her bathroom) “Your daughter needs some help getting back upstairs, she’s done bathing and is waiting in the bathroom.”
Nick: Hm? Sorry, I was thinking of Lucille... What is it, Rosie?
Teshteal: *laughs* Hey, that tickles! *Attempts to remove his finger* You're such a wittle baby! Yes you are! *Pets the top of her little head*
Gardio: Oh? *Finishes securing the pipe, then pivots the tub back in place so he can attach it properly when he gets back* I'll be right down. *Rubs the sweat from his brow before wiping his hands on a work towel he snagged from the utility room. He approaches Ma just before leaving* Thank you for letting me know. And thank you for taking care of her...
Jasmine: (Face crinkles with disdain when she hears Lucille’s name, securing her fathers coat more over herself) (Signing) “Talk to me, please.”
Gertie: (Gives Teshteal a bunch of little licks with her itty-bitty tongue)
Ma: (Steps out of the way so he may pass) “You’re more than welcome…” (Sighs sadly) “May I add- you should have a talk with your daughter about her current life arrangements centering around her settlements. The poor dear sounds like she’s shouldering a lot more than one should on her own, and I do not think it’s helping her mental state.”
Nick: About Lucille? Are you sure? *Raises an eyebrow* I don't think now is a good time for it.
Gardio: *concerned frown but gives an understanding nod* I'll see what I can do... *As he walks past her, he pauses to look at her once more* Perhaps she can discuss trade with some of your allies in the future. *He continues to walk out of the room*
Lucille: *tracing one of the scars on her arm, idly*
Jasmine: (Shakes her head at that, scowling through the bottle) (Signing) “About ANYTHING else.”
Ma: (Nods her head after the glowing ghoul, watching him leave for a moment before she decides to go downstairs herself and prep the bathroom for Rosie to use)
Nick: *sighs* Fine, fine... What about that thing you were trying to reach out to? Looked like a bit of haze on my sensors. Thought it was some sort of glitch but Detective Chapel sensed it, too. Even poor Dogmeat was confused.
Gardio: *knocks on the door* Lucille? Sweetie? Can I come in?
Lucille: *looks up* Yeah, Dad.
Gardio: *walks in* How are you feeling?
Lucille: ... *Looks flatly up at him* Like I'm causing nothing but trouble.
Gardio: You aren't. Trust me.
Lucille: *eyes the rag looped through his belt* You were busy with something.
Gardio: *crouches next to the chair, facing her side* It can wait for a moment. I can finish it when I'm done taking care of you. *Puts one arm under her legs and the other behind her back, scooping her up*
Lucille: *sighs* I'm an adult.
Gardio: And adults still help each other. Parents still help their adult kids all the time. At least, even in this world, they should.
Lucille: *frowns at herself. She wonders how Shaun... Or rather, the synth child based on him... Is doing*
Gardio: *carrying her up the stairs* Besides, we need to talk about your settlements.
Lucille: *a chill runs down her spine at the thought of trying to untangle herself from them*
Teshteal: *takes to just sitting on the couch again, waiting for his girlfriend to return, letting the baby ferret nap in her bindle against his chest*
Jasmine: (Hums softly, getting a dazed look in her eyes while she thinks of the misty haze of warmth that kissed her) (Softly) “Mamá….”
Ma: (Goes over to the med room to get some fresh bandages ready for Rosie, then goes into the empty bathroom to clear it out)
Nick: Your mama...? *muttering to himself in confusion* Has she been watching this entire time? If so, why hasn't she stepped in sooner?
Lucille: You shouldn't concern yourself with tha-
Gardio: I will if it means you can have time to actually live. When's the last time you had a vacation?
Lucille: *grumbles* People don't get vacations in the wasteland. That's not a luxury-
Gardio: Bullshit.
Lucille: *taken aback. looking up at her father and tilting her head in shock* I'm sorry...?
Gardio: Bullshit- I've lived for over 200 years. People do take breaks, even if it means having someone on guard to keep the rest of the group safe.
Jasmine: (Blinks at her dad, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes, pulling away from the bottle) “Cause…. I told her to go away. I made her go away…..”
Ma: (Sighs to herself when she remembers yet again that she must clean up the top of the lighthouse to get rid of all the blood and glass. She’ll have to set time aside for that later)
Nick: *carefully wipes her tears away with his thumb with his good hand. Sadly* Oh Rosie...
Lucille: *frowns in disapproval* I can't just drop everything without having someone to take my place! Who's going to gather the materials to build? Who's going to repair the settlements? Who's going to build them up???
Gardio: You have hundreds of people living on Settlements and none of them have thought to build up their homes on their own?! None maintain the buildings?! None build them?!
Lucille: They don't know HOW-
Gardio: How do you know that? Have you asked?
Lucille: *goes quiet*
Gsrdio: You haven't, have you...?
Lucille: No...
Gsrdio: *sighs as he enters the attic and carefully sets her in bed*
Jasmine: (Sniffles on her tears, clutching onto Nick tightly for comfort while she shakes) “Daddy….”
Ma: (Comes out of the bathroom after it’s cleaned up and smiles at Teshteal on the sofa as she walks outside to ask Nick if he wants to take Rosie to wash up himself or allow her to do so)
Nick: *rubs the top of her head, gently brushing her lovely curly hair with his good hand*
Gardio: Lucille, I think you need help-
Lucille: From? You? Nick? The Minutemen?!
Gardio: *even more perturbed* Are they not??? I thought that was part of their job.
Lucille: No! I'm always leading the charge to gather settlements for the Minutemen! That's my job as the General... *mutters* I don't even know why Preston appointed someone he just met-
Gardio: *huffs through his nose* And where is Preston?
Lucille: *looks up at him, concerned* Dad, please don't go on a rampage on my behalf.
Gardio: I'm not. I'm just-! *takes a deep breath, then slowly exhales* I'm just trying to understand the gravity of the situation. Now... Where is Preston?
Lucille: At Sanctuary... *looks away with slight resentment* Like he always is...
Gardio: That's not very fair to you...
Lucille: ...I know...
Jasmine: (Squeezes Nick even tighter, allowing herself to be comforted and feel safe in his arms)
Ma: (Strolls outside and up the stairs on the side of the house slowly so that they can hear her coming up)
Jasmine: (Gets frightened anyways and pulls up Nick's coat over her head while scrunching into a smaller ball, whimpering quietly)
Ma: (Approaches the two on the chair) “How are you two doing up here?”
Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Eight
Masterlist
Teshteal: *hides behind Gardio suddenly, sniffing the air to see if this person's friend or foe*
Gardio: *not sure why he's hiding suddenly since he knows the smaller man can easily kill a horde of super mutants*
Joyce: (Immediately notices and turns to face Teshteal, worry on her face) “Teshteal….?”
Donovan: (To the crew member) “Safe trip?” (Extends his hand for a handshake)
Crew Member: (Grips Donny’s arm with hers, flashing a friendly smile) “The waters got a little rough, but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle.” (Gestures behind her at the rest of the crew members who are starting to unload) “We’ve got everything on the list- along with some gifts from friends.”
Donovan: (Begins walking closer to the boat) “Is that so?”
Teshteal: *eyeing up and down the crew member. So far he smells the sea and the typical smell of gun powder that many a caravan person has. Hisses* Gifts? *listening and sniffing for anything that could be a bomb or a trojan crate*
Gardio: *notices Joyce's concerned look and extends a reassuring hand* He's likely on guard because it's a new person... *To crew member after adjusting his hat* Mind if I and my associate inspect the crates?
Lucille: *quietly blinks into the water as the lullaby ends, not sure how to handle her now relaxed and still state*
Ma: (Softly, like a mother speaking to her downhearted child) “Something on your mind, love?”
Lucille: Just not used to being this relaxed. *shrugs*
Ma: (Grabs some conditioner and a comb) “Is that so? You’re on the road a lot I take it?”
Joyce: (Inches closer to Teshteal, holding out her hand to him) “It’s okay- they are good friends of ours….” (Glances back at the boat) “Really good friends….”
Crew Member: (So confused about the glowing ghoul and the strange hissy gremlin behind him) “Uh…..” (Turns to Donny with wide eyes)
Donovan: (Shrugs his shoulders) “I mean…. It ain’t like they're hiding anything.” (Gestures at the crew members who are beginning to unload the boat onto the dock) “We’ve known these guys all their lives- their parents and even grandparents too.”
Boat Captain: (Waves to Donny from the top of the deck)
Donovan: (Smiles and waves back) “Yo Trenton! Ya didn’t happen to pack a bomb on the boat, hm?”
Trenton: (Shakes his head) “And hurt dear old Mama Evie? You think I’m trying to get my head to be served on a platter?”
Goats: (Bleat from inside the boat as if confirming the captains words)
Lucille: *nods* Very. I have settlements to maintain- *tenses up, remembering all the work she has to do on quite a few settlements* I need to get back to work soon-
Ma: (Frowns slightly hearing that) “Honey, remember what I said about slowing down to give yourself time?”
Teshteal: *slowly eases out from behind the large glowing one detective with extreme caution*
Gardio: *to the crew* If you say so. *still watching warily like the gargoyle he is*
Joyce: (Reaches to take her boyfriends hand, looking between both him and Gardio) “….Is something wrong?”
Crew Member: (Still looking at Donny nervously as she rushes to follow him) “Protective much?” (Gestures at the two newcomers who seems extra wary and cautious) “Are they…..?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head as he takes a crate from a crew member that hands it to him) “Nah, but you guys didn’t hire anyone new- right?”
Crew Member: (Also shakes her head) “Nope. Some old sea dogs as it’s always been.”
Donovan: “Good.” (Motions with his chin to a spot on the ground) “Just leave the crates and boxes there- and I’ll bring ‘em inside. You know how Ma likes everything organized.”
Crew Member: “You’re sure Donny…? We can help with the sorting?”
Donovan: (Remembering Jasmine and how jumpy she is) “Nawh- I’ve got it. Besides, don’t you guys have other places to be?”
Teshteal: New people. I need to be careful that they aren't vault operatives or that I don't hurt innocent people.
Gardio: *to Teshteal* They seem like decent people-
Teshteal: *shakes his head* Not just that, I sense... something off out here. Hard to place right now. *tail twitches anxiously*
Lucille: *quietly* This isn't enough time...?
Ma: (Smiles sadly down at her, gently squeezing her hand that she never let go of) “No my dear- three days is not enough for what you went through and neither is one soothing bath.”
Lucille: That's what worked in the past. I don't see why it doesn't work now. *shrugs*
Joyce: (Looks around at the people helping with unloading the cargo) “But what’s wrong about this?”
Trenton: (Comes out with a small bundle- too small to be a baby but it’s some sort of little creature) “Joyce? Sweetheart- look who’s here.”
Joyce: (Eyes widen as she begins to approach the boat captain instead, carefully taking the bundle from him)
Donovan: (Stopped helping with unloading the crates just to watch, smiling at his little sister)
Joyce: (Squeals with excitement as she beams down at the little bundle) “Ohhhhhhh!!!! She’s adorable!!!”
Teshteal: *ears perk up and and curiosity gets the best of him so he carefully approaches Joyce to see what... or rather who she's holding. He completely forgot her question already*
Joyce: (Beams up at her boyfriend, leaning towards him to show her little bundle of joy)
The Bundle: (Contains the tiny wiggly form of a baby panda ferret who’s no older than eight weeks old)
Joyce: (Squeals as she coos down at the little noodle, scratching under its chin) “Isn’t she just the cutest!?!?”
Trenton: (Smiles at Joyce and backs off to talk with Donovan, his face getting slightly more serious)
Ma: (Tenderly as she pets Lucille’s hair) “Oh honey- that ain’t a good way to function. It is like I said before- you’re human and it’s not fair to treat yourself as less. You need rest, for both your mental and physical health.”
Lucille: That's lovely and all but I have people who depend on me. They need supplies- Defenses! I can't just lay around for a week when they're waiting on materials that could very well save their lives!
Ma: (Raises a brow at this) “Huh, If I didn’t know any better I would say you sound like you’re raising a bunch of orphaned children. Are that weak and helpless? Isn’t there someone else who can give them a hand? You’re just one person, sweetheart. You can’t do it all.” (Fearful that Lucille will crumble again under more pressure)
Teshteal: *eyes go big- as large as saucers- at the teeny little panda noodle. He resists the urge to pick her up and lifts her up above his head in awe* A little baby panoodle...! *cupping both sides of his face, trying to contain his joy. He forgets about his apprehension completely thanks to the precious little ferret*
Joyce: “Panoodle!!!!!” (Looks like she’s attempting to contain her joy just as much as Teshteal, giving a bunch of little kisses down to her new baby)
Pirate: (Running and jumping around to greet everyone as if they were old friends, tail wagging like crazy)
Trenton: (Beckons Donovan to follow him while Joyce is distracted, picking up a crate of food that is meant to go inside)
Donovan: (Gives one quick look to his little sister as he also picks up a crate to carry inside, following the captain) “What’s up?”
Trenton: “I’ve got something for ya….”
Lucille: *purses her lips in thought and goes silent in thought for a moment. Quietly* Who's going to build the defenses...? The walls...? No one else does it but me... *head spins as she begins to spiral from how much the Commonwealth depends on solely her*
Ma: (Squeezes Lucille’s hand again as even more worry floods her face) “My sweet…..” (Gently cups Lucille’s cheek with her other hand to try and get her attention before she loses the young woman) “Lucille, look at me please.”
Lucille: ... *looks up ever so slightly, her mismatched eyes trying to focus on Ma despite her spiraling thoughts on all the responsibility thrown on her*
Ma: (Gently strokes Lucille’s cheek with her thumb, her face soft and comforting) “Are you with me, sweetie?”
Teshteal: *cooing at the tiny panda noodle. Doesn't believe he's seen anything so cute in his life*
Joyce: (Moves to huddle in closer to her boyfriend again so he can get a better look at the little wiggly gal) “She’s so little!!!” (Slightly holds the bundle out so Teshteal can hold the baby if he wants)
Donovan: “Good or bad?”
Trenton: “Wish I could say good news- but sadly it ain’t…..”
Donovan: (Feels a weight of dread and exhaustion build up in his chest at that) “Oh…..”
Teshteal: *takes the baby panoodle into his arms and gently nuzzles her soft fur with his nose* So soft and sweet! *stops for a moment, admiring the adorable ball of fluff* What are you going to name her?
Joyce: (Proudly) “Gertie!!! She’s from the same mother as Gilbert!!!”
Gertie: (Gives a very tiny lick on the gremlins nose, her little paws poking out of the swaddle she’s in)
Donovan: (Sets the crate down on the kitchen counter, walking over to check on the slowly simmering pot of broth)
Trenton: (Looks like he’s dreading to bare whatever news he has to the ghoul)
Jasmine: (Whimpers ever so slightly in her sleep, also feeling a heavy load start to weigh down on her shoulders and ropes snag at her ankles- trying to pull her down in her dreams once more….. But she can also feel something else…. Something she can’t quit put her finger on…. But it’s present)
Teshteal: *giggles at the tiny ferret kiss* Awe! He's got a little sister now! *gently holds one of her tiny paws in his fingers* Wook at her wittle hands!
Joyce: (Practically shining brighter than the sun itself) “She’s so stinking cute that imma die!!!”
Gertie: (Looking between the two squealers curiously, so confused on what’s going on)
Crew Members: (Keep unloading all the goods and eventually they stroll on out with a half dozen or so sheep and goats with their young, the creatures bleating as the clamor along)
Jasmine: (Attempts to free herself from the chains that are tying and pulling her down as she feels the crushing weight of the world on bare down on her shoulders- partly recognizing that she’s dreaming and her troubles are manifesting themselves into it. She struggles for a bit, tears forming on her waterline and she’s about to scream with frustration but then she feels like what seems to be a gentle kiss on her head from behind and she freezes- hearing a low hum in the distance of her dreamworld)
Teshteal: *blinks for a moment, tail twitching upward when he realizes something. Whispers* I think we might be scaring her with all our cooing. *to the baby ferret as quietly as he possibly can* Sorry.
Joyce: (Hums lowly as her emerald eyes widen) “Ooops…..” (Reaches out to gently stroke her new baby’s face again) “Sorry Gertie….”
Gertie: (Also licks Joyce’s fingers with her tiny tongue when she can)
Lucille: Trying to be... *thoughts race on what settlement still needs what resource and how many turrets she needs to assign to another and so on...* Hard to stop when it's all you've been able to think about for the last year and a half....
Ma: (Softly) “And you do it all completely on your own? For over a year and a half now?”
Lucille: *nods grimly* No one helps...
Ma: (Heart just about snaps all over again and she has half a mind to go down to these settlements and give them an earful because poor Lucille seems to have enough trouble as it is) “It really is no wonder that you’re so overworked. But I’m sure we can work something out that doesn’t involve you trudging all around to try and fix everyone’s problems.”
Jasmine: (Her hands that were once firmly clasping Nicks shirt start to move a bit to grope behind him despise nothing being there) “Mhmmm……”
Dogmeat: (Sniffs the girl when she does this, whining softly)
Jasmine: (Eyes sparkle in her dream world as the humming gets closer and it’s unmistakeable of what it is to her) “Mamá…..” (And just like that- the weight starts to get lifted off her shoulders and her ties start to become undone)
Nick: *to dogmeat calmly* I see it, boy. Problem is- I don't want to wake her. *senses the presence himself, though for him it's more like an unknown source of heat or warmth other than the sun*
Gardio: *observing from the distance. From the sound of things, the goods involve livestock and he doesn't want to risk contaminating them with his radiation*
Teshteal: *gentle smile, or as gentle as it can be with his sharp teeth at Gertie*
Lucille: Good luck getting people to listen... If it's not farming or guard duty or some other slightly menial task, then it's all on me to keep up these places.
Ma: (Huffs slightly when she hears that) “Well that sounds to me plain unfair on your side. They cannot really expect one woman to help now can they?”
Gertie: (Licks her nose as she gazes up between Joyce and Teshteal, seemingly unbothered by Teshteal appearance since he’s friendly)
Joyce: (Nose scrunches slightly) “I think Gilbert isn’t going to be too happy- he’s spoiled that way.”
Jasmine: (Shakes off her remaining shackles in her dream and looks around with wide kitten eyes) “Mamá!!!!” (She listens for the humming, but it sounds like it’s coming from all directions so she picks one and starts running) “Mami!!!!!” (She feels another soft breath and kiss on the back of her neck this time as she runs- fueling her determination. She misses her mother so damn much….)
Dogmeat: (Noses his way on in closer to the teen as she continues to try and grab something behind Nick while kicking her feet)
Nick: Oh- Hold on, doll... *wraps his arms around her to keep her from knocking the both of them off of the lounge chair and starts rubbing her back to soothe her excitement*
Teshteal: *quiet huff* What is Gilbert to do? She'll have to live in the same house. *emphatically raises his hands, as if performing a fool in a play shrugging off a joke or a jab*
Joyce: (Giggles at Teshteal, squeezing Gertie’s bundle slightly) “You’re right. He’ll have to grow to love his little sister. Besides- I’m sure she smells like their mother.” (Sniffs the little noodle to confirm her thoughts- Gertie smelling exactly like baby Gilbert when she first got him)
Lucille: *shrugs in defeat* Apparently, they can... Doesn't matter. I like building-
Ma: (Shakes her head in disapproval at these people as she mutters something under her breath, tapping the bottom of Lucille’s chin) “I’m sure you do honey- but too much strain on one person will cause them to crumble. So no- they can’t be asking you to do everything for them. You have your own life to manage too.”
Jasmine: (Somewhat feels Nicks gentle rubs in her sleep, but she cannot really contain herself as she feels the softest of touches caress the side of her face and she runs even faster towards a bright beacon of light in the distance. Behind her she can almost hear and feels her troubles calling out to her, but the light is driving it all away for her) “Mamá!!!”
Nick: *confused- she's usually only this active in her sleep when she's having a nightmare and yet, she doesn't seem distressed*
Teshteal: *sniffs* She does smell kind of similar to the little guy...
Gardio: *still still as a statue. One would assume he is one*
Joyce: (Takes in a deep inhale of Gertie, rocking back and forth happily) “Baby ferret smell!!!”
Lucille: *mutters quietly* What life... I had a life before the war and now what? I blew up the institute- but that's all I'll ever be known for.... *splashes the water in a fit of frustration* The one who obliterated the boogeyman of the commonwealth while graciously giving homes to those who need them.
Ma: “Correct me if I am wrong- but I believe that ‘your life’ consists of the same people who helped talk you out of ending it so soon and have taken care of you.” (Tenderly rakes her fingers through Lucille’s purple hair) “They make up your life and you make up theirs in turn. That is what family is. You take care of one another and watch each others hearts and wellbeing.”
Lucille: *eyes sting with tears. She tries to hide it by averting her gaze. She doesn't know if she has the strength to return the favor to the people who do care... And now she wonders if she's failed each and every one of them, now*
Jasmine: (Hums along with the song the voice of her mother is singing- recognizing it immediately as one of the many lullabies she’d sing. It twists her heartstrings a bit, but she cannot help the smile on her face) “Mami….” (She stops running but doesn’t stop squirming to escape in real life, closing her eyes to bask in the warmth she’s feeling throughout her body)
Nick: *still holding his squirming daughter as still as he can. He keeps petting her back to comfort her*
Ma: (Smiles kindly down at the young woman) “You know- people often ask me why I do what I do. Why I devote everything I am to being a caretaker and mother when I seemingly get little in return for walking sometime walking into a blaze that could leave me with less than what I had before. What they don’t understand is that I do get something in return each and every time. I get the irreplaceable joy of seeing my babies and loved ones flourish and glow over time even in the tiniest ways. That will fill me up more than gold and glory ever wil even if it’s in the tiniest of ways like a simple glitter in their eyes in the morning at breakfast or the peaceful look on their face as they sleep in comfort.” (Gently taps the bottom of Lucille’s chin once more before she moves her hand up to tuck her short hair behind her ears even if there isn’t much to do so) “That’s what any good parent wants from their kid. I can say that your father is no different. And if I end up with taking a hard loss or a couple of hits, well then so be it. Love is the sacrifices we make for each other anyways. And if you’re wondering what you’re sacrificing here for this love- it’s that little piece of you that you keep trying to hide away from everyone. That little piece of you that’s human, tired and just wants peace and rest. Yes, that piece of you that you think is unwanted and not worth it is still precious because it’s a part of you, my love.”
Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at how loving his girlfriend is over this small creature*
Joyce: (Bounces and pats her little bundle of joy- then glances back at the house) “I wonder how we should play this out with Gilbert….”
Jasmine: (Mumbling hoarsely as she paws midair) “Mamá…. Come back…. Please….” (Kicks her feet a bit harder) “Lo siento Mami, lo mucho siento. Por favor….. Don’t leave me alone- you know I hate it….”
Translation: “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m very sorry. Please.”
Dogmeat: (Sniffles the squirming girl some more with big puppy eyes of confusion and concern because she’s making strange sounds)
The Voice: (Whispers ever so softly and comfortingly into the broken teens ear, wrapping her up in a hug of warmth and security) “Chiquilla bonita. Llegaste del cielo en un tren del amor. Tu alegre sonrisa. Me enseña en la vida, el camino mejor….”
Translation: “Pretty girly. You arrived from heaven on a train of love. You’re happy smile. It teaches me the better things in life.”
Jasmine: (Feels her heart both flood with overwhelming joy and crack into a million little pieces when she registers that- having not understood why her mother had been so adamant on singing that song to her during her prewar days…. But now it’s just becoming clear. She has to find her mother- she has to say sorry) “I’m sorry Mamá…..” (She hugs her dream self tightly and rocks back and forth on her feet, taking a couple of slow steps to follow the voice but once again it’s coming from all directions)
Nick: *whispers* What's going on in that pretty little head of yours...?
Teshteal: Hrm... Slowly? Like a cat?
Gardio: *nods*
Lucille: *lips tremble before burying her face in her hands. She wishes she COULD rest but the consequences of that feel too great*
Ma: (Softly) “Whatcha thinking about, my sweet?” (Gently allows her hand to rest on Lucille’s shoulder, looking on at the young woman with concern and understanding)
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Joyce: (Glances between Gardio and Teshteal) “I suppose so- but knowing my little stinker he’ll come running the moment he senses someone else taking up my attention then throw a tantrum.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Jasmine: (Mewls like a lost kitten looking for their mother because she essentially is, her dream self wandering aimlessly through an empty field to find a dead woman whom she swears she can feel in her heart and hear in the distance. She smiles despite being lost- because she knows that her mother is close by and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on her child) “Where are you?”
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Ma: “Oh cariño…” (Her mother instincts take ahold and she immediately drops to her knees besides the poor young woman, gently draping her arm around Lucille’s shoulder to pull her into a hug that she can easily pull out of if she desires) “Sssssh, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll figure things out all together. You can only shoulder so much on your own until you crack and crumble- but that’s what your family is here for.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Joyce: (Turns back to the lighthouse in thought, then back down at the tiny kit once more) “Well- he’s gonna have to at least tolerate her. Hopefully he quickly learns that there’s plenty of love to go around. Plus it’s not good for ferrets to be alone.”
Teshteal: *making kissy faces and baby noises at the baby ferret... his ears pick up a rustling noise in the distance of the woods but the size tells him it might be a wild animal of some kind*
Jasmine: (Suddenly perks upright from Nicks chest as if she was summoned, her hands firmly planted on his shoulders so she can steady herself as her big magical doe eyes scan the area expectingly. They gloss over both Nick and Dogmeat as if they weren’t there- obviously she’s looking for something else) “Mamá…..” (She can still feel the warmth in her heart and the prickle of a ghostly kiss on the back of her head….. But where is her mother?)
Nick: *looks where she is. His sensors pick up a faint impression of... something but it's hard to get a reading. He briefly considers heading to Acadia for calibration if not for Jasmine's behavior. Kindly, out of confusion* What about her, doll?
Lucille: *sobs into the older woman's arms*
Ma: (Locks Lucille into her strong and comforting embrace that many people had sought solace in before) “Sssshh, it’s okay. Just let it all out.”
Jasmine: (Pouts a bit when she can’t find her mother, then she tilts her head at another prickle on her cheek. She then makes grabby hands up in the air while leaning over the side of the chair, almost like she’s trying to leap out of her fathers arms)
Nick: Woah, hold on there... *pulls her back a little, unsure exactly why she's trying to leap out of the seat at nothing. Granted, it seems better than the wild thrashing from before, but it doesn't make him any less concerned about her current behavior*
Gardio: *decides that the two lovebirds should be fine so he walks back to the lighthouse to try and be of some help. He approaches the two men* If there's any cargo that isn't food or livestock to haul in or set up, I'd be willing to help.
Donovan: (Looks frazzled about something but slowly nods his head, a bottle of broth in hand) “Yeah…. Yeah, that would be nice thank you….” (He walks over to the other ghoul, holding out the bottle to him) “Give this to Detective Valentine before you go, please.”
Trenton: (Leaning against the wall, looking down in deep thought, staring Donny’s expression of worry)
Gardio: Will do. *gives an affirming nod then gives Donny a reassuring but heavy pat on the shoulder, giving him just a little radiation as a boost to help ease his frazzled nerves before he heads on up to the roof*
Donovan: (Gives a weak smile at Gardio as he leaves, then sighs heavily)
Joyce: (Goes back to squealing happily over the little one) “Oooooh, she’s too perfect!!! I can’t get enough of her sweet little face!!!”
Gertie: (Gazes up at Teshteal and Joyce, licking her nose some more)
Teshteal: *licks his own nose with his long tongue to mimic Gertie*
Gertie: (Seems fascinated by the two people in front of her, especially by the strange gremlin man mimicking her by licking his own nose)
Joyce: (Giggles some more, this time at her boyfriend) “Ack, you’re cute as well!!!”
Jasmine: (Whines when she’s kept from leaping into the air but she doesn’t seem too upset, just tries to do it again while still making grabby hands at nothing)
Nick: *sighs, knowing if he tries to snap her out of it, she'll just grow more distressed* I can't just let you go- you might hurt yourself... Maybe your mama will come closer to hold you.
Gardio: *walks up the stairs to the roof and raises an eyebrow in confusion at the girl making grabby hands in the air. It's a stark contrast to the screaming and thrashing from before. He very carefully approaches and speaks calmly so he doesn't spook her* I have broth for her.
Teshteal: *turns to her and licks his nose like he's some sort of big cat then makes a tiny chirping noise with his mouth- being the silliest of sillies to make his angel laugh*
Joyce: (Shrieks with laughter at her goofball of a boyfriend, putting a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her laughter that can be heard across the ocean)
Teshteal: *grins at how much that simple noise made her happy* I could gobble her and Gilbert up like a couple of extra big noodles! *Playfully licks his lips*
Jasmine: (Looks over at Gardio when she hears his voice and blinks slowly, then turns to her father, then back to the space up in the area she was looking at) “Mamá….” (She wiggles in her dads arms, patting on his shoulder to try and make her let go, then makes her grabby hands to be picked up by whatever she’s looking at)
Dogmeat: (Whines with confusion, trying to lick the girl)
Gardio: *finally next to the chair. He sets the bottle down next to Nick* Here... Do you think she'll drink it in this state?
Nick: I haven't a clue... *to Jasmine* Hey, kitten. Do you think your Mama would be happy if you drank this broth? *picks up the bottle and holds it up* I think she would. *gently smiling at her*
Jasmine: “Mamá….” (Takes her eyes off the air with a wistful and somber, deep longing look in her eyes, letting her hands rest back on her Dads shoulders as she turns to look at him. She tilts her head to one side, then seems to register that it’s him and she breaks out into a warm smile)
Nick: *smiles just as warmly back, relieved to se that she's isn't suffering for once* It's good to see that smile. Would you like some broth? *Offers it to her once more to see if she'll take it or not*
Gardio: *amazed that the girl looks so at peace. He glances over at the spector she was making grabby hands at a second ago*
Nick: *thinks to himself* So he can see it, too? Well that means it's not a simple calibration issue...
Jasmine: (Softly) “Daddy….” (Gently presses her forehead to his while putting a hand on his cheek, sighing softly, not acknowledging what he’s offering her)
The Object: (Appears to be a misty ball of white light up in the sky, now fading out so it’s almost completely transparent)
Nick: *sighs and sets the bottle down* I suppose not... *Reaches up with his bad hand and strokes her cheek, then attempts to brush a stray hair from her face* Hey, kiddo.
Gardio: *watching as it disappears, wondering what or who that could have been... Whatever it was seemed to have a calming effect on the girl. Quietly he turns to and starts for the stairs* I'm going to help Donny. I promised him that I'd help.
Jasmine: (Hums happily in greeting, sighing as she slinks down to rest her head against Nicks chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his inner workings while the sun shines over them. She’s still tired, like her body is light years away from being fully recharged)
Joyce: “Oooohhh- I so hope they get along well!!! I would love to have a ferret snuggle session!!!”
Teshteal: *looks up and notices Gardio's left* We should... Probably go back. Dio left- *slight panic enters his voice* Why did he leave-?
Joyce: (Looks around) “Hm, I don’t know. Maybe he went to help Donny with the stuff.”
Teshteal: Yeah... *Shaking a little. He can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end again* I don't feel safe out here, though... Let's head back. *Turns to the lighthouse*
Joyce: (Seems concerned but she follows along) “Errrrrm…. Okay then. But can I ask, why don’t you feel safe?”
Teshteal: *glances at the ship* I don't know those people. I don't know if they're from that hellish place. *Already walking along*
Joyce: (Walks alongside him, confused) “What place? These our Ma and Donny’s friends, they’ve known them for a long time.”
Donovan: (Already putting away some of the stuff he brought in, raising his head when Gardio pokes his head in) “Handed it off?”
Gardio: As good as done. She still seemed sleepy though... *Fully steps into the kitchen* What do you need help with bringing in?
Donovan: (Rubs his forehead for a moment, then starts walking to the door past Gardio) “The stuff with the storage labels go into the basement, the kitchen labels go the kitchen, and the rest into the living room. Mama will sort them out later.”
Jasmine: (Her eyes click up to her father as she rests, lifting a hand to gently touch the side of his neck where there’s a large gash, humming a bit sadly and with concern)
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Nick: *tenderly takes her hand in his right* Don't worry. My sealants still seem to be intact... *Mutters, thinking about all the times Lucille led them into a flooded building* So far...
Teshteal: The place that turned me into this. The place that made my life hell the moment I stepped in it- *the slits of his eyes narrow with dread as the sound of commands, shouts, and manipulative sweet urgings grow louder and louder*
Gardio: Got it... And none of these would be damaged or tainted easily with radiation?
Jasmine: (Still eyes up her Dad with concern, blinking slowly at the patches and worn down skin on his neck and face)
Joyce: (Timidly, taking and squeezing Gertie’s bundle to her chest) “Teshteal? You okay…?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “Nawh, the crates and containers they are in are sealed tight. Should be all good.”
Nick: *sees where she's eyeing and waves it away, as if shooing a fly* Eh, cosmetic... Don't worry yourself with it. *Wry laugh* I'll get it replaced, one day. Haven't seen a need to, yet... *Readjusts his hold on her so she's more comfortable* How about you focus on getting some sleep and I'll think about that, hm?
Gardio: *starts moving the the crates to their new and proper homes as Donny instructed. Taking great care not to drop any of their precious belongings*
Teshteal: No. I'll never be okay... *Spiralling* Why would I deserve that? I've always been a terrible excuse for a person. I couldn't even do simple tasks without messing up! How have I survived this long? Are the people on the boat spies? Soldiers operating on a code word? Is everyone in danger? Are they after me-?
Jasmine: (Is now also focused on his bad hand that she siezes and brings up to her face, playing with his fingers curiously)
Donovan: (Goes outside to bring in more crates, walking a bit slowly)
Joyce: (Gets even more worried and stops walking) “Teshteal? No- you'll be okay, you’re not a terrible person…”
Nick: *softly hums* Try not to pinch yourself on the joints... *Keeping his hand slack so she can play as she likes*
Gardio: *soon as most of the items neatly stacked where they need to be. He starts getting in a rhythm with Donny, taking them from the younger man's hands and eventually noticing his slow pace* Are you alright? You seem sluggish with a few of these packages.
Teshteal: *crouches in the middle of the path, his tail swishing wildly* Th-then why do I keep getting these thoughts to kill or hurt everyone around me? Why do I want to act on them?! Do I actually love you? *He grips and tugs at his hair* Or is that just a means to a horrific end?! Why do they still control me-?!
Jasmine: (Toys with his fingers, tilting her head curiously while humming a note in question, wondering what happened to the skin on his hand)
Donovan: “Hm? Oh, I’m alright…. Just thinking about things….” (Gives Gardio another forced smile and nod) “I’ve gotta help Ma set up the large clawfoot tub they brought for her in her master bathroom, I want her to be able to have that spa bath she talked about.”
Joyce: (Swallows hard, her voice shaking. She wants to be able to spit out something wise for her boyfriend to ponder, but she can’t find the right words. So she goes back to what she only knows) “Teshteal? Can you take some deep breaths? You’re safe here….” (Wonders if she should run and go find Gardio or Nick)
Teshteal: *he tries to take a deep breath, but somehow chokes on it and swears between coughs. Despite this, he keeps trying to breathe deeply, eventually succeeding*
Gardio: Would you like some help with that? I can install the tub, too. It wouldn't be a problem at all for me in fact. *flashes a confident but also helpful smile* It's the least I could do to repay you all for housing us.
Nick: *sensing the question hinted at by that solitary hum* Lost that doing repairs on Diamond City. Or at least that's what I would say if it weren't from another model. Seems we generation 2 synths can't keep the skin on our bones.
Joyce: (Breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that it’s working, lightly petting his messy hair) “You’re okay…. We’re safe here…. We can go inside and get you a cup of some nice cold water.”
Donovan: (Looks at Gardio with partial astonishment) “Really? You can do that?”
Jasmine: (Nods her head slowly to show that she understands, then lightly runs her fingers near the gash on his neck, her eyes flickering to him expectingly)
Teshteal: *flinches a little, not expecting the comforting gesture. He leans into it, much like a cat headbutting their owner's hand. Softly* Okay... I'm sorry...
Gardio: Of course! Wouldn't be the first time I've hauled a tub up a set of stairs. I did that in my old settlement a few of times for folks. *Gestures vaguely with a tilt of his head as he hauls another crate to the kitchen* Just point me to the tub, where you want it, the plumbing supplies, and the water supply and a I'll have it done by the end of the day!
Nick: That's a combination of a lot of hard detective work, living in the ruins, and, you'd guess it, fixing up Diamond City... *Pets her head with his good hand*
Joyce: “It’s alright, here….” (Holds out her hand to him with a gentle and understanding smile) “Let’s go inside.”
Donovan: (Rubs the back of his head) “The tub is probably still on the dock and you can ask someone to help you wheel it in. The tub goes into the bathroom in Ma’s room and I’ll let her know so that you don’t give her a fright. The rest of the stuff should be in a little utility room in the basement.”
Jasmine: (Looks up at her Dad with her sparkling amber eyes that catch the sunlight and reflect beautifully, smiling at him, still toying with his bad hand)
Teshteal: *slowly takes her hand and lets her head him to the house*
Gardio: Understood. *Flashes a confident smile as he makes his way to the door. As he passes by the pair, his look shifts to concern. He doesn't stop walking, keeping mind of his deadline*
Nick: *taken back by the honey colored eyes before fondly smiling at her. Again, he's just happy to see that she's in such good spirits for once.*
Joyce: (Shifts the little bundle in her arms, gently squeezing her boyfriends hand, leading him back to the house)
Donovan: (Waves him off and just kinda stands there in the living room for a moment, taking a deep breath)
Jasmine: (Cutely scrunches her nose, whatever that light was surely brightened her soul back up, it’s even reflected in her eyes that aren’t resembling a haunted doll at the moment)
Nick: *wonders if this is the most she's been this calm and hopeful since they first met, not counting the trip through her memories*
Gardio: *reaches the dock and eyes the huge crate containing the tub. He approaches the crew working the boat with a wave* Mind if I get some help hauling this to the lighthouse? *He thinks he hears the brush rustle behind him, but shrugs it off as a gust of wind blows through the nearby treetops*
Teshteal: *face goes red, looking at their joined hands, both flustered and embarrassed simultaneously. Flustered because of the contact. Embarrassed for his breakdown just moments before*
Joyce: (Leads him inside to the kitchen, opening the fridge to browse what’s inside, deciding to take out a small pitcher of what appears to be lemonade) “Want some of this too? Or just water?”
Crewman: “Yup. It’s too bad we don’t have our forklift.” (Motions for everyone nearby to gather around the crate that’s on wheels so they can push and pull it with rope)
Jasmine: (Softly, and hoarsely because of her screaming and crying earlier) “You okay?”
Nick: I'm more than okay- you seem to be doing better and that's done me a world of good in itself!
Gardio: That is a shame. *Clucks as he walks along the tub* I'll push. *Gets behind the crate and braces himself against it, squatting so his legs do all the work* When you're all ready.
Teshteal: *sniffs the pitcher. It's definitely lemonade adjacent* I'll take it.
Lucille: *heaves a deep, relieved breath, the pressure worked out of her system* Thank you, Mama Evie...
Jasmine: (Searches her fathers eyes for a moment before nodding, glancing down at herself, then their surroundings, trying to catch up on what the hell is even going on)
Crewman: “Alright then. One…. Two…. Three!!!” (With that they all start pull on the crate to haul it up to the lighthouse with Gardios help)
Joyce: (Takes out two glasses and pours herself and Teshteal some lemonade, handing him his glass with her still warm smile) “Here you go!”
Ma: (Tenderly, stroking Lucille’s head) “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Nick: If you're wondering why you're up here, you crawled onto the roof from the window.
Teshteal: *accepts the glass, his hand trembles but he feigns a smile as he sips the tangy drink*
Gardio: *with his strength they make short work of it. Before they know it, they're at the doorstep* Good work! Thank you for the help! *Considers talking to Donny to see if there's anything they can do to pay them back extra for their service*
Lucille: ...I think I'm ready to get out of the bath, now...
Jasmine: (Looks like she’s about to ask more questions but then she hears voices coming from the bottom of the house and she gets spooked since she’s underdress, snagging her dads coat that Ma had brought up earlier to throw over her, curling up to her dad for safety)
Joyce: (Takes and squeezes his hand in hers, beaming at him as she drinks her lemonade)
Crewman: “No problem. Anything for the good mother.” (Starts to walk back the house with the others to finish the rest of the stuff)
Donovan: (Comes up from the basement where he was putting away more stuff)
Ma: (Nods and rises from the chair to grab a large towel for Lucille, offering her arm for support) “Okay honey, just move slowly for me and don’t put pressure on your ankle.”
Nick: *laughs a little and rubs her shoulder* Don't worry, doll. I got ya... I think I'm the only person in earshot if you're wandering what's going on.
Gardio: *goes down to the basement, quickly locating the utility room and fetching a crowbar to free the tub from its wooden prison. It isn't long before he's on the front step again and doing just that*
Teshteal: *blushes again, his ears pricking up a little... Quietly* I get so flustered around you... *Takes an awkward small sip of his drink*
Lucille: *wry laugh at that* I've walked on worse- *Attempts to rise but nearly falls over from the shooting pain in her ankle. She supports herself with the side of the tub*
Jasmine: (Shivers with fright and because she’s actually cold for once, huddling up to the warm safety that is dad. She peeps just her head out so she can look up at Nick and breath better, tightly clinging to him)
Donovan: (Had walked into the kitchen and raises a brow at the two) “Having a drink?”
Joyce: (Giggles and nods, balancing Gertie’s bundle in the crook of her arm) “Yup- drinking some of the lemonade I helped Mama make.”
Ma: (Firmly) “But under my watch you won’t. Come here.” (Puts her arm under Lucille’s so she can guide her out of the tub and onto the chair)
Nick: Cold? I think this broth here is still warm enough to do some good if you'll take it... *Jerks his head at the bottle as he rubs the small of her back*
Teshteal: *turns an even darker shade of red as he keeps the drink to his mouth, hoping it can hide his face. He doesn't even remember if Donny knows about their relationship*
Gardio: *props open the door then takes in a few deep breaths and lifts the giant tub on his own, occasionally grunting as he carries it through the house to its final designation*
Lucille: *hangs onto the older woman for support. She mentally curses the state her body is currently in- unable to support its own weight*
Jasmine: (Blinks up at Nick, her eyes getting a light mist to them) “Tainted….?”
Donovan: (Chuckles and waves a teasing finger at Joyce and Teshteal) “No closed doors.”
Joyce: (Rolls her eyes) “I’m not twelve! Plus- Gilbert wouldn’t allow anything anyways.”
Ma: (In one fast and fluid motion she wraps Lucille in the blanket and plucks her out of the water, seating her in the chair) “There we go, now ya can dry off and get dressed.”
Nick: What? Tainted...? *A horrific realization of what she means dawns on him, but instead he firmly shakes his head* I doubt Donny would do that to you... But it if makes you feel better, I'll test it for you *Reaches for the bottle, tips it, then massages the top. A couple drops of the broth lands in his mouth. He mimes chewing to get a better sense of the flavor then tilts his head* No, not tainted. There's a bunch of salt and herbs. But other than that, it's your run of the mill beef broth. *Offers the bottle to her*
Teshteal: *panicking a little. He's definitely stronger than a ferret and there's always the risk of losing himself to the programming looming over his head. He just keeps sipping his lemonade, pretending everything's fine. He's caused enough trouble, for now.*
Lucille: *blinks with slightly wide eyes. For a moment she reexamines all the scars on her body, then she reaches up to her hair and lets out a mild gasp... It's gotten a bit longer since she's cut it, last.* Another thing I'm going to have to take care of later, I guess... *Starts to reach for her clothes*
Gardio: *managed to get it all the way up to Ma's bathroom. He heaves a sigh of relief once it's out of his arms. He wipes his hands together and presses them on his hips as he assesses the situation before getting the tools*
Jasmine: (Stares at her dad almost in astonishment now) “Donny….” (Covers her mouth and mumbles something into it that sounds foreign, then giggles as she closes her eyes) “Donny….” (Opens her eyes with a disoriented expression, banging the side of her forehead with the palm of her hand, trying to get herself to process things better. Her head hurts and so does her stomach, but it’s probably hunger at this point. She takes the bottle into her mouth and slowly starts to suck, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something)
Donovan: (Gestures at Gertie in her bundle, approaching so he can see the new little one) “Aaawww, she’s so precious.” (Reaches out to gives the baby some scritches on the top of her head)
Gertie: (Leans into it and closes her eyes, licking her nose again)
Joyce: (Excitedly, lemonade dribbling down her chin) “I know!!! She’s more adorable than I ever could’ve imagined!!!”
Ma: (Offers Lucille some lotion if she wants it) “I could give you a haircut later, honey. I have all the tools, but you did just take a shower. Unless you’re one of those who don’t feel like ants are all over them after a haircut and don’t have the need to take a rinse.”
Ma’s Room: (Pretty large since it’s the master bedroom and well decorated, a distinct scent of flowers in the air. There’s a big bed with luscious pillows and sheets positioned at the left wall with two nightstands on each side of it, but only one of them is full of stuff while the other remains bare besides a lamp. Her rocking chair is besides a collection of books, a TV, and holotapes of what seem to be playlists of songs from the labels that are either titles of full albums or specially mixed playlists, in both English and Spanish. Also a few movies and shows are mixed in there. There’s a large vanity besides the walk-in closet that’s lined with different perfumes and other ladies trinkets. She also has a sewing station set up complete with a high grade sewing machine and an adjustable dress form. The rest of the room is decorated with a rug and a few decor items and her walls are plastered with photos of different people of varying ages from infants to older folks, sometimes Ma is in posing those photos with Donny also making an appearance)
Ma’s Bathroom: (A dreamy pink bathroom with patterns of hearts on the walls. On the floor are matching bath mats and matching towels are hung up on the walls. There’s a empty spot in the little indent meant for a tub that had long been removed to make way for the new one)
Lucille: Yeah, you're right. I would get pretty itchy. *Accepts the lotion and starts to rub it on herself before putting on her clothes completely*
Nick: *glad to see she's drinking something without much fuss. He does wonder what's on her mind but he's not going to interrupt her*
Teshteal: *notices the lemonade dribbling down her chin and finally puts down the cup, dashing for a hand towel then, with a surprising delicate and gentle touch, dabs the liquid dry from her face. Sweetly* Swallow next time before you speak... Okay?
Gardio: *a little awestruck when he can finally fully view the room upon return. He feels like he just stepped into a movie... Then has to remind himself that over 200 years ago, people had lusciously decorated and populated rooms like these... He takes a moment to admire the sewing machine, the TV and holotapes, the records, and bed. It almost brings a tear to his eye. He doesn't know why- the whole house is a snapshot of life before the bombs... He sighs as he looks at all the photos with a nostalgically sad smile*
Jasmine: (Settles down against Nicks chest again, eyes still locked up on him) (Signing) “Speak, please.” (Wants to hear his voice right now since it’s so soothing)
Joyce: (Crinkles her nose at Teshteal) “Okay I’ll try, but no promises.”
Donovan: (As he gets himself a glass of water) “She does the same thing with snacks, which is why Pirate always hovers near her feet when she’s talking.”
Pirate: (Is in fact hovering near under the table)
Ma: (Strokes Lucille’s damp hair) “Would you like me to call your father to come help you, or would you like some crutches to use?”
The Photos: (Are all in uniquely decorated photo frames, each one lovingly handcrafted for each photo it holds)
Nick: Heh. Want to hear my thoughts? I could ask you the same, honestly. How's your memory from the last day or so?
Teshteal: *light chuckle. Something about that reminds him of himself*
Gardio: *fond smile despite not knowing any of them. He decides to get started on installing this tub, only heading out for a moment to turn off the water then back up to attach the pipe to the tub itself, plumbers glue, caulk and all. Part of him wonders if he should fashion a shroud for the pipe so it doesn't look garrish against the emaculate bathroom, but he finds it's well hidden with some adjustments to the plumbing and position of the tub*
Lucille: Get me some crutches. I'll figure out how to get to the attic. *Finally fully clothed... Though she does miss some of the secure feeling her armor gave her*
Jasmine: (Makes a so-so motion with her hand, shaking her head) (Signing) “Foggy.”
Donovan: (Pats Joyce’s shoulder) “I need you to help me with getting some of the smaller broken down crates back to the dock so they can take them back.”
Joyce: (Sets her glass down) “Okay!” (Holds out Gertie’s bundle to Teshteal) “Do you mind watching her for me while I help Donny?”
Ma: “Oh sweetheart, there are a lot of stairs to get back up there. I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind coming back down to help you.” (Gently cups her cheek and tilts her face up to hers) “He wouldn’t want you to fall, and neither would I.”
Nick: Do you remember where we are...?
Lucille: I'm sure I could get back up. I'm sturdier than that... Besides he's probably busy with something. I don't want to bother him-
Teshteal: *takes Gertie and holds her close to his chest* Sure! Be careful out there!
Gardio: *fiddling with the pieces of pipe he brought up to make sure he has all the right bends and connections and that they're the right size for the tub... It's not like he can just go down to the hardware store and buy more pipe.*
Jasmine: (Raises her head a bit more to slowly look around, eyes going up to the lighthouse where she had previously put a gun to her own head, the pieces hardly clicking in her head) (Quietly) “Donny….”
Joyce: “I will be, don’t worry!” (Walks off to grab some of the crates off the counter and carry them off.”
Donovan: (Quickly follows after her after a wave to Teshteal over his shoulder, mind occupied with something else already)
Ma: “Love, what did we just discuss, hm? That your family is here to help you, that it what families do.” (Starts to walk to the door, looking at the young woman over her shoulder) “I’ll go find your father, your wellbeing never should be a bother to him.”
Teshteal: *blinks before looking down at the tiny ferret resting her head just outside of her bindle* She'll be okay, right...?
Nick: I take it from that look, you do- at least a little. *Nods his head at the bottle* Looks like you still have some broth left...
Gardio: *fitting the connectors together then test fitting them to the tub and water line as Ma comes up to get him*
Lucille: *frowns at her feet. No one bothered to simply reach out and help her when she was over encumbered or injured in the past two years. Sure there was the occasional offer to lighten the load, but often they had too much on their hands as it was. Unless her companions were fighting something on her behalf, there was hardly any assistance if she was injured... The only exception was when she lost a limb and an eye. Or her wife gave her a stimpak for her troubles*
Jasmine: (Nods her head at the bottle and continues to drink while staring at Nick with interest)
Gertie: (Licks her nose some more and yawns, blinking up at the gremlin like the baby she is)
Donovan: (Sees Ma leave the bathroom just before he goes back outside) “Detective Chapel is helping with your bathtub.”
Ma: “Oh really? How sweet of him.” (Smiles and quickly heads up the stairs to find Gardio. She lightly knocks on her own door so she doesn’t startle him entering) “Detective Chapel?” (Steps into her room and walks over to her bathroom)
Nick: *looks lost in thought about something again. He wonders if she even remembers her outburst at Lucille. Now probably wouldn't be a good time to bring it up*
Gardio: *has the tub pulled out at an angle so he can reach the pipes. Currently he's fastening then to the wall, glue and caulk already applied* Yes, ma'am? *He fastens the last section of pipe to the wall*
Lucille: *thinks about trying to stand but then she remembers the struggle of getting up in the tub. She grunts in annoyance. She already feels like a terrible person but now she's just pathetic...*
Teshteal: *licks his own nose in response and giggles* Yeah. She'll be fine. *Pokes the bridge of Girtie's little nose playfully*
Jasmine: (Still wants to hear her Dads voice so she lightly taps on his shoulder for his attention)
Gertie: (Cutely nibbles on Teshteals finger)
Ma: (Leans against the doorway of her bathroom) “Your daughter needs some help getting back upstairs, she’s done bathing and is waiting in the bathroom.”
Nick: Hm? Sorry, I was thinking of Lucille... What is it, Rosie?
Teshteal: *laughs* Hey, that tickles! *Attempts to remove his finger* You're such a wittle baby! Yes you are! *Pets the top of her little head*
Gardio: Oh? *Finishes securing the pipe, then pivots the tub back in place so he can attach it properly when he gets back* I'll be right down. *Rubs the sweat from his brow before wiping his hands on a work towel he snagged from the utility room. He approaches Ma just before leaving* Thank you for letting me know. And thank you for taking care of her...
Jasmine: (Face crinkles with disdain when she hears Lucille’s name, securing her fathers coat more over herself) (Signing) “Talk to me, please.”
Gertie: (Gives Teshteal a bunch of little licks with her itty-bitty tongue)
Ma: (Steps out of the way so he may pass) “You’re more than welcome…” (Sighs sadly) “May I add- you should have a talk with your daughter about her current life arrangements centering around her settlements. The poor dear sounds like she’s shouldering a lot more than one should on her own, and I do not think it’s helping her mental state.”
Nick: About Lucille? Are you sure? *Raises an eyebrow* I don't think now is a good time for it.
Gardio: *concerned frown but gives an understanding nod* I'll see what I can do... *As he walks past her, he pauses to look at her once more* Perhaps she can discuss trade with some of your allies in the future. *He continues to walk out of the room*
Lucille: *tracing one of the scars on her arm, idly*
Jasmine: (Shakes her head at that, scowling through the bottle) (Signing) “About ANYTHING else.”
Ma: (Nods her head after the glowing ghoul, watching him leave for a moment before she decides to go downstairs herself and prep the bathroom for Rosie to use)
Nick: *sighs* Fine, fine... What about that thing you were trying to reach out to? Looked like a bit of haze on my sensors. Thought it was some sort of glitch but Detective Chapel sensed it, too. Even poor Dogmeat was confused.
Gardio: *knocks on the door* Lucille? Sweetie? Can I come in?
Lucille: *looks up* Yeah, Dad.
Gardio: *walks in* How are you feeling?
Lucille: ... *Looks flatly up at him* Like I'm causing nothing but trouble.
Gardio: You aren't. Trust me.
Lucille: *eyes the rag looped through his belt* You were busy with something.
Gardio: *crouches next to the chair, facing her side* It can wait for a moment. I can finish it when I'm done taking care of you. *Puts one arm under her legs and the other behind her back, scooping her up*
Lucille: *sighs* I'm an adult.
Gardio: And adults still help each other. Parents still help their adult kids all the time. At least, even in this world, they should.
Lucille: *frowns at herself. She wonders how Shaun... Or rather, the synth child based on him... Is doing*
Gardio: *carrying her up the stairs* Besides, we need to talk about your settlements.
Lucille: *a chill runs down her spine at the thought of trying to untangle herself from them*
Teshteal: *takes to just sitting on the couch again, waiting for his girlfriend to return, letting the baby ferret nap in her bindle against his chest*
Jasmine: (Hums softly, getting a dazed look in her eyes while she thinks of the misty haze of warmth that kissed her) (Softly) “Mamá….”
Ma: (Goes over to the med room to get some fresh bandages ready for Rosie, then goes into the empty bathroom to clear it out)
Nick: Your mama...? *muttering to himself in confusion* Has she been watching this entire time? If so, why hasn't she stepped in sooner?
Lucille: You shouldn't concern yourself with tha-
Gardio: I will if it means you can have time to actually live. When's the last time you had a vacation?
Lucille: *grumbles* People don't get vacations in the wasteland. That's not a luxury-
Gardio: Bullshit.
Lucille: *taken aback. looking up at her father and tilting her head in shock* I'm sorry...?
Gardio: Bullshit- I've lived for over 200 years. People do take breaks, even if it means having someone on guard to keep the rest of the group safe.
Jasmine: (Blinks at her dad, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes, pulling away from the bottle) “Cause…. I told her to go away. I made her go away…..”
Ma: (Sighs to herself when she remembers yet again that she must clean up the top of the lighthouse to get rid of all the blood and glass. She’ll have to set time aside for that later)
Nick: *carefully wipes her tears away with his thumb with his good hand. Sadly* Oh Rosie...
Lucille: *frowns in disapproval* I can't just drop everything without having someone to take my place! Who's going to gather the materials to build? Who's going to repair the settlements? Who's going to build them up???
Gardio: You have hundreds of people living on Settlements and none of them have thought to build up their homes on their own?! None maintain the buildings?! None build them?!
Lucille: They don't know HOW-
Gardio: How do you know that? Have you asked?
Lucille: *goes quiet*
Gsrdio: You haven't, have you...?
Lucille: No...
Gsrdio: *sighs as he enters the attic and carefully sets her in bed*
Jasmine: (Sniffles on her tears, clutching onto Nick tightly for comfort while she shakes) “Daddy….”
Ma: (Comes out of the bathroom after it’s cleaned up and smiles at Teshteal on the sofa as she walks outside to ask Nick if he wants to take Rosie to wash up himself or allow her to do so)
Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Eight
Masterlist
Teshteal: *hides behind Gardio suddenly, sniffing the air to see if this person's friend or foe*
Gardio: *not sure why he's hiding suddenly since he knows the smaller man can easily kill a horde of super mutants*
Joyce: (Immediately notices and turns to face Teshteal, worry on her face) “Teshteal….?”
Donovan: (To the crew member) “Safe trip?” (Extends his hand for a handshake)
Crew Member: (Grips Donny’s arm with hers, flashing a friendly smile) “The waters got a little rough, but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle.” (Gestures behind her at the rest of the crew members who are starting to unload) “We’ve got everything on the list- along with some gifts from friends.”
Donovan: (Begins walking closer to the boat) “Is that so?”
Teshteal: *eyeing up and down the crew member. So far he smells the sea and the typical smell of gun powder that many a caravan person has. Hisses* Gifts? *listening and sniffing for anything that could be a bomb or a trojan crate*
Gardio: *notices Joyce's concerned look and extends a reassuring hand* He's likely on guard because it's a new person... *To crew member after adjusting his hat* Mind if I and my associate inspect the crates?
Lucille: *quietly blinks into the water as the lullaby ends, not sure how to handle her now relaxed and still state*
Ma: (Softly, like a mother speaking to her downhearted child) “Something on your mind, love?”
Lucille: Just not used to being this relaxed. *shrugs*
Ma: (Grabs some conditioner and a comb) “Is that so? You’re on the road a lot I take it?”
Joyce: (Inches closer to Teshteal, holding out her hand to him) “It’s okay- they are good friends of ours….” (Glances back at the boat) “Really good friends….”
Crew Member: (So confused about the glowing ghoul and the strange hissy gremlin behind him) “Uh…..” (Turns to Donny with wide eyes)
Donovan: (Shrugs his shoulders) “I mean…. It ain’t like they're hiding anything.” (Gestures at the crew members who are beginning to unload the boat onto the dock) “We’ve known these guys all their lives- their parents and even grandparents too.”
Boat Captain: (Waves to Donny from the top of the deck)
Donovan: (Smiles and waves back) “Yo Trenton! Ya didn’t happen to pack a bomb on the boat, hm?”
Trenton: (Shakes his head) “And hurt dear old Mama Evie? You think I’m trying to get my head to be served on a platter?”
Goats: (Bleat from inside the boat as if confirming the captains words)
Lucille: *nods* Very. I have settlements to maintain- *tenses up, remembering all the work she has to do on quite a few settlements* I need to get back to work soon-
Ma: (Frowns slightly hearing that) “Honey, remember what I said about slowing down to give yourself time?”
Teshteal: *slowly eases out from behind the large glowing one detective with extreme caution*
Gardio: *to the crew* If you say so. *still watching warily like the gargoyle he is*
Joyce: (Reaches to take her boyfriends hand, looking between both him and Gardio) “….Is something wrong?”
Crew Member: (Still looking at Donny nervously as she rushes to follow him) “Protective much?” (Gestures at the two newcomers who seems extra wary and cautious) “Are they…..?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head as he takes a crate from a crew member that hands it to him) “Nah, but you guys didn’t hire anyone new- right?”
Crew Member: (Also shakes her head) “Nope. Some old sea dogs as it’s always been.”
Donovan: “Good.” (Motions with his chin to a spot on the ground) “Just leave the crates and boxes there- and I’ll bring ‘em inside. You know how Ma likes everything organized.”
Crew Member: “You’re sure Donny…? We can help with the sorting?”
Donovan: (Remembering Jasmine and how jumpy she is) “Nawh- I’ve got it. Besides, don’t you guys have other places to be?”
Teshteal: New people. I need to be careful that they aren't vault operatives or that I don't hurt innocent people.
Gardio: *to Teshteal* They seem like decent people-
Teshteal: *shakes his head* Not just that, I sense... something off out here. Hard to place right now. *tail twitches anxiously*
Lucille: *quietly* This isn't enough time...?
Ma: (Smiles sadly down at her, gently squeezing her hand that she never let go of) “No my dear- three days is not enough for what you went through and neither is one soothing bath.”
Lucille: That's what worked in the past. I don't see why it doesn't work now. *shrugs*
Joyce: (Looks around at the people helping with unloading the cargo) “But what’s wrong about this?”
Trenton: (Comes out with a small bundle- too small to be a baby but it’s some sort of little creature) “Joyce? Sweetheart- look who’s here.”
Joyce: (Eyes widen as she begins to approach the boat captain instead, carefully taking the bundle from him)
Donovan: (Stopped helping with unloading the crates just to watch, smiling at his little sister)
Joyce: (Squeals with excitement as she beams down at the little bundle) “Ohhhhhhh!!!! She’s adorable!!!”
Teshteal: *ears perk up and and curiosity gets the best of him so he carefully approaches Joyce to see what... or rather who she's holding. He completely forgot her question already*
Joyce: (Beams up at her boyfriend, leaning towards him to show her little bundle of joy)
The Bundle: (Contains the tiny wiggly form of a baby panda ferret who’s no older than eight weeks old)
Joyce: (Squeals as she coos down at the little noodle, scratching under its chin) “Isn’t she just the cutest!?!?”
Trenton: (Smiles at Joyce and backs off to talk with Donovan, his face getting slightly more serious)
Ma: (Tenderly as she pets Lucille’s hair) “Oh honey- that ain’t a good way to function. It is like I said before- you’re human and it’s not fair to treat yourself as less. You need rest, for both your mental and physical health.”
Lucille: That's lovely and all but I have people who depend on me. They need supplies- Defenses! I can't just lay around for a week when they're waiting on materials that could very well save their lives!
Ma: (Raises a brow at this) “Huh, If I didn’t know any better I would say you sound like you’re raising a bunch of orphaned children. Are that weak and helpless? Isn’t there someone else who can give them a hand? You’re just one person, sweetheart. You can’t do it all.” (Fearful that Lucille will crumble again under more pressure)
Teshteal: *eyes go big- as large as saucers- at the teeny little panda noodle. He resists the urge to pick her up and lifts her up above his head in awe* A little baby panoodle...! *cupping both sides of his face, trying to contain his joy. He forgets about his apprehension completely thanks to the precious little ferret*
Joyce: “Panoodle!!!!!” (Looks like she’s attempting to contain her joy just as much as Teshteal, giving a bunch of little kisses down to her new baby)
Pirate: (Running and jumping around to greet everyone as if they were old friends, tail wagging like crazy)
Trenton: (Beckons Donovan to follow him while Joyce is distracted, picking up a crate of food that is meant to go inside)
Donovan: (Gives one quick look to his little sister as he also picks up a crate to carry inside, following the captain) “What’s up?”
Trenton: “I’ve got something for ya….”
Lucille: *purses her lips in thought and goes silent in thought for a moment. Quietly* Who's going to build the defenses...? The walls...? No one else does it but me... *head spins as she begins to spiral from how much the Commonwealth depends on solely her*
Ma: (Squeezes Lucille’s hand again as even more worry floods her face) “My sweet…..” (Gently cups Lucille’s cheek with her other hand to try and get her attention before she loses the young woman) “Lucille, look at me please.”
Lucille: ... *looks up ever so slightly, her mismatched eyes trying to focus on Ma despite her spiraling thoughts on all the responsibility thrown on her*
Ma: (Gently strokes Lucille’s cheek with her thumb, her face soft and comforting) “Are you with me, sweetie?”
Teshteal: *cooing at the tiny panda noodle. Doesn't believe he's seen anything so cute in his life*
Joyce: (Moves to huddle in closer to her boyfriend again so he can get a better look at the little wiggly gal) “She’s so little!!!” (Slightly holds the bundle out so Teshteal can hold the baby if he wants)
Donovan: “Good or bad?”
Trenton: “Wish I could say good news- but sadly it ain’t…..”
Donovan: (Feels a weight of dread and exhaustion build up in his chest at that) “Oh…..”
Teshteal: *takes the baby panoodle into his arms and gently nuzzles her soft fur with his nose* So soft and sweet! *stops for a moment, admiring the adorable ball of fluff* What are you going to name her?
Joyce: (Proudly) “Gertie!!! She’s from the same mother as Gilbert!!!”
Gertie: (Gives a very tiny lick on the gremlins nose, her little paws poking out of the swaddle she’s in)
Donovan: (Sets the crate down on the kitchen counter, walking over to check on the slowly simmering pot of broth)
Trenton: (Looks like he’s dreading to bare whatever news he has to the ghoul)
Jasmine: (Whimpers ever so slightly in her sleep, also feeling a heavy load start to weigh down on her shoulders and ropes snag at her ankles- trying to pull her down in her dreams once more….. But she can also feel something else…. Something she can’t quit put her finger on…. But it’s present)
Teshteal: *giggles at the tiny ferret kiss* Awe! He's got a little sister now! *gently holds one of her tiny paws in his fingers* Wook at her wittle hands!
Joyce: (Practically shining brighter than the sun itself) “She’s so stinking cute that imma die!!!”
Gertie: (Looking between the two squealers curiously, so confused on what’s going on)
Crew Members: (Keep unloading all the goods and eventually they stroll on out with a half dozen or so sheep and goats with their young, the creatures bleating as the clamor along)
Jasmine: (Attempts to free herself from the chains that are tying and pulling her down as she feels the crushing weight of the world on bare down on her shoulders- partly recognizing that she’s dreaming and her troubles are manifesting themselves into it. She struggles for a bit, tears forming on her waterline and she’s about to scream with frustration but then she feels like what seems to be a gentle kiss on her head from behind and she freezes- hearing a low hum in the distance of her dreamworld)
Teshteal: *blinks for a moment, tail twitching upward when he realizes something. Whispers* I think we might be scaring her with all our cooing. *to the baby ferret as quietly as he possibly can* Sorry.
Joyce: (Hums lowly as her emerald eyes widen) “Ooops…..” (Reaches out to gently stroke her new baby’s face again) “Sorry Gertie….”
Gertie: (Also licks Joyce’s fingers with her tiny tongue when she can)
Lucille: Trying to be... *thoughts race on what settlement still needs what resource and how many turrets she needs to assign to another and so on...* Hard to stop when it's all you've been able to think about for the last year and a half....
Ma: (Softly) “And you do it all completely on your own? For over a year and a half now?”
Lucille: *nods grimly* No one helps...
Ma: (Heart just about snaps all over again and she has half a mind to go down to these settlements and give them an earful because poor Lucille seems to have enough trouble as it is) “It really is no wonder that you’re so overworked. But I’m sure we can work something out that doesn’t involve you trudging all around to try and fix everyone’s problems.”
Jasmine: (Her hands that were once firmly clasping Nicks shirt start to move a bit to grope behind him despise nothing being there) “Mhmmm……”
Dogmeat: (Sniffs the girl when she does this, whining softly)
Jasmine: (Eyes sparkle in her dream world as the humming gets closer and it’s unmistakeable of what it is to her) “Mamá…..” (And just like that- the weight starts to get lifted off her shoulders and her ties start to become undone)
Nick: *to dogmeat calmly* I see it, boy. Problem is- I don't want to wake her. *senses the presence himself, though for him it's more like an unknown source of heat or warmth other than the sun*
Gardio: *observing from the distance. From the sound of things, the goods involve livestock and he doesn't want to risk contaminating them with his radiation*
Teshteal: *gentle smile, or as gentle as it can be with his sharp teeth at Gertie*
Lucille: Good luck getting people to listen... If it's not farming or guard duty or some other slightly menial task, then it's all on me to keep up these places.
Ma: (Huffs slightly when she hears that) “Well that sounds to me plain unfair on your side. They cannot really expect one woman to help now can they?”
Gertie: (Licks her nose as she gazes up between Joyce and Teshteal, seemingly unbothered by Teshteal appearance since he’s friendly)
Joyce: (Nose scrunches slightly) “I think Gilbert isn’t going to be too happy- he’s spoiled that way.”
Jasmine: (Shakes off her remaining shackles in her dream and looks around with wide kitten eyes) “Mamá!!!!” (She listens for the humming, but it sounds like it’s coming from all directions so she picks one and starts running) “Mami!!!!!” (She feels another soft breath and kiss on the back of her neck this time as she runs- fueling her determination. She misses her mother so damn much….)
Dogmeat: (Noses his way on in closer to the teen as she continues to try and grab something behind Nick while kicking her feet)
Nick: Oh- Hold on, doll... *wraps his arms around her to keep her from knocking the both of them off of the lounge chair and starts rubbing her back to soothe her excitement*
Teshteal: *quiet huff* What is Gilbert to do? She'll have to live in the same house. *emphatically raises his hands, as if performing a fool in a play shrugging off a joke or a jab*
Joyce: (Giggles at Teshteal, squeezing Gertie’s bundle slightly) “You’re right. He’ll have to grow to love his little sister. Besides- I’m sure she smells like their mother.” (Sniffs the little noodle to confirm her thoughts- Gertie smelling exactly like baby Gilbert when she first got him)
Lucille: *shrugs in defeat* Apparently, they can... Doesn't matter. I like building-
Ma: (Shakes her head in disapproval at these people as she mutters something under her breath, tapping the bottom of Lucille’s chin) “I’m sure you do honey- but too much strain on one person will cause them to crumble. So no- they can’t be asking you to do everything for them. You have your own life to manage too.”
Jasmine: (Somewhat feels Nicks gentle rubs in her sleep, but she cannot really contain herself as she feels the softest of touches caress the side of her face and she runs even faster towards a bright beacon of light in the distance. Behind her she can almost hear and feels her troubles calling out to her, but the light is driving it all away for her) “Mamá!!!”
Nick: *confused- she's usually only this active in her sleep when she's having a nightmare and yet, she doesn't seem distressed*
Teshteal: *sniffs* She does smell kind of similar to the little guy...
Gardio: *still still as a statue. One would assume he is one*
Joyce: (Takes in a deep inhale of Gertie, rocking back and forth happily) “Baby ferret smell!!!”
Lucille: *mutters quietly* What life... I had a life before the war and now what? I blew up the institute- but that's all I'll ever be known for.... *splashes the water in a fit of frustration* The one who obliterated the boogeyman of the commonwealth while graciously giving homes to those who need them.
Ma: “Correct me if I am wrong- but I believe that ‘your life’ consists of the same people who helped talk you out of ending it so soon and have taken care of you.” (Tenderly rakes her fingers through Lucille’s purple hair) “They make up your life and you make up theirs in turn. That is what family is. You take care of one another and watch each others hearts and wellbeing.”
Lucille: *eyes sting with tears. She tries to hide it by averting her gaze. She doesn't know if she has the strength to return the favor to the people who do care... And now she wonders if she's failed each and every one of them, now*
Jasmine: (Hums along with the song the voice of her mother is singing- recognizing it immediately as one of the many lullabies she’d sing. It twists her heartstrings a bit, but she cannot help the smile on her face) “Mami….” (She stops running but doesn’t stop squirming to escape in real life, closing her eyes to bask in the warmth she’s feeling throughout her body)
Nick: *still holding his squirming daughter as still as he can. He keeps petting her back to comfort her*
Ma: (Smiles kindly down at the young woman) “You know- people often ask me why I do what I do. Why I devote everything I am to being a caretaker and mother when I seemingly get little in return for walking sometime walking into a blaze that could leave me with less than what I had before. What they don’t understand is that I do get something in return each and every time. I get the irreplaceable joy of seeing my babies and loved ones flourish and glow over time even in the tiniest ways. That will fill me up more than gold and glory ever wil even if it’s in the tiniest of ways like a simple glitter in their eyes in the morning at breakfast or the peaceful look on their face as they sleep in comfort.” (Gently taps the bottom of Lucille’s chin once more before she moves her hand up to tuck her short hair behind her ears even if there isn’t much to do so) “That’s what any good parent wants from their kid. I can say that your father is no different. And if I end up with taking a hard loss or a couple of hits, well then so be it. Love is the sacrifices we make for each other anyways. And if you’re wondering what you’re sacrificing here for this love- it’s that little piece of you that you keep trying to hide away from everyone. That little piece of you that’s human, tired and just wants peace and rest. Yes, that piece of you that you think is unwanted and not worth it is still precious because it’s a part of you, my love.”
Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at how loving his girlfriend is over this small creature*
Joyce: (Bounces and pats her little bundle of joy- then glances back at the house) “I wonder how we should play this out with Gilbert….”
Jasmine: (Mumbling hoarsely as she paws midair) “Mamá…. Come back…. Please….” (Kicks her feet a bit harder) “Lo siento Mami, lo mucho siento. Por favor….. Don’t leave me alone- you know I hate it….”
Translation: “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m very sorry. Please.”
Dogmeat: (Sniffles the squirming girl some more with big puppy eyes of confusion and concern because she’s making strange sounds)
The Voice: (Whispers ever so softly and comfortingly into the broken teens ear, wrapping her up in a hug of warmth and security) “Chiquilla bonita. Llegaste del cielo en un tren del amor. Tu alegre sonrisa. Me enseña en la vida, el camino mejor….”
Translation: “Pretty girly. You arrived from heaven on a train of love. You’re happy smile. It teaches me the better things in life.”
Jasmine: (Feels her heart both flood with overwhelming joy and crack into a million little pieces when she registers that- having not understood why her mother had been so adamant on singing that song to her during her prewar days…. But now it’s just becoming clear. She has to find her mother- she has to say sorry) “I’m sorry Mamá…..” (She hugs her dream self tightly and rocks back and forth on her feet, taking a couple of slow steps to follow the voice but once again it’s coming from all directions)
Nick: *whispers* What's going on in that pretty little head of yours...?
Teshteal: Hrm... Slowly? Like a cat?
Gardio: *nods*
Lucille: *lips tremble before burying her face in her hands. She wishes she COULD rest but the consequences of that feel too great*
Ma: (Softly) “Whatcha thinking about, my sweet?” (Gently allows her hand to rest on Lucille’s shoulder, looking on at the young woman with concern and understanding)
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Joyce: (Glances between Gardio and Teshteal) “I suppose so- but knowing my little stinker he’ll come running the moment he senses someone else taking up my attention then throw a tantrum.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Jasmine: (Mewls like a lost kitten looking for their mother because she essentially is, her dream self wandering aimlessly through an empty field to find a dead woman whom she swears she can feel in her heart and hear in the distance. She smiles despite being lost- because she knows that her mother is close by and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on her child) “Where are you?”
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Ma: “Oh cariño…” (Her mother instincts take ahold and she immediately drops to her knees besides the poor young woman, gently draping her arm around Lucille’s shoulder to pull her into a hug that she can easily pull out of if she desires) “Sssssh, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll figure things out all together. You can only shoulder so much on your own until you crack and crumble- but that’s what your family is here for.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Joyce: (Turns back to the lighthouse in thought, then back down at the tiny kit once more) “Well- he’s gonna have to at least tolerate her. Hopefully he quickly learns that there’s plenty of love to go around. Plus it’s not good for ferrets to be alone.”
Teshteal: *making kissy faces and baby noises at the baby ferret... his ears pick up a rustling noise in the distance of the woods but the size tells him it might be a wild animal of some kind*
Jasmine: (Suddenly perks upright from Nicks chest as if she was summoned, her hands firmly planted on his shoulders so she can steady herself as her big magical doe eyes scan the area expectingly. They gloss over both Nick and Dogmeat as if they weren’t there- obviously she’s looking for something else) “Mamá…..” (She can still feel the warmth in her heart and the prickle of a ghostly kiss on the back of her head….. But where is her mother?)
Nick: *looks where she is. His sensors pick up a faint impression of... something but it's hard to get a reading. He briefly considers heading to Acadia for calibration if not for Jasmine's behavior. Kindly, out of confusion* What about her, doll?
Lucille: *sobs into the older woman's arms*
Ma: (Locks Lucille into her strong and comforting embrace that many people had sought solace in before) “Sssshh, it’s okay. Just let it all out.”
Jasmine: (Pouts a bit when she can’t find her mother, then she tilts her head at another prickle on her cheek. She then makes grabby hands up in the air while leaning over the side of the chair, almost like she’s trying to leap out of her fathers arms)
Nick: Woah, hold on there... *pulls her back a little, unsure exactly why she's trying to leap out of the seat at nothing. Granted, it seems better than the wild thrashing from before, but it doesn't make him any less concerned about her current behavior*
Gardio: *decides that the two lovebirds should be fine so he walks back to the lighthouse to try and be of some help. He approaches the two men* If there's any cargo that isn't food or livestock to haul in or set up, I'd be willing to help.
Donovan: (Looks frazzled about something but slowly nods his head, a bottle of broth in hand) “Yeah…. Yeah, that would be nice thank you….” (He walks over to the other ghoul, holding out the bottle to him) “Give this to Detective Valentine before you go, please.”
Trenton: (Leaning against the wall, looking down in deep thought, staring Donny’s expression of worry)
Gardio: Will do. *gives an affirming nod then gives Donny a reassuring but heavy pat on the shoulder, giving him just a little radiation as a boost to help ease his frazzled nerves before he heads on up to the roof*
Donovan: (Gives a weak smile at Gardio as he leaves, then sighs heavily)
Joyce: (Goes back to squealing happily over the little one) “Oooooh, she’s too perfect!!! I can’t get enough of her sweet little face!!!”
Gertie: (Gazes up at Teshteal and Joyce, licking her nose some more)
Teshteal: *licks his own nose with his long tongue to mimic Gertie*
Gertie: (Seems fascinated by the two people in front of her, especially by the strange gremlin man mimicking her by licking his own nose)
Joyce: (Giggles some more, this time at her boyfriend) “Ack, you’re cute as well!!!”
Jasmine: (Whines when she’s kept from leaping into the air but she doesn’t seem too upset, just tries to do it again while still making grabby hands at nothing)
Nick: *sighs, knowing if he tries to snap her out of it, she'll just grow more distressed* I can't just let you go- you might hurt yourself... Maybe your mama will come closer to hold you.
Gardio: *walks up the stairs to the roof and raises an eyebrow in confusion at the girl making grabby hands in the air. It's a stark contrast to the screaming and thrashing from before. He very carefully approaches and speaks calmly so he doesn't spook her* I have broth for her.
Teshteal: *turns to her and licks his nose like he's some sort of big cat then makes a tiny chirping noise with his mouth- being the silliest of sillies to make his angel laugh*
Joyce: (Shrieks with laughter at her goofball of a boyfriend, putting a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her laughter that can be heard across the ocean)
Teshteal: *grins at how much that simple noise made her happy* I could gobble her and Gilbert up like a couple of extra big noodles! *Playfully licks his lips*
Jasmine: (Looks over at Gardio when she hears his voice and blinks slowly, then turns to her father, then back to the space up in the area she was looking at) “Mamá….” (She wiggles in her dads arms, patting on his shoulder to try and make her let go, then makes her grabby hands to be picked up by whatever she’s looking at)
Dogmeat: (Whines with confusion, trying to lick the girl)
Gardio: *finally next to the chair. He sets the bottle down next to Nick* Here... Do you think she'll drink it in this state?
Nick: I haven't a clue... *to Jasmine* Hey, kitten. Do you think your Mama would be happy if you drank this broth? *picks up the bottle and holds it up* I think she would. *gently smiling at her*
Jasmine: “Mamá….” (Takes her eyes off the air with a wistful and somber, deep longing look in her eyes, letting her hands rest back on her Dads shoulders as she turns to look at him. She tilts her head to one side, then seems to register that it’s him and she breaks out into a warm smile)
Nick: *smiles just as warmly back, relieved to se that she's isn't suffering for once* It's good to see that smile. Would you like some broth? *Offers it to her once more to see if she'll take it or not*
Gardio: *amazed that the girl looks so at peace. He glances over at the spector she was making grabby hands at a second ago*
Nick: *thinks to himself* So he can see it, too? Well that means it's not a simple calibration issue...
Jasmine: (Softly) “Daddy….” (Gently presses her forehead to his while putting a hand on his cheek, sighing softly, not acknowledging what he’s offering her)
The Object: (Appears to be a misty ball of white light up in the sky, now fading out so it’s almost completely transparent)
Nick: *sighs and sets the bottle down* I suppose not... *Reaches up with his bad hand and strokes her cheek, then attempts to brush a stray hair from her face* Hey, kiddo.
Gardio: *watching as it disappears, wondering what or who that could have been... Whatever it was seemed to have a calming effect on the girl. Quietly he turns to and starts for the stairs* I'm going to help Donny. I promised him that I'd help.
Jasmine: (Hums happily in greeting, sighing as she slinks down to rest her head against Nicks chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his inner workings while the sun shines over them. She’s still tired, like her body is light years away from being fully recharged)
Joyce: “Oooohhh- I so hope they get along well!!! I would love to have a ferret snuggle session!!!”
Teshteal: *looks up and notices Gardio's left* We should... Probably go back. Dio left- *slight panic enters his voice* Why did he leave-?
Joyce: (Looks around) “Hm, I don’t know. Maybe he went to help Donny with the stuff.”
Teshteal: Yeah... *Shaking a little. He can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end again* I don't feel safe out here, though... Let's head back. *Turns to the lighthouse*
Joyce: (Seems concerned but she follows along) “Errrrrm…. Okay then. But can I ask, why don’t you feel safe?”
Teshteal: *glances at the ship* I don't know those people. I don't know if they're from that hellish place. *Already walking along*
Joyce: (Walks alongside him, confused) “What place? These our Ma and Donny’s friends, they’ve known them for a long time.”
Donovan: (Already putting away some of the stuff he brought in, raising his head when Gardio pokes his head in) “Handed it off?”
Gardio: As good as done. She still seemed sleepy though... *Fully steps into the kitchen* What do you need help with bringing in?
Donovan: (Rubs his forehead for a moment, then starts walking to the door past Gardio) “The stuff with the storage labels go into the basement, the kitchen labels go the kitchen, and the rest into the living room. Mama will sort them out later.”
Jasmine: (Her eyes click up to her father as she rests, lifting a hand to gently touch the side of his neck where there’s a large gash, humming a bit sadly and with concern)
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Nick: *tenderly takes her hand in his right* Don't worry. My sealants still seem to be intact... *Mutters, thinking about all the times Lucille led them into a flooded building* So far...
Teshteal: The place that turned me into this. The place that made my life hell the moment I stepped in it- *the slits of his eyes narrow with dread as the sound of commands, shouts, and manipulative sweet urgings grow louder and louder*
Gardio: Got it... And none of these would be damaged or tainted easily with radiation?
Jasmine: (Still eyes up her Dad with concern, blinking slowly at the patches and worn down skin on his neck and face)
Joyce: (Timidly, taking and squeezing Gertie’s bundle to her chest) “Teshteal? You okay…?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “Nawh, the crates and containers they are in are sealed tight. Should be all good.”
Nick: *sees where she's eyeing and waves it away, as if shooing a fly* Eh, cosmetic... Don't worry yourself with it. *Wry laugh* I'll get it replaced, one day. Haven't seen a need to, yet... *Readjusts his hold on her so she's more comfortable* How about you focus on getting some sleep and I'll think about that, hm?
Gardio: *starts moving the the crates to their new and proper homes as Donny instructed. Taking great care not to drop any of their precious belongings*
Teshteal: No. I'll never be okay... *Spiralling* Why would I deserve that? I've always been a terrible excuse for a person. I couldn't even do simple tasks without messing up! How have I survived this long? Are the people on the boat spies? Soldiers operating on a code word? Is everyone in danger? Are they after me-?
Jasmine: (Is now also focused on his bad hand that she siezes and brings up to her face, playing with his fingers curiously)
Donovan: (Goes outside to bring in more crates, walking a bit slowly)
Joyce: (Gets even more worried and stops walking) “Teshteal? No- you'll be okay, you’re not a terrible person…”
Nick: *softly hums* Try not to pinch yourself on the joints... *Keeping his hand slack so she can play as she likes*
Gardio: *soon as most of the items neatly stacked where they need to be. He starts getting in a rhythm with Donny, taking them from the younger man's hands and eventually noticing his slow pace* Are you alright? You seem sluggish with a few of these packages.
Teshteal: *crouches in the middle of the path, his tail swishing wildly* Th-then why do I keep getting these thoughts to kill or hurt everyone around me? Why do I want to act on them?! Do I actually love you? *He grips and tugs at his hair* Or is that just a means to a horrific end?! Why do they still control me-?!
Jasmine: (Toys with his fingers, tilting her head curiously while humming a note in question, wondering what happened to the skin on his hand)
Donovan: “Hm? Oh, I’m alright…. Just thinking about things….” (Gives Gardio another forced smile and nod) “I’ve gotta help Ma set up the large clawfoot tub they brought for her in her master bathroom, I want her to be able to have that spa bath she talked about.”
Joyce: (Swallows hard, her voice shaking. She wants to be able to spit out something wise for her boyfriend to ponder, but she can’t find the right words. So she goes back to what she only knows) “Teshteal? Can you take some deep breaths? You’re safe here….” (Wonders if she should run and go find Gardio or Nick)
Teshteal: *he tries to take a deep breath, but somehow chokes on it and swears between coughs. Despite this, he keeps trying to breathe deeply, eventually succeeding*
Gardio: Would you like some help with that? I can install the tub, too. It wouldn't be a problem at all for me in fact. *flashes a confident but also helpful smile* It's the least I could do to repay you all for housing us.
Nick: *sensing the question hinted at by that solitary hum* Lost that doing repairs on Diamond City. Or at least that's what I would say if it weren't from another model. Seems we generation 2 synths can't keep the skin on our bones.
Joyce: (Breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that it’s working, lightly petting his messy hair) “You’re okay…. We’re safe here…. We can go inside and get you a cup of some nice cold water.”
Donovan: (Looks at Gardio with partial astonishment) “Really? You can do that?”
Jasmine: (Nods her head slowly to show that she understands, then lightly runs her fingers near the gash on his neck, her eyes flickering to him expectingly)
Teshteal: *flinches a little, not expecting the comforting gesture. He leans into it, much like a cat headbutting their owner's hand. Softly* Okay... I'm sorry...
Gardio: Of course! Wouldn't be the first time I've hauled a tub up a set of stairs. I did that in my old settlement a few of times for folks. *Gestures vaguely with a tilt of his head as he hauls another crate to the kitchen* Just point me to the tub, where you want it, the plumbing supplies, and the water supply and a I'll have it done by the end of the day!
Nick: That's a combination of a lot of hard detective work, living in the ruins, and, you'd guess it, fixing up Diamond City... *Pets her head with his good hand*
Joyce: “It’s alright, here….” (Holds out her hand to him with a gentle and understanding smile) “Let’s go inside.”
Donovan: (Rubs the back of his head) “The tub is probably still on the dock and you can ask someone to help you wheel it in. The tub goes into the bathroom in Ma’s room and I’ll let her know so that you don’t give her a fright. The rest of the stuff should be in a little utility room in the basement.”
Jasmine: (Looks up at her Dad with her sparkling amber eyes that catch the sunlight and reflect beautifully, smiling at him, still toying with his bad hand)
Teshteal: *slowly takes her hand and lets her head him to the house*
Gardio: Understood. *Flashes a confident smile as he makes his way to the door. As he passes by the pair, his look shifts to concern. He doesn't stop walking, keeping mind of his deadline*
Nick: *taken back by the honey colored eyes before fondly smiling at her. Again, he's just happy to see that she's in such good spirits for once.*
Joyce: (Shifts the little bundle in her arms, gently squeezing her boyfriends hand, leading him back to the house)
Donovan: (Waves him off and just kinda stands there in the living room for a moment, taking a deep breath)
Jasmine: (Cutely scrunches her nose, whatever that light was surely brightened her soul back up, it’s even reflected in her eyes that aren’t resembling a haunted doll at the moment)
Nick: *wonders if this is the most she's been this calm and hopeful since they first met, not counting the trip through her memories*
Gardio: *reaches the dock and eyes the huge crate containing the tub. He approaches the crew working the boat with a wave* Mind if I get some help hauling this to the lighthouse? *He thinks he hears the brush rustle behind him, but shrugs it off as a gust of wind blows through the nearby treetops*
Teshteal: *face goes red, looking at their joined hands, both flustered and embarrassed simultaneously. Flustered because of the contact. Embarrassed for his breakdown just moments before*
Joyce: (Leads him inside to the kitchen, opening the fridge to browse what’s inside, deciding to take out a small pitcher of what appears to be lemonade) “Want some of this too? Or just water?”
Crewman: “Yup. It’s too bad we don’t have our forklift.” (Motions for everyone nearby to gather around the crate that’s on wheels so they can push and pull it with rope)
Jasmine: (Softly, and hoarsely because of her screaming and crying earlier) “You okay?”
Nick: I'm more than okay- you seem to be doing better and that's done me a world of good in itself!
Gardio: That is a shame. *Clucks as he walks along the tub* I'll push. *Gets behind the crate and braces himself against it, squatting so his legs do all the work* When you're all ready.
Teshteal: *sniffs the pitcher. It's definitely lemonade adjacent* I'll take it.
Lucille: *heaves a deep, relieved breath, the pressure worked out of her system* Thank you, Mama Evie...
Jasmine: (Searches her fathers eyes for a moment before nodding, glancing down at herself, then their surroundings, trying to catch up on what the hell is even going on)
Crewman: “Alright then. One…. Two…. Three!!!” (With that they all start pull on the crate to haul it up to the lighthouse with Gardios help)
Joyce: (Takes out two glasses and pours herself and Teshteal some lemonade, handing him his glass with her still warm smile) “Here you go!”
Ma: (Tenderly, stroking Lucille’s head) “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Nick: If you're wondering why you're up here, you crawled onto the roof from the window.
Teshteal: *accepts the glass, his hand trembles but he feigns a smile as he sips the tangy drink*
Gardio: *with his strength they make short work of it. Before they know it, they're at the doorstep* Good work! Thank you for the help! *Considers talking to Donny to see if there's anything they can do to pay them back extra for their service*
Lucille: ...I think I'm ready to get out of the bath, now...
Jasmine: (Looks like she’s about to ask more questions but then she hears voices coming from the bottom of the house and she gets spooked since she’s underdress, snagging her dads coat that Ma had brought up earlier to throw over her, curling up to her dad for safety)
Joyce: (Takes and squeezes his hand in hers, beaming at him as she drinks her lemonade)
Crewman: “No problem. Anything for the good mother.” (Starts to walk back the house with the others to finish the rest of the stuff)
Donovan: (Comes up from the basement where he was putting away more stuff)
Ma: (Nods and rises from the chair to grab a large towel for Lucille, offering her arm for support) “Okay honey, just move slowly for me and don’t put pressure on your ankle.”
Nick: *laughs a little and rubs her shoulder* Don't worry, doll. I got ya... I think I'm the only person in earshot if you're wandering what's going on.
Gardio: *goes down to the basement, quickly locating the utility room and fetching a crowbar to free the tub from its wooden prison. It isn't long before he's on the front step again and doing just that*
Teshteal: *blushes again, his ears pricking up a little... Quietly* I get so flustered around you... *Takes an awkward small sip of his drink*
Lucille: *wry laugh at that* I've walked on worse- *Attempts to rise but nearly falls over from the shooting pain in her ankle. She supports herself with the side of the tub*
Jasmine: (Shivers with fright and because she’s actually cold for once, huddling up to the warm safety that is dad. She peeps just her head out so she can look up at Nick and breath better, tightly clinging to him)
Donovan: (Had walked into the kitchen and raises a brow at the two) “Having a drink?”
Joyce: (Giggles and nods, balancing Gertie’s bundle in the crook of her arm) “Yup- drinking some of the lemonade I helped Mama make.”
Ma: (Firmly) “But under my watch you won’t. Come here.” (Puts her arm under Lucille’s so she can guide her out of the tub and onto the chair)
Nick: Cold? I think this broth here is still warm enough to do some good if you'll take it... *Jerks his head at the bottle as he rubs the small of her back*
Teshteal: *turns an even darker shade of red as he keeps the drink to his mouth, hoping it can hide his face. He doesn't even remember if Donny knows about their relationship*
Gardio: *props open the door then takes in a few deep breaths and lifts the giant tub on his own, occasionally grunting as he carries it through the house to its final designation*
Lucille: *hangs onto the older woman for support. She mentally curses the state her body is currently in- unable to support its own weight*
Jasmine: (Blinks up at Nick, her eyes getting a light mist to them) “Tainted….?”
Donovan: (Chuckles and waves a teasing finger at Joyce and Teshteal) “No closed doors.”
Joyce: (Rolls her eyes) “I’m not twelve! Plus- Gilbert wouldn’t allow anything anyways.”
Ma: (In one fast and fluid motion she wraps Lucille in the blanket and plucks her out of the water, seating her in the chair) “There we go, now ya can dry off and get dressed.”
Nick: What? Tainted...? *A horrific realization of what she means dawns on him, but instead he firmly shakes his head* I doubt Donny would do that to you... But it if makes you feel better, I'll test it for you *Reaches for the bottle, tips it, then massages the top. A couple drops of the broth lands in his mouth. He mimes chewing to get a better sense of the flavor then tilts his head* No, not tainted. There's a bunch of salt and herbs. But other than that, it's your run of the mill beef broth. *Offers the bottle to her*
Teshteal: *panicking a little. He's definitely stronger than a ferret and there's always the risk of losing himself to the programming looming over his head. He just keeps sipping his lemonade, pretending everything's fine. He's caused enough trouble, for now.*
Lucille: *blinks with slightly wide eyes. For a moment she reexamines all the scars on her body, then she reaches up to her hair and lets out a mild gasp... It's gotten a bit longer since she's cut it, last.* Another thing I'm going to have to take care of later, I guess... *Starts to reach for her clothes*
Gardio: *managed to get it all the way up to Ma's bathroom. He heaves a sigh of relief once it's out of his arms. He wipes his hands together and presses them on his hips as he assesses the situation before getting the tools*
Jasmine: (Stares at her dad almost in astonishment now) “Donny….” (Covers her mouth and mumbles something into it that sounds foreign, then giggles as she closes her eyes) “Donny….” (Opens her eyes with a disoriented expression, banging the side of her forehead with the palm of her hand, trying to get herself to process things better. Her head hurts and so does her stomach, but it’s probably hunger at this point. She takes the bottle into her mouth and slowly starts to suck, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something)
Donovan: (Gestures at Gertie in her bundle, approaching so he can see the new little one) “Aaawww, she’s so precious.” (Reaches out to gives the baby some scritches on the top of her head)
Gertie: (Leans into it and closes her eyes, licking her nose again)
Joyce: (Excitedly, lemonade dribbling down her chin) “I know!!! She’s more adorable than I ever could’ve imagined!!!”
Ma: (Offers Lucille some lotion if she wants it) “I could give you a haircut later, honey. I have all the tools, but you did just take a shower. Unless you’re one of those who don’t feel like ants are all over them after a haircut and don’t have the need to take a rinse.”
Ma’s Room: (Pretty large since it’s the master bedroom and well decorated, a distinct scent of flowers in the air. There’s a big bed with luscious pillows and sheets positioned at the left wall with two nightstands on each side of it, but only one of them is full of stuff while the other remains bare besides a lamp. Her rocking chair is besides a collection of books, a TV, and holotapes of what seem to be playlists of songs from the labels that are either titles of full albums or specially mixed playlists, in both English and Spanish. Also a few movies and shows are mixed in there. There’s a large vanity besides the walk-in closet that’s lined with different perfumes and other ladies trinkets. She also has a sewing station set up complete with a high grade sewing machine and an adjustable dress form. The rest of the room is decorated with a rug and a few decor items and her walls are plastered with photos of different people of varying ages from infants to older folks, sometimes Ma is in posing those photos with Donny also making an appearance)
Ma’s Bathroom: (A dreamy pink bathroom with patterns of hearts on the walls. On the floor are matching bath mats and matching towels are hung up on the walls. There’s a empty spot in the little indent meant for a tub that had long been removed to make way for the new one)
Lucille: Yeah, you're right. I would get pretty itchy. *Accepts the lotion and starts to rub it on herself before putting on her clothes completely*
Nick: *glad to see she's drinking something without much fuss. He does wonder what's on her mind but he's not going to interrupt her*
Teshteal: *notices the lemonade dribbling down her chin and finally puts down the cup, dashing for a hand towel then, with a surprising delicate and gentle touch, dabs the liquid dry from her face. Sweetly* Swallow next time before you speak... Okay?
Gardio: *a little awestruck when he can finally fully view the room upon return. He feels like he just stepped into a movie... Then has to remind himself that over 200 years ago, people had lusciously decorated and populated rooms like these... He takes a moment to admire the sewing machine, the TV and holotapes, the records, and bed. It almost brings a tear to his eye. He doesn't know why- the whole house is a snapshot of life before the bombs... He sighs as he looks at all the photos with a nostalgically sad smile*
Jasmine: (Settles down against Nicks chest again, eyes still locked up on him) (Signing) “Speak, please.” (Wants to hear his voice right now since it’s so soothing)
Joyce: (Crinkles her nose at Teshteal) “Okay I’ll try, but no promises.”
Donovan: (As he gets himself a glass of water) “She does the same thing with snacks, which is why Pirate always hovers near her feet when she’s talking.”
Pirate: (Is in fact hovering near under the table)
Ma: (Strokes Lucille’s damp hair) “Would you like me to call your father to come help you, or would you like some crutches to use?”
The Photos: (Are all in uniquely decorated photo frames, each one lovingly handcrafted for each photo it holds)
Nick: Heh. Want to hear my thoughts? I could ask you the same, honestly. How's your memory from the last day or so?
Teshteal: *light chuckle. Something about that reminds him of himself*
Gardio: *fond smile despite not knowing any of them. He decides to get started on installing this tub, only heading out for a moment to turn off the water then back up to attach the pipe to the tub itself, plumbers glue, caulk and all. Part of him wonders if he should fashion a shroud for the pipe so it doesn't look garrish against the emaculate bathroom, but he finds it's well hidden with some adjustments to the plumbing and position of the tub*
Lucille: Get me some crutches. I'll figure out how to get to the attic. *Finally fully clothed... Though she does miss some of the secure feeling her armor gave her*
Jasmine: (Makes a so-so motion with her hand, shaking her head) (Signing) “Foggy.”
Donovan: (Pats Joyce’s shoulder) “I need you to help me with getting some of the smaller broken down crates back to the dock so they can take them back.”
Joyce: (Sets her glass down) “Okay!” (Holds out Gertie’s bundle to Teshteal) “Do you mind watching her for me while I help Donny?”
Ma: “Oh sweetheart, there are a lot of stairs to get back up there. I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind coming back down to help you.” (Gently cups her cheek and tilts her face up to hers) “He wouldn’t want you to fall, and neither would I.”
Nick: Do you remember where we are...?
Lucille: I'm sure I could get back up. I'm sturdier than that... Besides he's probably busy with something. I don't want to bother him-
Teshteal: *takes Gertie and holds her close to his chest* Sure! Be careful out there!
Gardio: *fiddling with the pieces of pipe he brought up to make sure he has all the right bends and connections and that they're the right size for the tub... It's not like he can just go down to the hardware store and buy more pipe.*
Jasmine: (Raises her head a bit more to slowly look around, eyes going up to the lighthouse where she had previously put a gun to her own head, the pieces hardly clicking in her head) (Quietly) “Donny….”
Joyce: “I will be, don’t worry!” (Walks off to grab some of the crates off the counter and carry them off.”
Donovan: (Quickly follows after her after a wave to Teshteal over his shoulder, mind occupied with something else already)
Ma: “Love, what did we just discuss, hm? That your family is here to help you, that it what families do.” (Starts to walk to the door, looking at the young woman over her shoulder) “I’ll go find your father, your wellbeing never should be a bother to him.”
Teshteal: *blinks before looking down at the tiny ferret resting her head just outside of her bindle* She'll be okay, right...?
Nick: I take it from that look, you do- at least a little. *Nods his head at the bottle* Looks like you still have some broth left...
Gardio: *fitting the connectors together then test fitting them to the tub and water line as Ma comes up to get him*
Lucille: *frowns at her feet. No one bothered to simply reach out and help her when she was over encumbered or injured in the past two years. Sure there was the occasional offer to lighten the load, but often they had too much on their hands as it was. Unless her companions were fighting something on her behalf, there was hardly any assistance if she was injured... The only exception was when she lost a limb and an eye. Or her wife gave her a stimpak for her troubles*
Jasmine: (Nods her head at the bottle and continues to drink while staring at Nick with interest)
Gertie: (Licks her nose some more and yawns, blinking up at the gremlin like the baby she is)
Donovan: (Sees Ma leave the bathroom just before he goes back outside) “Detective Chapel is helping with your bathtub.”
Ma: “Oh really? How sweet of him.” (Smiles and quickly heads up the stairs to find Gardio. She lightly knocks on her own door so she doesn’t startle him entering) “Detective Chapel?” (Steps into her room and walks over to her bathroom)
Nick: *looks lost in thought about something again. He wonders if she even remembers her outburst at Lucille. Now probably wouldn't be a good time to bring it up*
Gardio: *has the tub pulled out at an angle so he can reach the pipes. Currently he's fastening then to the wall, glue and caulk already applied* Yes, ma'am? *He fastens the last section of pipe to the wall*
Lucille: *thinks about trying to stand but then she remembers the struggle of getting up in the tub. She grunts in annoyance. She already feels like a terrible person but now she's just pathetic...*
Teshteal: *licks his own nose in response and giggles* Yeah. She'll be fine. *Pokes the bridge of Girtie's little nose playfully*
Jasmine: (Still wants to hear her Dads voice so she lightly taps on his shoulder for his attention)
Gertie: (Cutely nibbles on Teshteals finger)
Ma: (Leans against the doorway of her bathroom) “Your daughter needs some help getting back upstairs, she’s done bathing and is waiting in the bathroom.”
Nick: Hm? Sorry, I was thinking of Lucille... What is it, Rosie?
Teshteal: *laughs* Hey, that tickles! *Attempts to remove his finger* You're such a wittle baby! Yes you are! *Pets the top of her little head*
Gardio: Oh? *Finishes securing the pipe, then pivots the tub back in place so he can attach it properly when he gets back* I'll be right down. *Rubs the sweat from his brow before wiping his hands on a work towel he snagged from the utility room. He approaches Ma just before leaving* Thank you for letting me know. And thank you for taking care of her...
Jasmine: (Face crinkles with disdain when she hears Lucille’s name, securing her fathers coat more over herself) (Signing) “Talk to me, please.”
Gertie: (Gives Teshteal a bunch of little licks with her itty-bitty tongue)
Ma: (Steps out of the way so he may pass) “You’re more than welcome…” (Sighs sadly) “May I add- you should have a talk with your daughter about her current life arrangements centering around her settlements. The poor dear sounds like she’s shouldering a lot more than one should on her own, and I do not think it’s helping her mental state.”
Nick: About Lucille? Are you sure? *Raises an eyebrow* I don't think now is a good time for it.
Gardio: *concerned frown but gives an understanding nod* I'll see what I can do... *As he walks past her, he pauses to look at her once more* Perhaps she can discuss trade with some of your allies in the future. *He continues to walk out of the room*
Lucille: *tracing one of the scars on her arm, idly*
Jasmine: (Shakes her head at that, scowling through the bottle) (Signing) “About ANYTHING else.”
Ma: (Nods her head after the glowing ghoul, watching him leave for a moment before she decides to go downstairs herself and prep the bathroom for Rosie to use)
Nick: *sighs* Fine, fine... What about that thing you were trying to reach out to? Looked like a bit of haze on my sensors. Thought it was some sort of glitch but Detective Chapel sensed it, too. Even poor Dogmeat was confused.
Gardio: *knocks on the door* Lucille? Sweetie? Can I come in?
Lucille: *looks up* Yeah, Dad.
Gardio: *walks in* How are you feeling?
Lucille: ... *Looks flatly up at him* Like I'm causing nothing but trouble.
Gardio: You aren't. Trust me.
Lucille: *eyes the rag looped through his belt* You were busy with something.
Gardio: *crouches next to the chair, facing her side* It can wait for a moment. I can finish it when I'm done taking care of you. *Puts one arm under her legs and the other behind her back, scooping her up*
Lucille: *sighs* I'm an adult.
Gardio: And adults still help each other. Parents still help their adult kids all the time. At least, even in this world, they should.
Lucille: *frowns at herself. She wonders how Shaun... Or rather, the synth child based on him... Is doing*
Gardio: *carrying her up the stairs* Besides, we need to talk about your settlements.
Lucille: *a chill runs down her spine at the thought of trying to untangle herself from them*
Teshteal: *takes to just sitting on the couch again, waiting for his girlfriend to return, letting the baby ferret nap in her bindle against his chest*
Jasmine: (Hums softly, getting a dazed look in her eyes while she thinks of the misty haze of warmth that kissed her) (Softly) “Mamá….”
Ma: (Goes over to the med room to get some fresh bandages ready for Rosie, then goes into the empty bathroom to clear it out)
Nick: Your mama...? *muttering to himself in confusion* Has she been watching this entire time? If so, why hasn't she stepped in sooner?
Lucille: You shouldn't concern yourself with tha-
Gardio: I will if it means you can have time to actually live. When's the last time you had a vacation?
Lucille: *grumbles* People don't get vacations in the wasteland. That's not a luxury-
Gardio: Bullshit.
Lucille: *taken aback. looking up at her father and tilting her head in shock* I'm sorry...?
Gardio: Bullshit- I've lived for over 200 years. People do take breaks, even if it means having someone on guard to keep the rest of the group safe.
Jasmine: (Blinks at her dad, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes, pulling away from the bottle) “Cause…. I told her to go away. I made her go away…..”
Ma: (Sighs to herself when she remembers yet again that she must clean up the top of the lighthouse to get rid of all the blood and glass. She’ll have to set time aside for that later)
Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Eight
Masterlist
Teshteal: *hides behind Gardio suddenly, sniffing the air to see if this person's friend or foe*
Gardio: *not sure why he's hiding suddenly since he knows the smaller man can easily kill a horde of super mutants*
Joyce: (Immediately notices and turns to face Teshteal, worry on her face) “Teshteal….?”
Donovan: (To the crew member) “Safe trip?” (Extends his hand for a handshake)
Crew Member: (Grips Donny’s arm with hers, flashing a friendly smile) “The waters got a little rough, but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle.” (Gestures behind her at the rest of the crew members who are starting to unload) “We’ve got everything on the list- along with some gifts from friends.”
Donovan: (Begins walking closer to the boat) “Is that so?”
Teshteal: *eyeing up and down the crew member. So far he smells the sea and the typical smell of gun powder that many a caravan person has. Hisses* Gifts? *listening and sniffing for anything that could be a bomb or a trojan crate*
Gardio: *notices Joyce's concerned look and extends a reassuring hand* He's likely on guard because it's a new person... *To crew member after adjusting his hat* Mind if I and my associate inspect the crates?
Lucille: *quietly blinks into the water as the lullaby ends, not sure how to handle her now relaxed and still state*
Ma: (Softly, like a mother speaking to her downhearted child) “Something on your mind, love?”
Lucille: Just not used to being this relaxed. *shrugs*
Ma: (Grabs some conditioner and a comb) “Is that so? You’re on the road a lot I take it?”
Joyce: (Inches closer to Teshteal, holding out her hand to him) “It’s okay- they are good friends of ours….” (Glances back at the boat) “Really good friends….”
Crew Member: (So confused about the glowing ghoul and the strange hissy gremlin behind him) “Uh…..” (Turns to Donny with wide eyes)
Donovan: (Shrugs his shoulders) “I mean…. It ain’t like they're hiding anything.” (Gestures at the crew members who are beginning to unload the boat onto the dock) “We’ve known these guys all their lives- their parents and even grandparents too.”
Boat Captain: (Waves to Donny from the top of the deck)
Donovan: (Smiles and waves back) “Yo Trenton! Ya didn’t happen to pack a bomb on the boat, hm?”
Trenton: (Shakes his head) “And hurt dear old Mama Evie? You think I’m trying to get my head to be served on a platter?”
Goats: (Bleat from inside the boat as if confirming the captains words)
Lucille: *nods* Very. I have settlements to maintain- *tenses up, remembering all the work she has to do on quite a few settlements* I need to get back to work soon-
Ma: (Frowns slightly hearing that) “Honey, remember what I said about slowing down to give yourself time?”
Teshteal: *slowly eases out from behind the large glowing one detective with extreme caution*
Gardio: *to the crew* If you say so. *still watching warily like the gargoyle he is*
Joyce: (Reaches to take her boyfriends hand, looking between both him and Gardio) “….Is something wrong?”
Crew Member: (Still looking at Donny nervously as she rushes to follow him) “Protective much?” (Gestures at the two newcomers who seems extra wary and cautious) “Are they…..?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head as he takes a crate from a crew member that hands it to him) “Nah, but you guys didn’t hire anyone new- right?”
Crew Member: (Also shakes her head) “Nope. Some old sea dogs as it’s always been.”
Donovan: “Good.” (Motions with his chin to a spot on the ground) “Just leave the crates and boxes there- and I’ll bring ‘em inside. You know how Ma likes everything organized.”
Crew Member: “You’re sure Donny…? We can help with the sorting?”
Donovan: (Remembering Jasmine and how jumpy she is) “Nawh- I’ve got it. Besides, don’t you guys have other places to be?”
Teshteal: New people. I need to be careful that they aren't vault operatives or that I don't hurt innocent people.
Gardio: *to Teshteal* They seem like decent people-
Teshteal: *shakes his head* Not just that, I sense... something off out here. Hard to place right now. *tail twitches anxiously*
Lucille: *quietly* This isn't enough time...?
Ma: (Smiles sadly down at her, gently squeezing her hand that she never let go of) “No my dear- three days is not enough for what you went through and neither is one soothing bath.”
Lucille: That's what worked in the past. I don't see why it doesn't work now. *shrugs*
Joyce: (Looks around at the people helping with unloading the cargo) “But what’s wrong about this?”
Trenton: (Comes out with a small bundle- too small to be a baby but it’s some sort of little creature) “Joyce? Sweetheart- look who’s here.”
Joyce: (Eyes widen as she begins to approach the boat captain instead, carefully taking the bundle from him)
Donovan: (Stopped helping with unloading the crates just to watch, smiling at his little sister)
Joyce: (Squeals with excitement as she beams down at the little bundle) “Ohhhhhhh!!!! She’s adorable!!!”
Teshteal: *ears perk up and and curiosity gets the best of him so he carefully approaches Joyce to see what... or rather who she's holding. He completely forgot her question already*
Joyce: (Beams up at her boyfriend, leaning towards him to show her little bundle of joy)
The Bundle: (Contains the tiny wiggly form of a baby panda ferret who’s no older than eight weeks old)
Joyce: (Squeals as she coos down at the little noodle, scratching under its chin) “Isn’t she just the cutest!?!?”
Trenton: (Smiles at Joyce and backs off to talk with Donovan, his face getting slightly more serious)
Ma: (Tenderly as she pets Lucille’s hair) “Oh honey- that ain’t a good way to function. It is like I said before- you’re human and it’s not fair to treat yourself as less. You need rest, for both your mental and physical health.”
Lucille: That's lovely and all but I have people who depend on me. They need supplies- Defenses! I can't just lay around for a week when they're waiting on materials that could very well save their lives!
Ma: (Raises a brow at this) “Huh, If I didn’t know any better I would say you sound like you’re raising a bunch of orphaned children. Are that weak and helpless? Isn’t there someone else who can give them a hand? You’re just one person, sweetheart. You can’t do it all.” (Fearful that Lucille will crumble again under more pressure)
Teshteal: *eyes go big- as large as saucers- at the teeny little panda noodle. He resists the urge to pick her up and lifts her up above his head in awe* A little baby panoodle...! *cupping both sides of his face, trying to contain his joy. He forgets about his apprehension completely thanks to the precious little ferret*
Joyce: “Panoodle!!!!!” (Looks like she’s attempting to contain her joy just as much as Teshteal, giving a bunch of little kisses down to her new baby)
Pirate: (Running and jumping around to greet everyone as if they were old friends, tail wagging like crazy)
Trenton: (Beckons Donovan to follow him while Joyce is distracted, picking up a crate of food that is meant to go inside)
Donovan: (Gives one quick look to his little sister as he also picks up a crate to carry inside, following the captain) “What’s up?”
Trenton: “I’ve got something for ya….”
Lucille: *purses her lips in thought and goes silent in thought for a moment. Quietly* Who's going to build the defenses...? The walls...? No one else does it but me... *head spins as she begins to spiral from how much the Commonwealth depends on solely her*
Ma: (Squeezes Lucille’s hand again as even more worry floods her face) “My sweet…..” (Gently cups Lucille’s cheek with her other hand to try and get her attention before she loses the young woman) “Lucille, look at me please.”
Lucille: ... *looks up ever so slightly, her mismatched eyes trying to focus on Ma despite her spiraling thoughts on all the responsibility thrown on her*
Ma: (Gently strokes Lucille’s cheek with her thumb, her face soft and comforting) “Are you with me, sweetie?”
Teshteal: *cooing at the tiny panda noodle. Doesn't believe he's seen anything so cute in his life*
Joyce: (Moves to huddle in closer to her boyfriend again so he can get a better look at the little wiggly gal) “She’s so little!!!” (Slightly holds the bundle out so Teshteal can hold the baby if he wants)
Donovan: “Good or bad?”
Trenton: “Wish I could say good news- but sadly it ain’t…..”
Donovan: (Feels a weight of dread and exhaustion build up in his chest at that) “Oh…..”
Teshteal: *takes the baby panoodle into his arms and gently nuzzles her soft fur with his nose* So soft and sweet! *stops for a moment, admiring the adorable ball of fluff* What are you going to name her?
Joyce: (Proudly) “Gertie!!! She’s from the same mother as Gilbert!!!”
Gertie: (Gives a very tiny lick on the gremlins nose, her little paws poking out of the swaddle she’s in)
Donovan: (Sets the crate down on the kitchen counter, walking over to check on the slowly simmering pot of broth)
Trenton: (Looks like he’s dreading to bare whatever news he has to the ghoul)
Jasmine: (Whimpers ever so slightly in her sleep, also feeling a heavy load start to weigh down on her shoulders and ropes snag at her ankles- trying to pull her down in her dreams once more….. But she can also feel something else…. Something she can’t quit put her finger on…. But it’s present)
Teshteal: *giggles at the tiny ferret kiss* Awe! He's got a little sister now! *gently holds one of her tiny paws in his fingers* Wook at her wittle hands!
Joyce: (Practically shining brighter than the sun itself) “She’s so stinking cute that imma die!!!”
Gertie: (Looking between the two squealers curiously, so confused on what’s going on)
Crew Members: (Keep unloading all the goods and eventually they stroll on out with a half dozen or so sheep and goats with their young, the creatures bleating as the clamor along)
Jasmine: (Attempts to free herself from the chains that are tying and pulling her down as she feels the crushing weight of the world on bare down on her shoulders- partly recognizing that she’s dreaming and her troubles are manifesting themselves into it. She struggles for a bit, tears forming on her waterline and she’s about to scream with frustration but then she feels like what seems to be a gentle kiss on her head from behind and she freezes- hearing a low hum in the distance of her dreamworld)
Teshteal: *blinks for a moment, tail twitching upward when he realizes something. Whispers* I think we might be scaring her with all our cooing. *to the baby ferret as quietly as he possibly can* Sorry.
Joyce: (Hums lowly as her emerald eyes widen) “Ooops…..” (Reaches out to gently stroke her new baby’s face again) “Sorry Gertie….”
Gertie: (Also licks Joyce’s fingers with her tiny tongue when she can)
Lucille: Trying to be... *thoughts race on what settlement still needs what resource and how many turrets she needs to assign to another and so on...* Hard to stop when it's all you've been able to think about for the last year and a half....
Ma: (Softly) “And you do it all completely on your own? For over a year and a half now?”
Lucille: *nods grimly* No one helps...
Ma: (Heart just about snaps all over again and she has half a mind to go down to these settlements and give them an earful because poor Lucille seems to have enough trouble as it is) “It really is no wonder that you’re so overworked. But I’m sure we can work something out that doesn’t involve you trudging all around to try and fix everyone’s problems.”
Jasmine: (Her hands that were once firmly clasping Nicks shirt start to move a bit to grope behind him despise nothing being there) “Mhmmm……”
Dogmeat: (Sniffs the girl when she does this, whining softly)
Jasmine: (Eyes sparkle in her dream world as the humming gets closer and it’s unmistakeable of what it is to her) “Mamá…..” (And just like that- the weight starts to get lifted off her shoulders and her ties start to become undone)
Nick: *to dogmeat calmly* I see it, boy. Problem is- I don't want to wake her. *senses the presence himself, though for him it's more like an unknown source of heat or warmth other than the sun*
Gardio: *observing from the distance. From the sound of things, the goods involve livestock and he doesn't want to risk contaminating them with his radiation*
Teshteal: *gentle smile, or as gentle as it can be with his sharp teeth at Gertie*
Lucille: Good luck getting people to listen... If it's not farming or guard duty or some other slightly menial task, then it's all on me to keep up these places.
Ma: (Huffs slightly when she hears that) “Well that sounds to me plain unfair on your side. They cannot really expect one woman to help now can they?”
Gertie: (Licks her nose as she gazes up between Joyce and Teshteal, seemingly unbothered by Teshteal appearance since he’s friendly)
Joyce: (Nose scrunches slightly) “I think Gilbert isn’t going to be too happy- he’s spoiled that way.”
Jasmine: (Shakes off her remaining shackles in her dream and looks around with wide kitten eyes) “Mamá!!!!” (She listens for the humming, but it sounds like it’s coming from all directions so she picks one and starts running) “Mami!!!!!” (She feels another soft breath and kiss on the back of her neck this time as she runs- fueling her determination. She misses her mother so damn much….)
Dogmeat: (Noses his way on in closer to the teen as she continues to try and grab something behind Nick while kicking her feet)
Nick: Oh- Hold on, doll... *wraps his arms around her to keep her from knocking the both of them off of the lounge chair and starts rubbing her back to soothe her excitement*
Teshteal: *quiet huff* What is Gilbert to do? She'll have to live in the same house. *emphatically raises his hands, as if performing a fool in a play shrugging off a joke or a jab*
Joyce: (Giggles at Teshteal, squeezing Gertie’s bundle slightly) “You’re right. He’ll have to grow to love his little sister. Besides- I’m sure she smells like their mother.” (Sniffs the little noodle to confirm her thoughts- Gertie smelling exactly like baby Gilbert when she first got him)
Lucille: *shrugs in defeat* Apparently, they can... Doesn't matter. I like building-
Ma: (Shakes her head in disapproval at these people as she mutters something under her breath, tapping the bottom of Lucille’s chin) “I’m sure you do honey- but too much strain on one person will cause them to crumble. So no- they can’t be asking you to do everything for them. You have your own life to manage too.”
Jasmine: (Somewhat feels Nicks gentle rubs in her sleep, but she cannot really contain herself as she feels the softest of touches caress the side of her face and she runs even faster towards a bright beacon of light in the distance. Behind her she can almost hear and feels her troubles calling out to her, but the light is driving it all away for her) “Mamá!!!”
Nick: *confused- she's usually only this active in her sleep when she's having a nightmare and yet, she doesn't seem distressed*
Teshteal: *sniffs* She does smell kind of similar to the little guy...
Gardio: *still still as a statue. One would assume he is one*
Joyce: (Takes in a deep inhale of Gertie, rocking back and forth happily) “Baby ferret smell!!!”
Lucille: *mutters quietly* What life... I had a life before the war and now what? I blew up the institute- but that's all I'll ever be known for.... *splashes the water in a fit of frustration* The one who obliterated the boogeyman of the commonwealth while graciously giving homes to those who need them.
Ma: “Correct me if I am wrong- but I believe that ‘your life’ consists of the same people who helped talk you out of ending it so soon and have taken care of you.” (Tenderly rakes her fingers through Lucille’s purple hair) “They make up your life and you make up theirs in turn. That is what family is. You take care of one another and watch each others hearts and wellbeing.”
Lucille: *eyes sting with tears. She tries to hide it by averting her gaze. She doesn't know if she has the strength to return the favor to the people who do care... And now she wonders if she's failed each and every one of them, now*
Jasmine: (Hums along with the song the voice of her mother is singing- recognizing it immediately as one of the many lullabies she’d sing. It twists her heartstrings a bit, but she cannot help the smile on her face) “Mami….” (She stops running but doesn’t stop squirming to escape in real life, closing her eyes to bask in the warmth she’s feeling throughout her body)
Nick: *still holding his squirming daughter as still as he can. He keeps petting her back to comfort her*
Ma: (Smiles kindly down at the young woman) “You know- people often ask me why I do what I do. Why I devote everything I am to being a caretaker and mother when I seemingly get little in return for walking sometime walking into a blaze that could leave me with less than what I had before. What they don’t understand is that I do get something in return each and every time. I get the irreplaceable joy of seeing my babies and loved ones flourish and glow over time even in the tiniest ways. That will fill me up more than gold and glory ever wil even if it’s in the tiniest of ways like a simple glitter in their eyes in the morning at breakfast or the peaceful look on their face as they sleep in comfort.” (Gently taps the bottom of Lucille’s chin once more before she moves her hand up to tuck her short hair behind her ears even if there isn’t much to do so) “That’s what any good parent wants from their kid. I can say that your father is no different. And if I end up with taking a hard loss or a couple of hits, well then so be it. Love is the sacrifices we make for each other anyways. And if you’re wondering what you’re sacrificing here for this love- it’s that little piece of you that you keep trying to hide away from everyone. That little piece of you that’s human, tired and just wants peace and rest. Yes, that piece of you that you think is unwanted and not worth it is still precious because it’s a part of you, my love.”
Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at how loving his girlfriend is over this small creature*
Joyce: (Bounces and pats her little bundle of joy- then glances back at the house) “I wonder how we should play this out with Gilbert….”
Jasmine: (Mumbling hoarsely as she paws midair) “Mamá…. Come back…. Please….” (Kicks her feet a bit harder) “Lo siento Mami, lo mucho siento. Por favor….. Don’t leave me alone- you know I hate it….”
Translation: “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m very sorry. Please.”
Dogmeat: (Sniffles the squirming girl some more with big puppy eyes of confusion and concern because she’s making strange sounds)
The Voice: (Whispers ever so softly and comfortingly into the broken teens ear, wrapping her up in a hug of warmth and security) “Chiquilla bonita. Llegaste del cielo en un tren del amor. Tu alegre sonrisa. Me enseña en la vida, el camino mejor….”
Translation: “Pretty girly. You arrived from heaven on a train of love. You’re happy smile. It teaches me the better things in life.”
Jasmine: (Feels her heart both flood with overwhelming joy and crack into a million little pieces when she registers that- having not understood why her mother had been so adamant on singing that song to her during her prewar days…. But now it’s just becoming clear. She has to find her mother- she has to say sorry) “I’m sorry Mamá…..” (She hugs her dream self tightly and rocks back and forth on her feet, taking a couple of slow steps to follow the voice but once again it’s coming from all directions)
Nick: *whispers* What's going on in that pretty little head of yours...?
Teshteal: Hrm... Slowly? Like a cat?
Gardio: *nods*
Lucille: *lips tremble before burying her face in her hands. She wishes she COULD rest but the consequences of that feel too great*
Ma: (Softly) “Whatcha thinking about, my sweet?” (Gently allows her hand to rest on Lucille’s shoulder, looking on at the young woman with concern and understanding)
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Joyce: (Glances between Gardio and Teshteal) “I suppose so- but knowing my little stinker he’ll come running the moment he senses someone else taking up my attention then throw a tantrum.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Jasmine: (Mewls like a lost kitten looking for their mother because she essentially is, her dream self wandering aimlessly through an empty field to find a dead woman whom she swears she can feel in her heart and hear in the distance. She smiles despite being lost- because she knows that her mother is close by and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on her child) “Where are you?”
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Ma: “Oh cariño…” (Her mother instincts take ahold and she immediately drops to her knees besides the poor young woman, gently draping her arm around Lucille’s shoulder to pull her into a hug that she can easily pull out of if she desires) “Sssssh, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll figure things out all together. You can only shoulder so much on your own until you crack and crumble- but that’s what your family is here for.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Joyce: (Turns back to the lighthouse in thought, then back down at the tiny kit once more) “Well- he’s gonna have to at least tolerate her. Hopefully he quickly learns that there’s plenty of love to go around. Plus it’s not good for ferrets to be alone.”
Teshteal: *making kissy faces and baby noises at the baby ferret... his ears pick up a rustling noise in the distance of the woods but the size tells him it might be a wild animal of some kind*
Jasmine: (Suddenly perks upright from Nicks chest as if she was summoned, her hands firmly planted on his shoulders so she can steady herself as her big magical doe eyes scan the area expectingly. They gloss over both Nick and Dogmeat as if they weren’t there- obviously she’s looking for something else) “Mamá…..” (She can still feel the warmth in her heart and the prickle of a ghostly kiss on the back of her head….. But where is her mother?)
Nick: *looks where she is. His sensors pick up a faint impression of... something but it's hard to get a reading. He briefly considers heading to Acadia for calibration if not for Jasmine's behavior. Kindly, out of confusion* What about her, doll?
Lucille: *sobs into the older woman's arms*
Ma: (Locks Lucille into her strong and comforting embrace that many people had sought solace in before) “Sssshh, it’s okay. Just let it all out.”
Jasmine: (Pouts a bit when she can’t find her mother, then she tilts her head at another prickle on her cheek. She then makes grabby hands up in the air while leaning over the side of the chair, almost like she’s trying to leap out of her fathers arms)
Nick: Woah, hold on there... *pulls her back a little, unsure exactly why she's trying to leap out of the seat at nothing. Granted, it seems better than the wild thrashing from before, but it doesn't make him any less concerned about her current behavior*
Gardio: *decides that the two lovebirds should be fine so he walks back to the lighthouse to try and be of some help. He approaches the two men* If there's any cargo that isn't food or livestock to haul in or set up, I'd be willing to help.
Donovan: (Looks frazzled about something but slowly nods his head, a bottle of broth in hand) “Yeah…. Yeah, that would be nice thank you….” (He walks over to the other ghoul, holding out the bottle to him) “Give this to Detective Valentine before you go, please.”
Trenton: (Leaning against the wall, looking down in deep thought, staring Donny’s expression of worry)
Gardio: Will do. *gives an affirming nod then gives Donny a reassuring but heavy pat on the shoulder, giving him just a little radiation as a boost to help ease his frazzled nerves before he heads on up to the roof*
Donovan: (Gives a weak smile at Gardio as he leaves, then sighs heavily)
Joyce: (Goes back to squealing happily over the little one) “Oooooh, she’s too perfect!!! I can’t get enough of her sweet little face!!!”
Gertie: (Gazes up at Teshteal and Joyce, licking her nose some more)
Teshteal: *licks his own nose with his long tongue to mimic Gertie*
Gertie: (Seems fascinated by the two people in front of her, especially by the strange gremlin man mimicking her by licking his own nose)
Joyce: (Giggles some more, this time at her boyfriend) “Ack, you’re cute as well!!!”
Jasmine: (Whines when she’s kept from leaping into the air but she doesn’t seem too upset, just tries to do it again while still making grabby hands at nothing)
Nick: *sighs, knowing if he tries to snap her out of it, she'll just grow more distressed* I can't just let you go- you might hurt yourself... Maybe your mama will come closer to hold you.
Gardio: *walks up the stairs to the roof and raises an eyebrow in confusion at the girl making grabby hands in the air. It's a stark contrast to the screaming and thrashing from before. He very carefully approaches and speaks calmly so he doesn't spook her* I have broth for her.
Teshteal: *turns to her and licks his nose like he's some sort of big cat then makes a tiny chirping noise with his mouth- being the silliest of sillies to make his angel laugh*
Joyce: (Shrieks with laughter at her goofball of a boyfriend, putting a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her laughter that can be heard across the ocean)
Teshteal: *grins at how much that simple noise made her happy* I could gobble her and Gilbert up like a couple of extra big noodles! *Playfully licks his lips*
Jasmine: (Looks over at Gardio when she hears his voice and blinks slowly, then turns to her father, then back to the space up in the area she was looking at) “Mamá….” (She wiggles in her dads arms, patting on his shoulder to try and make her let go, then makes her grabby hands to be picked up by whatever she’s looking at)
Dogmeat: (Whines with confusion, trying to lick the girl)
Gardio: *finally next to the chair. He sets the bottle down next to Nick* Here... Do you think she'll drink it in this state?
Nick: I haven't a clue... *to Jasmine* Hey, kitten. Do you think your Mama would be happy if you drank this broth? *picks up the bottle and holds it up* I think she would. *gently smiling at her*
Jasmine: “Mamá….” (Takes her eyes off the air with a wistful and somber, deep longing look in her eyes, letting her hands rest back on her Dads shoulders as she turns to look at him. She tilts her head to one side, then seems to register that it’s him and she breaks out into a warm smile)
Nick: *smiles just as warmly back, relieved to se that she's isn't suffering for once* It's good to see that smile. Would you like some broth? *Offers it to her once more to see if she'll take it or not*
Gardio: *amazed that the girl looks so at peace. He glances over at the spector she was making grabby hands at a second ago*
Nick: *thinks to himself* So he can see it, too? Well that means it's not a simple calibration issue...
Jasmine: (Softly) “Daddy….” (Gently presses her forehead to his while putting a hand on his cheek, sighing softly, not acknowledging what he’s offering her)
The Object: (Appears to be a misty ball of white light up in the sky, now fading out so it’s almost completely transparent)
Nick: *sighs and sets the bottle down* I suppose not... *Reaches up with his bad hand and strokes her cheek, then attempts to brush a stray hair from her face* Hey, kiddo.
Gardio: *watching as it disappears, wondering what or who that could have been... Whatever it was seemed to have a calming effect on the girl. Quietly he turns to and starts for the stairs* I'm going to help Donny. I promised him that I'd help.
Jasmine: (Hums happily in greeting, sighing as she slinks down to rest her head against Nicks chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his inner workings while the sun shines over them. She’s still tired, like her body is light years away from being fully recharged)
Joyce: “Oooohhh- I so hope they get along well!!! I would love to have a ferret snuggle session!!!”
Teshteal: *looks up and notices Gardio's left* We should... Probably go back. Dio left- *slight panic enters his voice* Why did he leave-?
Joyce: (Looks around) “Hm, I don’t know. Maybe he went to help Donny with the stuff.”
Teshteal: Yeah... *Shaking a little. He can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end again* I don't feel safe out here, though... Let's head back. *Turns to the lighthouse*
Joyce: (Seems concerned but she follows along) “Errrrrm…. Okay then. But can I ask, why don’t you feel safe?”
Teshteal: *glances at the ship* I don't know those people. I don't know if they're from that hellish place. *Already walking along*
Joyce: (Walks alongside him, confused) “What place? These our Ma and Donny’s friends, they’ve known them for a long time.”
Donovan: (Already putting away some of the stuff he brought in, raising his head when Gardio pokes his head in) “Handed it off?”
Gardio: As good as done. She still seemed sleepy though... *Fully steps into the kitchen* What do you need help with bringing in?
Donovan: (Rubs his forehead for a moment, then starts walking to the door past Gardio) “The stuff with the storage labels go into the basement, the kitchen labels go the kitchen, and the rest into the living room. Mama will sort them out later.”
Jasmine: (Her eyes click up to her father as she rests, lifting a hand to gently touch the side of his neck where there’s a large gash, humming a bit sadly and with concern)
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Nick: *tenderly takes her hand in his right* Don't worry. My sealants still seem to be intact... *Mutters, thinking about all the times Lucille led them into a flooded building* So far...
Teshteal: The place that turned me into this. The place that made my life hell the moment I stepped in it- *the slits of his eyes narrow with dread as the sound of commands, shouts, and manipulative sweet urgings grow louder and louder*
Gardio: Got it... And none of these would be damaged or tainted easily with radiation?
Jasmine: (Still eyes up her Dad with concern, blinking slowly at the patches and worn down skin on his neck and face)
Joyce: (Timidly, taking and squeezing Gertie’s bundle to her chest) “Teshteal? You okay…?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “Nawh, the crates and containers they are in are sealed tight. Should be all good.”
Nick: *sees where she's eyeing and waves it away, as if shooing a fly* Eh, cosmetic... Don't worry yourself with it. *Wry laugh* I'll get it replaced, one day. Haven't seen a need to, yet... *Readjusts his hold on her so she's more comfortable* How about you focus on getting some sleep and I'll think about that, hm?
Gardio: *starts moving the the crates to their new and proper homes as Donny instructed. Taking great care not to drop any of their precious belongings*
Teshteal: No. I'll never be okay... *Spiralling* Why would I deserve that? I've always been a terrible excuse for a person. I couldn't even do simple tasks without messing up! How have I survived this long? Are the people on the boat spies? Soldiers operating on a code word? Is everyone in danger? Are they after me-?
Jasmine: (Is now also focused on his bad hand that she siezes and brings up to her face, playing with his fingers curiously)
Donovan: (Goes outside to bring in more crates, walking a bit slowly)
Joyce: (Gets even more worried and stops walking) “Teshteal? No- you'll be okay, you’re not a terrible person…”
Nick: *softly hums* Try not to pinch yourself on the joints... *Keeping his hand slack so she can play as she likes*
Gardio: *soon as most of the items neatly stacked where they need to be. He starts getting in a rhythm with Donny, taking them from the younger man's hands and eventually noticing his slow pace* Are you alright? You seem sluggish with a few of these packages.
Teshteal: *crouches in the middle of the path, his tail swishing wildly* Th-then why do I keep getting these thoughts to kill or hurt everyone around me? Why do I want to act on them?! Do I actually love you? *He grips and tugs at his hair* Or is that just a means to a horrific end?! Why do they still control me-?!
Jasmine: (Toys with his fingers, tilting her head curiously while humming a note in question, wondering what happened to the skin on his hand)
Donovan: “Hm? Oh, I’m alright…. Just thinking about things….” (Gives Gardio another forced smile and nod) “I’ve gotta help Ma set up the large clawfoot tub they brought for her in her master bathroom, I want her to be able to have that spa bath she talked about.”
Joyce: (Swallows hard, her voice shaking. She wants to be able to spit out something wise for her boyfriend to ponder, but she can’t find the right words. So she goes back to what she only knows) “Teshteal? Can you take some deep breaths? You’re safe here….” (Wonders if she should run and go find Gardio or Nick)
Teshteal: *he tries to take a deep breath, but somehow chokes on it and swears between coughs. Despite this, he keeps trying to breathe deeply, eventually succeeding*
Gardio: Would you like some help with that? I can install the tub, too. It wouldn't be a problem at all for me in fact. *flashes a confident but also helpful smile* It's the least I could do to repay you all for housing us.
Nick: *sensing the question hinted at by that solitary hum* Lost that doing repairs on Diamond City. Or at least that's what I would say if it weren't from another model. Seems we generation 2 synths can't keep the skin on our bones.
Joyce: (Breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that it’s working, lightly petting his messy hair) “You’re okay…. We’re safe here…. We can go inside and get you a cup of some nice cold water.”
Donovan: (Looks at Gardio with partial astonishment) “Really? You can do that?”
Jasmine: (Nods her head slowly to show that she understands, then lightly runs her fingers near the gash on his neck, her eyes flickering to him expectingly)
Teshteal: *flinches a little, not expecting the comforting gesture. He leans into it, much like a cat headbutting their owner's hand. Softly* Okay... I'm sorry...
Gardio: Of course! Wouldn't be the first time I've hauled a tub up a set of stairs. I did that in my old settlement a few of times for folks. *Gestures vaguely with a tilt of his head as he hauls another crate to the kitchen* Just point me to the tub, where you want it, the plumbing supplies, and the water supply and a I'll have it done by the end of the day!
Nick: That's a combination of a lot of hard detective work, living in the ruins, and, you'd guess it, fixing up Diamond City... *Pets her head with his good hand*
Joyce: “It’s alright, here….” (Holds out her hand to him with a gentle and understanding smile) “Let’s go inside.”
Donovan: (Rubs the back of his head) “The tub is probably still on the dock and you can ask someone to help you wheel it in. The tub goes into the bathroom in Ma’s room and I’ll let her know so that you don’t give her a fright. The rest of the stuff should be in a little utility room in the basement.”
Jasmine: (Looks up at her Dad with her sparkling amber eyes that catch the sunlight and reflect beautifully, smiling at him, still toying with his bad hand)
Teshteal: *slowly takes her hand and lets her head him to the house*
Gardio: Understood. *Flashes a confident smile as he makes his way to the door. As he passes by the pair, his look shifts to concern. He doesn't stop walking, keeping mind of his deadline*
Nick: *taken back by the honey colored eyes before fondly smiling at her. Again, he's just happy to see that she's in such good spirits for once.*
Joyce: (Shifts the little bundle in her arms, gently squeezing her boyfriends hand, leading him back to the house)
Donovan: (Waves him off and just kinda stands there in the living room for a moment, taking a deep breath)
Jasmine: (Cutely scrunches her nose, whatever that light was surely brightened her soul back up, it’s even reflected in her eyes that aren’t resembling a haunted doll at the moment)
Nick: *wonders if this is the most she's been this calm and hopeful since they first met, not counting the trip through her memories*
Gardio: *reaches the dock and eyes the huge crate containing the tub. He approaches the crew working the boat with a wave* Mind if I get some help hauling this to the lighthouse? *He thinks he hears the brush rustle behind him, but shrugs it off as a gust of wind blows through the nearby treetops*
Teshteal: *face goes red, looking at their joined hands, both flustered and embarrassed simultaneously. Flustered because of the contact. Embarrassed for his breakdown just moments before*
Joyce: (Leads him inside to the kitchen, opening the fridge to browse what’s inside, deciding to take out a small pitcher of what appears to be lemonade) “Want some of this too? Or just water?”
Crewman: “Yup. It’s too bad we don’t have our forklift.” (Motions for everyone nearby to gather around the crate that’s on wheels so they can push and pull it with rope)
Jasmine: (Softly, and hoarsely because of her screaming and crying earlier) “You okay?”
Nick: I'm more than okay- you seem to be doing better and that's done me a world of good in itself!
Gardio: That is a shame. *Clucks as he walks along the tub* I'll push. *Gets behind the crate and braces himself against it, squatting so his legs do all the work* When you're all ready.
Teshteal: *sniffs the pitcher. It's definitely lemonade adjacent* I'll take it.
Lucille: *heaves a deep, relieved breath, the pressure worked out of her system* Thank you, Mama Evie...
Jasmine: (Searches her fathers eyes for a moment before nodding, glancing down at herself, then their surroundings, trying to catch up on what the hell is even going on)
Crewman: “Alright then. One…. Two…. Three!!!” (With that they all start pull on the crate to haul it up to the lighthouse with Gardios help)
Joyce: (Takes out two glasses and pours herself and Teshteal some lemonade, handing him his glass with her still warm smile) “Here you go!”
Ma: (Tenderly, stroking Lucille’s head) “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Nick: If you're wondering why you're up here, you crawled onto the roof from the window.
Teshteal: *accepts the glass, his hand trembles but he feigns a smile as he sips the tangy drink*
Gardio: *with his strength they make short work of it. Before they know it, they're at the doorstep* Good work! Thank you for the help! *Considers talking to Donny to see if there's anything they can do to pay them back extra for their service*
Lucille: ...I think I'm ready to get out of the bath, now...
Jasmine: (Looks like she’s about to ask more questions but then she hears voices coming from the bottom of the house and she gets spooked since she’s underdress, snagging her dads coat that Ma had brought up earlier to throw over her, curling up to her dad for safety)
Joyce: (Takes and squeezes his hand in hers, beaming at him as she drinks her lemonade)
Crewman: “No problem. Anything for the good mother.” (Starts to walk back the house with the others to finish the rest of the stuff)
Donovan: (Comes up from the basement where he was putting away more stuff)
Ma: (Nods and rises from the chair to grab a large towel for Lucille, offering her arm for support) “Okay honey, just move slowly for me and don’t put pressure on your ankle.”
Nick: *laughs a little and rubs her shoulder* Don't worry, doll. I got ya... I think I'm the only person in earshot if you're wandering what's going on.
Gardio: *goes down to the basement, quickly locating the utility room and fetching a crowbar to free the tub from its wooden prison. It isn't long before he's on the front step again and doing just that*
Teshteal: *blushes again, his ears pricking up a little... Quietly* I get so flustered around you... *Takes an awkward small sip of his drink*
Lucille: *wry laugh at that* I've walked on worse- *Attempts to rise but nearly falls over from the shooting pain in her ankle. She supports herself with the side of the tub*
Jasmine: (Shivers with fright and because she’s actually cold for once, huddling up to the warm safety that is dad. She peeps just her head out so she can look up at Nick and breath better, tightly clinging to him)
Donovan: (Had walked into the kitchen and raises a brow at the two) “Having a drink?”
Joyce: (Giggles and nods, balancing Gertie’s bundle in the crook of her arm) “Yup- drinking some of the lemonade I helped Mama make.”
Ma: (Firmly) “But under my watch you won’t. Come here.” (Puts her arm under Lucille’s so she can guide her out of the tub and onto the chair)
Nick: Cold? I think this broth here is still warm enough to do some good if you'll take it... *Jerks his head at the bottle as he rubs the small of her back*
Teshteal: *turns an even darker shade of red as he keeps the drink to his mouth, hoping it can hide his face. He doesn't even remember if Donny knows about their relationship*
Gardio: *props open the door then takes in a few deep breaths and lifts the giant tub on his own, occasionally grunting as he carries it through the house to its final designation*
Lucille: *hangs onto the older woman for support. She mentally curses the state her body is currently in- unable to support its own weight*
Jasmine: (Blinks up at Nick, her eyes getting a light mist to them) “Tainted….?”
Donovan: (Chuckles and waves a teasing finger at Joyce and Teshteal) “No closed doors.”
Joyce: (Rolls her eyes) “I’m not twelve! Plus- Gilbert wouldn’t allow anything anyways.”
Ma: (In one fast and fluid motion she wraps Lucille in the blanket and plucks her out of the water, seating her in the chair) “There we go, now ya can dry off and get dressed.”
Nick: What? Tainted...? *A horrific realization of what she means dawns on him, but instead he firmly shakes his head* I doubt Donny would do that to you... But it if makes you feel better, I'll test it for you *Reaches for the bottle, tips it, then massages the top. A couple drops of the broth lands in his mouth. He mimes chewing to get a better sense of the flavor then tilts his head* No, not tainted. There's a bunch of salt and herbs. But other than that, it's your run of the mill beef broth. *Offers the bottle to her*
Teshteal: *panicking a little. He's definitely stronger than a ferret and there's always the risk of losing himself to the programming looming over his head. He just keeps sipping his lemonade, pretending everything's fine. He's caused enough trouble, for now.*
Lucille: *blinks with slightly wide eyes. For a moment she reexamines all the scars on her body, then she reaches up to her hair and lets out a mild gasp... It's gotten a bit longer since she's cut it, last.* Another thing I'm going to have to take care of later, I guess... *Starts to reach for her clothes*
Gardio: *managed to get it all the way up to Ma's bathroom. He heaves a sigh of relief once it's out of his arms. He wipes his hands together and presses them on his hips as he assesses the situation before getting the tools*
Jasmine: (Stares at her dad almost in astonishment now) “Donny….” (Covers her mouth and mumbles something into it that sounds foreign, then giggles as she closes her eyes) “Donny….” (Opens her eyes with a disoriented expression, banging the side of her forehead with the palm of her hand, trying to get herself to process things better. Her head hurts and so does her stomach, but it’s probably hunger at this point. She takes the bottle into her mouth and slowly starts to suck, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something)
Donovan: (Gestures at Gertie in her bundle, approaching so he can see the new little one) “Aaawww, she’s so precious.” (Reaches out to gives the baby some scritches on the top of her head)
Gertie: (Leans into it and closes her eyes, licking her nose again)
Joyce: (Excitedly, lemonade dribbling down her chin) “I know!!! She’s more adorable than I ever could’ve imagined!!!”
Ma: (Offers Lucille some lotion if she wants it) “I could give you a haircut later, honey. I have all the tools, but you did just take a shower. Unless you’re one of those who don’t feel like ants are all over them after a haircut and don’t have the need to take a rinse.”
Ma’s Room: (Pretty large since it’s the master bedroom and well decorated, a distinct scent of flowers in the air. There’s a big bed with luscious pillows and sheets positioned at the left wall with two nightstands on each side of it, but only one of them is full of stuff while the other remains bare besides a lamp. Her rocking chair is besides a collection of books, a TV, and holotapes of what seem to be playlists of songs from the labels that are either titles of full albums or specially mixed playlists, in both English and Spanish. Also a few movies and shows are mixed in there. There’s a large vanity besides the walk-in closet that’s lined with different perfumes and other ladies trinkets. She also has a sewing station set up complete with a high grade sewing machine and an adjustable dress form. The rest of the room is decorated with a rug and a few decor items and her walls are plastered with photos of different people of varying ages from infants to older folks, sometimes Ma is in posing those photos with Donny also making an appearance)
Ma’s Bathroom: (A dreamy pink bathroom with patterns of hearts on the walls. On the floor are matching bath mats and matching towels are hung up on the walls. There’s a empty spot in the little indent meant for a tub that had long been removed to make way for the new one)
Lucille: Yeah, you're right. I would get pretty itchy. *Accepts the lotion and starts to rub it on herself before putting on her clothes completely*
Nick: *glad to see she's drinking something without much fuss. He does wonder what's on her mind but he's not going to interrupt her*
Teshteal: *notices the lemonade dribbling down her chin and finally puts down the cup, dashing for a hand towel then, with a surprising delicate and gentle touch, dabs the liquid dry from her face. Sweetly* Swallow next time before you speak... Okay?
Gardio: *a little awestruck when he can finally fully view the room upon return. He feels like he just stepped into a movie... Then has to remind himself that over 200 years ago, people had lusciously decorated and populated rooms like these... He takes a moment to admire the sewing machine, the TV and holotapes, the records, and bed. It almost brings a tear to his eye. He doesn't know why- the whole house is a snapshot of life before the bombs... He sighs as he looks at all the photos with a nostalgically sad smile*
Jasmine: (Settles down against Nicks chest again, eyes still locked up on him) (Signing) “Speak, please.” (Wants to hear his voice right now since it’s so soothing)
Joyce: (Crinkles her nose at Teshteal) “Okay I’ll try, but no promises.”
Donovan: (As he gets himself a glass of water) “She does the same thing with snacks, which is why Pirate always hovers near her feet when she’s talking.”
Pirate: (Is in fact hovering near under the table)
Ma: (Strokes Lucille’s damp hair) “Would you like me to call your father to come help you, or would you like some crutches to use?”
The Photos: (Are all in uniquely decorated photo frames, each one lovingly handcrafted for each photo it holds)
Nick: Heh. Want to hear my thoughts? I could ask you the same, honestly. How's your memory from the last day or so?
Teshteal: *light chuckle. Something about that reminds him of himself*
Gardio: *fond smile despite not knowing any of them. He decides to get started on installing this tub, only heading out for a moment to turn off the water then back up to attach the pipe to the tub itself, plumbers glue, caulk and all. Part of him wonders if he should fashion a shroud for the pipe so it doesn't look garrish against the emaculate bathroom, but he finds it's well hidden with some adjustments to the plumbing and position of the tub*
Lucille: Get me some crutches. I'll figure out how to get to the attic. *Finally fully clothed... Though she does miss some of the secure feeling her armor gave her*
Jasmine: (Makes a so-so motion with her hand, shaking her head) (Signing) “Foggy.”
Donovan: (Pats Joyce’s shoulder) “I need you to help me with getting some of the smaller broken down crates back to the dock so they can take them back.”
Joyce: (Sets her glass down) “Okay!” (Holds out Gertie’s bundle to Teshteal) “Do you mind watching her for me while I help Donny?”
Ma: “Oh sweetheart, there are a lot of stairs to get back up there. I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind coming back down to help you.” (Gently cups her cheek and tilts her face up to hers) “He wouldn’t want you to fall, and neither would I.”
Nick: Do you remember where we are...?
Lucille: I'm sure I could get back up. I'm sturdier than that... Besides he's probably busy with something. I don't want to bother him-
Teshteal: *takes Gertie and holds her close to his chest* Sure! Be careful out there!
Gardio: *fiddling with the pieces of pipe he brought up to make sure he has all the right bends and connections and that they're the right size for the tub... It's not like he can just go down to the hardware store and buy more pipe.*
Jasmine: (Raises her head a bit more to slowly look around, eyes going up to the lighthouse where she had previously put a gun to her own head, the pieces hardly clicking in her head) (Quietly) “Donny….”
Joyce: “I will be, don’t worry!” (Walks off to grab some of the crates off the counter and carry them off.”
Donovan: (Quickly follows after her after a wave to Teshteal over his shoulder, mind occupied with something else already)
Ma: “Love, what did we just discuss, hm? That your family is here to help you, that it what families do.” (Starts to walk to the door, looking at the young woman over her shoulder) “I’ll go find your father, your wellbeing never should be a bother to him.”
Teshteal: *blinks before looking down at the tiny ferret resting her head just outside of her bindle* She'll be okay, right...?
Nick: I take it from that look, you do- at least a little. *Nods his head at the bottle* Looks like you still have some broth left...
Gardio: *fitting the connectors together then test fitting them to the tub and water line as Ma comes up to get him*
Lucille: *frowns at her feet. No one bothered to simply reach out and help her when she was over encumbered or injured in the past two years. Sure there was the occasional offer to lighten the load, but often they had too much on their hands as it was. Unless her companions were fighting something on her behalf, there was hardly any assistance if she was injured... The only exception was when she lost a limb and an eye. Or her wife gave her a stimpak for her troubles*
Jasmine: (Nods her head at the bottle and continues to drink while staring at Nick with interest)
Gertie: (Licks her nose some more and yawns, blinking up at the gremlin like the baby she is)
Donovan: (Sees Ma leave the bathroom just before he goes back outside) “Detective Chapel is helping with your bathtub.”
Ma: “Oh really? How sweet of him.” (Smiles and quickly heads up the stairs to find Gardio. She lightly knocks on her own door so she doesn’t startle him entering) “Detective Chapel?” (Steps into her room and walks over to her bathroom)
Nick: *looks lost in thought about something again. He wonders if she even remembers her outburst at Lucille. Now probably wouldn't be a good time to bring it up*
Gardio: *has the tub pulled out at an angle so he can reach the pipes. Currently he's fastening then to the wall, glue and caulk already applied* Yes, ma'am? *He fastens the last section of pipe to the wall*
Lucille: *thinks about trying to stand but then she remembers the struggle of getting up in the tub. She grunts in annoyance. She already feels like a terrible person but now she's just pathetic...*
Teshteal: *licks his own nose in response and giggles* Yeah. She'll be fine. *Pokes the bridge of Girtie's little nose playfully*
Jasmine: (Still wants to hear her Dads voice so she lightly taps on his shoulder for his attention)
Gertie: (Cutely nibbles on Teshteals finger)
Ma: (Leans against the doorway of her bathroom) “Your daughter needs some help getting back upstairs, she’s done bathing and is waiting in the bathroom.”
Nick: Hm? Sorry, I was thinking of Lucille... What is it, Rosie?
Teshteal: *laughs* Hey, that tickles! *Attempts to remove his finger* You're such a wittle baby! Yes you are! *Pets the top of her little head*
Gardio: Oh? *Finishes securing the pipe, then pivots the tub back in place so he can attach it properly when he gets back* I'll be right down. *Rubs the sweat from his brow before wiping his hands on a work towel he snagged from the utility room. He approaches Ma just before leaving* Thank you for letting me know. And thank you for taking care of her...
Jasmine: (Face crinkles with disdain when she hears Lucille’s name, securing her fathers coat more over herself) (Signing) “Talk to me, please.”
Gertie: (Gives Teshteal a bunch of little licks with her itty-bitty tongue)
Ma: (Steps out of the way so he may pass) “You’re more than welcome…” (Sighs sadly) “May I add- you should have a talk with your daughter about her current life arrangements centering around her settlements. The poor dear sounds like she’s shouldering a lot more than one should on her own, and I do not think it’s helping her mental state.”
Nick: About Lucille? Are you sure? *Raises an eyebrow* I don't think now is a good time for it.
Gardio: *concerned frown but gives an understanding nod* I'll see what I can do... *As he walks past her, he pauses to look at her once more* Perhaps she can discuss trade with some of your allies in the future. *He continues to walk out of the room*
Lucille: *tracing one of the scars on her arm, idly*
Jasmine: (Shakes her head at that, scowling through the bottle) (Signing) “About ANYTHING else.”
Ma: (Nods her head after the glowing ghoul, watching him leave for a moment before she decides to go downstairs herself and prep the bathroom for Rosie to use)
Nick: *sighs* Fine, fine... What about that thing you were trying to reach out to? Looked like a bit of haze on my sensors. Thought it was some sort of glitch but Detective Chapel sensed it, too. Even poor Dogmeat was confused.
Gardio: *knocks on the door* Lucille? Sweetie? Can I come in?
Lucille: *looks up* Yeah, Dad.
Gardio: *walks in* How are you feeling?
Lucille: ... *Looks flatly up at him* Like I'm causing nothing but trouble.
Gardio: You aren't. Trust me.
Lucille: *eyes the rag looped through his belt* You were busy with something.
Gardio: *crouches next to the chair, facing her side* It can wait for a moment. I can finish it when I'm done taking care of you. *Puts one arm under her legs and the other behind her back, scooping her up*
Lucille: *sighs* I'm an adult.
Gardio: And adults still help each other. Parents still help their adult kids all the time. At least, even in this world, they should.
Lucille: *frowns at herself. She wonders how Shaun... Or rather, the synth child based on him... Is doing*
Gardio: *carrying her up the stairs* Besides, we need to talk about your settlements.
Lucille: *a chill runs down her spine at the thought of trying to untangle herself from them*
Teshteal: *takes to just sitting on the couch again, waiting for his girlfriend to return, letting the baby ferret nap in her bindle against his chest*
Jasmine: (Hums softly, getting a dazed look in her eyes while she thinks of the misty haze of warmth that kissed her) (Softly) “Mamá….”
Ma: (Goes over to the med room to get some fresh bandages ready for Rosie, then goes into the empty bathroom to clear it out)
Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Eight
Masterlist
Teshteal: *hides behind Gardio suddenly, sniffing the air to see if this person's friend or foe*
Gardio: *not sure why he's hiding suddenly since he knows the smaller man can easily kill a horde of super mutants*
Joyce: (Immediately notices and turns to face Teshteal, worry on her face) “Teshteal….?”
Donovan: (To the crew member) “Safe trip?” (Extends his hand for a handshake)
Crew Member: (Grips Donny’s arm with hers, flashing a friendly smile) “The waters got a little rough, but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle.” (Gestures behind her at the rest of the crew members who are starting to unload) “We’ve got everything on the list- along with some gifts from friends.”
Donovan: (Begins walking closer to the boat) “Is that so?”
Teshteal: *eyeing up and down the crew member. So far he smells the sea and the typical smell of gun powder that many a caravan person has. Hisses* Gifts? *listening and sniffing for anything that could be a bomb or a trojan crate*
Gardio: *notices Joyce's concerned look and extends a reassuring hand* He's likely on guard because it's a new person... *To crew member after adjusting his hat* Mind if I and my associate inspect the crates?
Lucille: *quietly blinks into the water as the lullaby ends, not sure how to handle her now relaxed and still state*
Ma: (Softly, like a mother speaking to her downhearted child) “Something on your mind, love?”
Lucille: Just not used to being this relaxed. *shrugs*
Ma: (Grabs some conditioner and a comb) “Is that so? You’re on the road a lot I take it?”
Joyce: (Inches closer to Teshteal, holding out her hand to him) “It’s okay- they are good friends of ours….” (Glances back at the boat) “Really good friends….”
Crew Member: (So confused about the glowing ghoul and the strange hissy gremlin behind him) “Uh…..” (Turns to Donny with wide eyes)
Donovan: (Shrugs his shoulders) “I mean…. It ain’t like they're hiding anything.” (Gestures at the crew members who are beginning to unload the boat onto the dock) “We’ve known these guys all their lives- their parents and even grandparents too.”
Boat Captain: (Waves to Donny from the top of the deck)
Donovan: (Smiles and waves back) “Yo Trenton! Ya didn’t happen to pack a bomb on the boat, hm?”
Trenton: (Shakes his head) “And hurt dear old Mama Evie? You think I’m trying to get my head to be served on a platter?”
Goats: (Bleat from inside the boat as if confirming the captains words)
Lucille: *nods* Very. I have settlements to maintain- *tenses up, remembering all the work she has to do on quite a few settlements* I need to get back to work soon-
Ma: (Frowns slightly hearing that) “Honey, remember what I said about slowing down to give yourself time?”
Teshteal: *slowly eases out from behind the large glowing one detective with extreme caution*
Gardio: *to the crew* If you say so. *still watching warily like the gargoyle he is*
Joyce: (Reaches to take her boyfriends hand, looking between both him and Gardio) “….Is something wrong?”
Crew Member: (Still looking at Donny nervously as she rushes to follow him) “Protective much?” (Gestures at the two newcomers who seems extra wary and cautious) “Are they…..?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head as he takes a crate from a crew member that hands it to him) “Nah, but you guys didn’t hire anyone new- right?”
Crew Member: (Also shakes her head) “Nope. Some old sea dogs as it’s always been.”
Donovan: “Good.” (Motions with his chin to a spot on the ground) “Just leave the crates and boxes there- and I’ll bring ‘em inside. You know how Ma likes everything organized.”
Crew Member: “You’re sure Donny…? We can help with the sorting?”
Donovan: (Remembering Jasmine and how jumpy she is) “Nawh- I’ve got it. Besides, don’t you guys have other places to be?”
Teshteal: New people. I need to be careful that they aren't vault operatives or that I don't hurt innocent people.
Gardio: *to Teshteal* They seem like decent people-
Teshteal: *shakes his head* Not just that, I sense... something off out here. Hard to place right now. *tail twitches anxiously*
Lucille: *quietly* This isn't enough time...?
Ma: (Smiles sadly down at her, gently squeezing her hand that she never let go of) “No my dear- three days is not enough for what you went through and neither is one soothing bath.”
Lucille: That's what worked in the past. I don't see why it doesn't work now. *shrugs*
Joyce: (Looks around at the people helping with unloading the cargo) “But what’s wrong about this?”
Trenton: (Comes out with a small bundle- too small to be a baby but it’s some sort of little creature) “Joyce? Sweetheart- look who’s here.”
Joyce: (Eyes widen as she begins to approach the boat captain instead, carefully taking the bundle from him)
Donovan: (Stopped helping with unloading the crates just to watch, smiling at his little sister)
Joyce: (Squeals with excitement as she beams down at the little bundle) “Ohhhhhhh!!!! She’s adorable!!!”
Teshteal: *ears perk up and and curiosity gets the best of him so he carefully approaches Joyce to see what... or rather who she's holding. He completely forgot her question already*
Joyce: (Beams up at her boyfriend, leaning towards him to show her little bundle of joy)
The Bundle: (Contains the tiny wiggly form of a baby panda ferret who’s no older than eight weeks old)
Joyce: (Squeals as she coos down at the little noodle, scratching under its chin) “Isn’t she just the cutest!?!?”
Trenton: (Smiles at Joyce and backs off to talk with Donovan, his face getting slightly more serious)
Ma: (Tenderly as she pets Lucille’s hair) “Oh honey- that ain’t a good way to function. It is like I said before- you’re human and it’s not fair to treat yourself as less. You need rest, for both your mental and physical health.”
Lucille: That's lovely and all but I have people who depend on me. They need supplies- Defenses! I can't just lay around for a week when they're waiting on materials that could very well save their lives!
Ma: (Raises a brow at this) “Huh, If I didn’t know any better I would say you sound like you’re raising a bunch of orphaned children. Are that weak and helpless? Isn’t there someone else who can give them a hand? You’re just one person, sweetheart. You can’t do it all.” (Fearful that Lucille will crumble again under more pressure)
Teshteal: *eyes go big- as large as saucers- at the teeny little panda noodle. He resists the urge to pick her up and lifts her up above his head in awe* A little baby panoodle...! *cupping both sides of his face, trying to contain his joy. He forgets about his apprehension completely thanks to the precious little ferret*
Joyce: “Panoodle!!!!!” (Looks like she’s attempting to contain her joy just as much as Teshteal, giving a bunch of little kisses down to her new baby)
Pirate: (Running and jumping around to greet everyone as if they were old friends, tail wagging like crazy)
Trenton: (Beckons Donovan to follow him while Joyce is distracted, picking up a crate of food that is meant to go inside)
Donovan: (Gives one quick look to his little sister as he also picks up a crate to carry inside, following the captain) “What’s up?”
Trenton: “I’ve got something for ya….”
Lucille: *purses her lips in thought and goes silent in thought for a moment. Quietly* Who's going to build the defenses...? The walls...? No one else does it but me... *head spins as she begins to spiral from how much the Commonwealth depends on solely her*
Ma: (Squeezes Lucille’s hand again as even more worry floods her face) “My sweet…..” (Gently cups Lucille’s cheek with her other hand to try and get her attention before she loses the young woman) “Lucille, look at me please.”
Lucille: ... *looks up ever so slightly, her mismatched eyes trying to focus on Ma despite her spiraling thoughts on all the responsibility thrown on her*
Ma: (Gently strokes Lucille’s cheek with her thumb, her face soft and comforting) “Are you with me, sweetie?”
Teshteal: *cooing at the tiny panda noodle. Doesn't believe he's seen anything so cute in his life*
Joyce: (Moves to huddle in closer to her boyfriend again so he can get a better look at the little wiggly gal) “She’s so little!!!” (Slightly holds the bundle out so Teshteal can hold the baby if he wants)
Donovan: “Good or bad?”
Trenton: “Wish I could say good news- but sadly it ain’t…..”
Donovan: (Feels a weight of dread and exhaustion build up in his chest at that) “Oh…..”
Teshteal: *takes the baby panoodle into his arms and gently nuzzles her soft fur with his nose* So soft and sweet! *stops for a moment, admiring the adorable ball of fluff* What are you going to name her?
Joyce: (Proudly) “Gertie!!! She’s from the same mother as Gilbert!!!”
Gertie: (Gives a very tiny lick on the gremlins nose, her little paws poking out of the swaddle she’s in)
Donovan: (Sets the crate down on the kitchen counter, walking over to check on the slowly simmering pot of broth)
Trenton: (Looks like he’s dreading to bare whatever news he has to the ghoul)
Jasmine: (Whimpers ever so slightly in her sleep, also feeling a heavy load start to weigh down on her shoulders and ropes snag at her ankles- trying to pull her down in her dreams once more….. But she can also feel something else…. Something she can’t quit put her finger on…. But it’s present)
Teshteal: *giggles at the tiny ferret kiss* Awe! He's got a little sister now! *gently holds one of her tiny paws in his fingers* Wook at her wittle hands!
Joyce: (Practically shining brighter than the sun itself) “She’s so stinking cute that imma die!!!”
Gertie: (Looking between the two squealers curiously, so confused on what’s going on)
Crew Members: (Keep unloading all the goods and eventually they stroll on out with a half dozen or so sheep and goats with their young, the creatures bleating as the clamor along)
Jasmine: (Attempts to free herself from the chains that are tying and pulling her down as she feels the crushing weight of the world on bare down on her shoulders- partly recognizing that she’s dreaming and her troubles are manifesting themselves into it. She struggles for a bit, tears forming on her waterline and she’s about to scream with frustration but then she feels like what seems to be a gentle kiss on her head from behind and she freezes- hearing a low hum in the distance of her dreamworld)
Teshteal: *blinks for a moment, tail twitching upward when he realizes something. Whispers* I think we might be scaring her with all our cooing. *to the baby ferret as quietly as he possibly can* Sorry.
Joyce: (Hums lowly as her emerald eyes widen) “Ooops…..” (Reaches out to gently stroke her new baby’s face again) “Sorry Gertie….”
Gertie: (Also licks Joyce’s fingers with her tiny tongue when she can)
Lucille: Trying to be... *thoughts race on what settlement still needs what resource and how many turrets she needs to assign to another and so on...* Hard to stop when it's all you've been able to think about for the last year and a half....
Ma: (Softly) “And you do it all completely on your own? For over a year and a half now?”
Lucille: *nods grimly* No one helps...
Ma: (Heart just about snaps all over again and she has half a mind to go down to these settlements and give them an earful because poor Lucille seems to have enough trouble as it is) “It really is no wonder that you’re so overworked. But I’m sure we can work something out that doesn’t involve you trudging all around to try and fix everyone’s problems.”
Jasmine: (Her hands that were once firmly clasping Nicks shirt start to move a bit to grope behind him despise nothing being there) “Mhmmm……”
Dogmeat: (Sniffs the girl when she does this, whining softly)
Jasmine: (Eyes sparkle in her dream world as the humming gets closer and it’s unmistakeable of what it is to her) “Mamá…..” (And just like that- the weight starts to get lifted off her shoulders and her ties start to become undone)
Nick: *to dogmeat calmly* I see it, boy. Problem is- I don't want to wake her. *senses the presence himself, though for him it's more like an unknown source of heat or warmth other than the sun*
Gardio: *observing from the distance. From the sound of things, the goods involve livestock and he doesn't want to risk contaminating them with his radiation*
Teshteal: *gentle smile, or as gentle as it can be with his sharp teeth at Gertie*
Lucille: Good luck getting people to listen... If it's not farming or guard duty or some other slightly menial task, then it's all on me to keep up these places.
Ma: (Huffs slightly when she hears that) “Well that sounds to me plain unfair on your side. They cannot really expect one woman to help now can they?”
Gertie: (Licks her nose as she gazes up between Joyce and Teshteal, seemingly unbothered by Teshteal appearance since he’s friendly)
Joyce: (Nose scrunches slightly) “I think Gilbert isn’t going to be too happy- he’s spoiled that way.”
Jasmine: (Shakes off her remaining shackles in her dream and looks around with wide kitten eyes) “Mamá!!!!” (She listens for the humming, but it sounds like it’s coming from all directions so she picks one and starts running) “Mami!!!!!” (She feels another soft breath and kiss on the back of her neck this time as she runs- fueling her determination. She misses her mother so damn much….)
Dogmeat: (Noses his way on in closer to the teen as she continues to try and grab something behind Nick while kicking her feet)
Nick: Oh- Hold on, doll... *wraps his arms around her to keep her from knocking the both of them off of the lounge chair and starts rubbing her back to soothe her excitement*
Teshteal: *quiet huff* What is Gilbert to do? She'll have to live in the same house. *emphatically raises his hands, as if performing a fool in a play shrugging off a joke or a jab*
Joyce: (Giggles at Teshteal, squeezing Gertie’s bundle slightly) “You’re right. He’ll have to grow to love his little sister. Besides- I’m sure she smells like their mother.” (Sniffs the little noodle to confirm her thoughts- Gertie smelling exactly like baby Gilbert when she first got him)
Lucille: *shrugs in defeat* Apparently, they can... Doesn't matter. I like building-
Ma: (Shakes her head in disapproval at these people as she mutters something under her breath, tapping the bottom of Lucille’s chin) “I’m sure you do honey- but too much strain on one person will cause them to crumble. So no- they can’t be asking you to do everything for them. You have your own life to manage too.”
Jasmine: (Somewhat feels Nicks gentle rubs in her sleep, but she cannot really contain herself as she feels the softest of touches caress the side of her face and she runs even faster towards a bright beacon of light in the distance. Behind her she can almost hear and feels her troubles calling out to her, but the light is driving it all away for her) “Mamá!!!”
Nick: *confused- she's usually only this active in her sleep when she's having a nightmare and yet, she doesn't seem distressed*
Teshteal: *sniffs* She does smell kind of similar to the little guy...
Gardio: *still still as a statue. One would assume he is one*
Joyce: (Takes in a deep inhale of Gertie, rocking back and forth happily) “Baby ferret smell!!!”
Lucille: *mutters quietly* What life... I had a life before the war and now what? I blew up the institute- but that's all I'll ever be known for.... *splashes the water in a fit of frustration* The one who obliterated the boogeyman of the commonwealth while graciously giving homes to those who need them.
Ma: “Correct me if I am wrong- but I believe that ‘your life’ consists of the same people who helped talk you out of ending it so soon and have taken care of you.” (Tenderly rakes her fingers through Lucille’s purple hair) “They make up your life and you make up theirs in turn. That is what family is. You take care of one another and watch each others hearts and wellbeing.”
Lucille: *eyes sting with tears. She tries to hide it by averting her gaze. She doesn't know if she has the strength to return the favor to the people who do care... And now she wonders if she's failed each and every one of them, now*
Jasmine: (Hums along with the song the voice of her mother is singing- recognizing it immediately as one of the many lullabies she’d sing. It twists her heartstrings a bit, but she cannot help the smile on her face) “Mami….” (She stops running but doesn’t stop squirming to escape in real life, closing her eyes to bask in the warmth she’s feeling throughout her body)
Nick: *still holding his squirming daughter as still as he can. He keeps petting her back to comfort her*
Ma: (Smiles kindly down at the young woman) “You know- people often ask me why I do what I do. Why I devote everything I am to being a caretaker and mother when I seemingly get little in return for walking sometime walking into a blaze that could leave me with less than what I had before. What they don’t understand is that I do get something in return each and every time. I get the irreplaceable joy of seeing my babies and loved ones flourish and glow over time even in the tiniest ways. That will fill me up more than gold and glory ever wil even if it’s in the tiniest of ways like a simple glitter in their eyes in the morning at breakfast or the peaceful look on their face as they sleep in comfort.” (Gently taps the bottom of Lucille’s chin once more before she moves her hand up to tuck her short hair behind her ears even if there isn’t much to do so) “That’s what any good parent wants from their kid. I can say that your father is no different. And if I end up with taking a hard loss or a couple of hits, well then so be it. Love is the sacrifices we make for each other anyways. And if you’re wondering what you’re sacrificing here for this love- it’s that little piece of you that you keep trying to hide away from everyone. That little piece of you that’s human, tired and just wants peace and rest. Yes, that piece of you that you think is unwanted and not worth it is still precious because it’s a part of you, my love.”
Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at how loving his girlfriend is over this small creature*
Joyce: (Bounces and pats her little bundle of joy- then glances back at the house) “I wonder how we should play this out with Gilbert….”
Jasmine: (Mumbling hoarsely as she paws midair) “Mamá…. Come back…. Please….” (Kicks her feet a bit harder) “Lo siento Mami, lo mucho siento. Por favor….. Don’t leave me alone- you know I hate it….”
Translation: “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m very sorry. Please.”
Dogmeat: (Sniffles the squirming girl some more with big puppy eyes of confusion and concern because she’s making strange sounds)
The Voice: (Whispers ever so softly and comfortingly into the broken teens ear, wrapping her up in a hug of warmth and security) “Chiquilla bonita. Llegaste del cielo en un tren del amor. Tu alegre sonrisa. Me enseña en la vida, el camino mejor….”
Translation: “Pretty girly. You arrived from heaven on a train of love. You’re happy smile. It teaches me the better things in life.”
Jasmine: (Feels her heart both flood with overwhelming joy and crack into a million little pieces when she registers that- having not understood why her mother had been so adamant on singing that song to her during her prewar days…. But now it’s just becoming clear. She has to find her mother- she has to say sorry) “I’m sorry Mamá…..” (She hugs her dream self tightly and rocks back and forth on her feet, taking a couple of slow steps to follow the voice but once again it’s coming from all directions)
Nick: *whispers* What's going on in that pretty little head of yours...?
Teshteal: Hrm... Slowly? Like a cat?
Gardio: *nods*
Lucille: *lips tremble before burying her face in her hands. She wishes she COULD rest but the consequences of that feel too great*
Ma: (Softly) “Whatcha thinking about, my sweet?” (Gently allows her hand to rest on Lucille’s shoulder, looking on at the young woman with concern and understanding)
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Joyce: (Glances between Gardio and Teshteal) “I suppose so- but knowing my little stinker he’ll come running the moment he senses someone else taking up my attention then throw a tantrum.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Jasmine: (Mewls like a lost kitten looking for their mother because she essentially is, her dream self wandering aimlessly through an empty field to find a dead woman whom she swears she can feel in her heart and hear in the distance. She smiles despite being lost- because she knows that her mother is close by and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on her child) “Where are you?”
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Ma: “Oh cariño…” (Her mother instincts take ahold and she immediately drops to her knees besides the poor young woman, gently draping her arm around Lucille’s shoulder to pull her into a hug that she can easily pull out of if she desires) “Sssssh, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll figure things out all together. You can only shoulder so much on your own until you crack and crumble- but that’s what your family is here for.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Joyce: (Turns back to the lighthouse in thought, then back down at the tiny kit once more) “Well- he’s gonna have to at least tolerate her. Hopefully he quickly learns that there’s plenty of love to go around. Plus it’s not good for ferrets to be alone.”
Teshteal: *making kissy faces and baby noises at the baby ferret... his ears pick up a rustling noise in the distance of the woods but the size tells him it might be a wild animal of some kind*
Jasmine: (Suddenly perks upright from Nicks chest as if she was summoned, her hands firmly planted on his shoulders so she can steady herself as her big magical doe eyes scan the area expectingly. They gloss over both Nick and Dogmeat as if they weren’t there- obviously she’s looking for something else) “Mamá…..” (She can still feel the warmth in her heart and the prickle of a ghostly kiss on the back of her head….. But where is her mother?)
Nick: *looks where she is. His sensors pick up a faint impression of... something but it's hard to get a reading. He briefly considers heading to Acadia for calibration if not for Jasmine's behavior. Kindly, out of confusion* What about her, doll?
Lucille: *sobs into the older woman's arms*
Ma: (Locks Lucille into her strong and comforting embrace that many people had sought solace in before) “Sssshh, it’s okay. Just let it all out.”
Jasmine: (Pouts a bit when she can’t find her mother, then she tilts her head at another prickle on her cheek. She then makes grabby hands up in the air while leaning over the side of the chair, almost like she’s trying to leap out of her fathers arms)
Nick: Woah, hold on there... *pulls her back a little, unsure exactly why she's trying to leap out of the seat at nothing. Granted, it seems better than the wild thrashing from before, but it doesn't make him any less concerned about her current behavior*
Gardio: *decides that the two lovebirds should be fine so he walks back to the lighthouse to try and be of some help. He approaches the two men* If there's any cargo that isn't food or livestock to haul in or set up, I'd be willing to help.
Donovan: (Looks frazzled about something but slowly nods his head, a bottle of broth in hand) “Yeah…. Yeah, that would be nice thank you….” (He walks over to the other ghoul, holding out the bottle to him) “Give this to Detective Valentine before you go, please.”
Trenton: (Leaning against the wall, looking down in deep thought, staring Donny’s expression of worry)
Gardio: Will do. *gives an affirming nod then gives Donny a reassuring but heavy pat on the shoulder, giving him just a little radiation as a boost to help ease his frazzled nerves before he heads on up to the roof*
Donovan: (Gives a weak smile at Gardio as he leaves, then sighs heavily)
Joyce: (Goes back to squealing happily over the little one) “Oooooh, she’s too perfect!!! I can’t get enough of her sweet little face!!!”
Gertie: (Gazes up at Teshteal and Joyce, licking her nose some more)
Teshteal: *licks his own nose with his long tongue to mimic Gertie*
Gertie: (Seems fascinated by the two people in front of her, especially by the strange gremlin man mimicking her by licking his own nose)
Joyce: (Giggles some more, this time at her boyfriend) “Ack, you’re cute as well!!!”
Jasmine: (Whines when she’s kept from leaping into the air but she doesn’t seem too upset, just tries to do it again while still making grabby hands at nothing)
Nick: *sighs, knowing if he tries to snap her out of it, she'll just grow more distressed* I can't just let you go- you might hurt yourself... Maybe your mama will come closer to hold you.
Gardio: *walks up the stairs to the roof and raises an eyebrow in confusion at the girl making grabby hands in the air. It's a stark contrast to the screaming and thrashing from before. He very carefully approaches and speaks calmly so he doesn't spook her* I have broth for her.
Teshteal: *turns to her and licks his nose like he's some sort of big cat then makes a tiny chirping noise with his mouth- being the silliest of sillies to make his angel laugh*
Joyce: (Shrieks with laughter at her goofball of a boyfriend, putting a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her laughter that can be heard across the ocean)
Teshteal: *grins at how much that simple noise made her happy* I could gobble her and Gilbert up like a couple of extra big noodles! *Playfully licks his lips*
Jasmine: (Looks over at Gardio when she hears his voice and blinks slowly, then turns to her father, then back to the space up in the area she was looking at) “Mamá….” (She wiggles in her dads arms, patting on his shoulder to try and make her let go, then makes her grabby hands to be picked up by whatever she’s looking at)
Dogmeat: (Whines with confusion, trying to lick the girl)
Gardio: *finally next to the chair. He sets the bottle down next to Nick* Here... Do you think she'll drink it in this state?
Nick: I haven't a clue... *to Jasmine* Hey, kitten. Do you think your Mama would be happy if you drank this broth? *picks up the bottle and holds it up* I think she would. *gently smiling at her*
Jasmine: “Mamá….” (Takes her eyes off the air with a wistful and somber, deep longing look in her eyes, letting her hands rest back on her Dads shoulders as she turns to look at him. She tilts her head to one side, then seems to register that it’s him and she breaks out into a warm smile)
Nick: *smiles just as warmly back, relieved to se that she's isn't suffering for once* It's good to see that smile. Would you like some broth? *Offers it to her once more to see if she'll take it or not*
Gardio: *amazed that the girl looks so at peace. He glances over at the spector she was making grabby hands at a second ago*
Nick: *thinks to himself* So he can see it, too? Well that means it's not a simple calibration issue...
Jasmine: (Softly) “Daddy….” (Gently presses her forehead to his while putting a hand on his cheek, sighing softly, not acknowledging what he’s offering her)
The Object: (Appears to be a misty ball of white light up in the sky, now fading out so it’s almost completely transparent)
Nick: *sighs and sets the bottle down* I suppose not... *Reaches up with his bad hand and strokes her cheek, then attempts to brush a stray hair from her face* Hey, kiddo.
Gardio: *watching as it disappears, wondering what or who that could have been... Whatever it was seemed to have a calming effect on the girl. Quietly he turns to and starts for the stairs* I'm going to help Donny. I promised him that I'd help.
Jasmine: (Hums happily in greeting, sighing as she slinks down to rest her head against Nicks chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his inner workings while the sun shines over them. She’s still tired, like her body is light years away from being fully recharged)
Joyce: “Oooohhh- I so hope they get along well!!! I would love to have a ferret snuggle session!!!”
Teshteal: *looks up and notices Gardio's left* We should... Probably go back. Dio left- *slight panic enters his voice* Why did he leave-?
Joyce: (Looks around) “Hm, I don’t know. Maybe he went to help Donny with the stuff.”
Teshteal: Yeah... *Shaking a little. He can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end again* I don't feel safe out here, though... Let's head back. *Turns to the lighthouse*
Joyce: (Seems concerned but she follows along) “Errrrrm…. Okay then. But can I ask, why don’t you feel safe?”
Teshteal: *glances at the ship* I don't know those people. I don't know if they're from that hellish place. *Already walking along*
Joyce: (Walks alongside him, confused) “What place? These our Ma and Donny’s friends, they’ve known them for a long time.”
Donovan: (Already putting away some of the stuff he brought in, raising his head when Gardio pokes his head in) “Handed it off?”
Gardio: As good as done. She still seemed sleepy though... *Fully steps into the kitchen* What do you need help with bringing in?
Donovan: (Rubs his forehead for a moment, then starts walking to the door past Gardio) “The stuff with the storage labels go into the basement, the kitchen labels go the kitchen, and the rest into the living room. Mama will sort them out later.”
Jasmine: (Her eyes click up to her father as she rests, lifting a hand to gently touch the side of his neck where there’s a large gash, humming a bit sadly and with concern)
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Nick: *tenderly takes her hand in his right* Don't worry. My sealants still seem to be intact... *Mutters, thinking about all the times Lucille led them into a flooded building* So far...
Teshteal: The place that turned me into this. The place that made my life hell the moment I stepped in it- *the slits of his eyes narrow with dread as the sound of commands, shouts, and manipulative sweet urgings grow louder and louder*
Gardio: Got it... And none of these would be damaged or tainted easily with radiation?
Jasmine: (Still eyes up her Dad with concern, blinking slowly at the patches and worn down skin on his neck and face)
Joyce: (Timidly, taking and squeezing Gertie’s bundle to her chest) “Teshteal? You okay…?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “Nawh, the crates and containers they are in are sealed tight. Should be all good.”
Nick: *sees where she's eyeing and waves it away, as if shooing a fly* Eh, cosmetic... Don't worry yourself with it. *Wry laugh* I'll get it replaced, one day. Haven't seen a need to, yet... *Readjusts his hold on her so she's more comfortable* How about you focus on getting some sleep and I'll think about that, hm?
Gardio: *starts moving the the crates to their new and proper homes as Donny instructed. Taking great care not to drop any of their precious belongings*
Teshteal: No. I'll never be okay... *Spiralling* Why would I deserve that? I've always been a terrible excuse for a person. I couldn't even do simple tasks without messing up! How have I survived this long? Are the people on the boat spies? Soldiers operating on a code word? Is everyone in danger? Are they after me-?
Jasmine: (Is now also focused on his bad hand that she siezes and brings up to her face, playing with his fingers curiously)
Donovan: (Goes outside to bring in more crates, walking a bit slowly)
Joyce: (Gets even more worried and stops walking) “Teshteal? No- you'll be okay, you’re not a terrible person…”
Nick: *softly hums* Try not to pinch yourself on the joints... *Keeping his hand slack so she can play as she likes*
Gardio: *soon as most of the items neatly stacked where they need to be. He starts getting in a rhythm with Donny, taking them from the younger man's hands and eventually noticing his slow pace* Are you alright? You seem sluggish with a few of these packages.
Teshteal: *crouches in the middle of the path, his tail swishing wildly* Th-then why do I keep getting these thoughts to kill or hurt everyone around me? Why do I want to act on them?! Do I actually love you? *He grips and tugs at his hair* Or is that just a means to a horrific end?! Why do they still control me-?!
Jasmine: (Toys with his fingers, tilting her head curiously while humming a note in question, wondering what happened to the skin on his hand)
Donovan: “Hm? Oh, I’m alright…. Just thinking about things….” (Gives Gardio another forced smile and nod) “I’ve gotta help Ma set up the large clawfoot tub they brought for her in her master bathroom, I want her to be able to have that spa bath she talked about.”
Joyce: (Swallows hard, her voice shaking. She wants to be able to spit out something wise for her boyfriend to ponder, but she can’t find the right words. So she goes back to what she only knows) “Teshteal? Can you take some deep breaths? You’re safe here….” (Wonders if she should run and go find Gardio or Nick)
Teshteal: *he tries to take a deep breath, but somehow chokes on it and swears between coughs. Despite this, he keeps trying to breathe deeply, eventually succeeding*
Gardio: Would you like some help with that? I can install the tub, too. It wouldn't be a problem at all for me in fact. *flashes a confident but also helpful smile* It's the least I could do to repay you all for housing us.
Nick: *sensing the question hinted at by that solitary hum* Lost that doing repairs on Diamond City. Or at least that's what I would say if it weren't from another model. Seems we generation 2 synths can't keep the skin on our bones.
Joyce: (Breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that it’s working, lightly petting his messy hair) “You’re okay…. We’re safe here…. We can go inside and get you a cup of some nice cold water.”
Donovan: (Looks at Gardio with partial astonishment) “Really? You can do that?”
Jasmine: (Nods her head slowly to show that she understands, then lightly runs her fingers near the gash on his neck, her eyes flickering to him expectingly)
Teshteal: *flinches a little, not expecting the comforting gesture. He leans into it, much like a cat headbutting their owner's hand. Softly* Okay... I'm sorry...
Gardio: Of course! Wouldn't be the first time I've hauled a tub up a set of stairs. I did that in my old settlement a few of times for folks. *Gestures vaguely with a tilt of his head as he hauls another crate to the kitchen* Just point me to the tub, where you want it, the plumbing supplies, and the water supply and a I'll have it done by the end of the day!
Nick: That's a combination of a lot of hard detective work, living in the ruins, and, you'd guess it, fixing up Diamond City... *Pets her head with his good hand*
Joyce: “It’s alright, here….” (Holds out her hand to him with a gentle and understanding smile) “Let’s go inside.”
Donovan: (Rubs the back of his head) “The tub is probably still on the dock and you can ask someone to help you wheel it in. The tub goes into the bathroom in Ma’s room and I’ll let her know so that you don’t give her a fright. The rest of the stuff should be in a little utility room in the basement.”
Jasmine: (Looks up at her Dad with her sparkling amber eyes that catch the sunlight and reflect beautifully, smiling at him, still toying with his bad hand)
Teshteal: *slowly takes her hand and lets her head him to the house*
Gardio: Understood. *Flashes a confident smile as he makes his way to the door. As he passes by the pair, his look shifts to concern. He doesn't stop walking, keeping mind of his deadline*
Nick: *taken back by the honey colored eyes before fondly smiling at her. Again, he's just happy to see that she's in such good spirits for once.*
Joyce: (Shifts the little bundle in her arms, gently squeezing her boyfriends hand, leading him back to the house)
Donovan: (Waves him off and just kinda stands there in the living room for a moment, taking a deep breath)
Jasmine: (Cutely scrunches her nose, whatever that light was surely brightened her soul back up, it’s even reflected in her eyes that aren’t resembling a haunted doll at the moment)
Nick: *wonders if this is the most she's been this calm and hopeful since they first met, not counting the trip through her memories*
Gardio: *reaches the dock and eyes the huge crate containing the tub. He approaches the crew working the boat with a wave* Mind if I get some help hauling this to the lighthouse? *He thinks he hears the brush rustle behind him, but shrugs it off as a gust of wind blows through the nearby treetops*
Teshteal: *face goes red, looking at their joined hands, both flustered and embarrassed simultaneously. Flustered because of the contact. Embarrassed for his breakdown just moments before*
Joyce: (Leads him inside to the kitchen, opening the fridge to browse what’s inside, deciding to take out a small pitcher of what appears to be lemonade) “Want some of this too? Or just water?”
Crewman: “Yup. It’s too bad we don’t have our forklift.” (Motions for everyone nearby to gather around the crate that’s on wheels so they can push and pull it with rope)
Jasmine: (Softly, and hoarsely because of her screaming and crying earlier) “You okay?”
Nick: I'm more than okay- you seem to be doing better and that's done me a world of good in itself!
Gardio: That is a shame. *Clucks as he walks along the tub* I'll push. *Gets behind the crate and braces himself against it, squatting so his legs do all the work* When you're all ready.
Teshteal: *sniffs the pitcher. It's definitely lemonade adjacent* I'll take it.
Lucille: *heaves a deep, relieved breath, the pressure worked out of her system* Thank you, Mama Evie...
Jasmine: (Searches her fathers eyes for a moment before nodding, glancing down at herself, then their surroundings, trying to catch up on what the hell is even going on)
Crewman: “Alright then. One…. Two…. Three!!!” (With that they all start pull on the crate to haul it up to the lighthouse with Gardios help)
Joyce: (Takes out two glasses and pours herself and Teshteal some lemonade, handing him his glass with her still warm smile) “Here you go!”
Ma: (Tenderly, stroking Lucille’s head) “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Nick: If you're wondering why you're up here, you crawled onto the roof from the window.
Teshteal: *accepts the glass, his hand trembles but he feigns a smile as he sips the tangy drink*
Gardio: *with his strength they make short work of it. Before they know it, they're at the doorstep* Good work! Thank you for the help! *Considers talking to Donny to see if there's anything they can do to pay them back extra for their service*
Lucille: ...I think I'm ready to get out of the bath, now...
Jasmine: (Looks like she’s about to ask more questions but then she hears voices coming from the bottom of the house and she gets spooked since she’s underdress, snagging her dads coat that Ma had brought up earlier to throw over her, curling up to her dad for safety)
Joyce: (Takes and squeezes his hand in hers, beaming at him as she drinks her lemonade)
Crewman: “No problem. Anything for the good mother.” (Starts to walk back the house with the others to finish the rest of the stuff)
Donovan: (Comes up from the basement where he was putting away more stuff)
Ma: (Nods and rises from the chair to grab a large towel for Lucille, offering her arm for support) “Okay honey, just move slowly for me and don’t put pressure on your ankle.”
Nick: *laughs a little and rubs her shoulder* Don't worry, doll. I got ya... I think I'm the only person in earshot if you're wandering what's going on.
Gardio: *goes down to the basement, quickly locating the utility room and fetching a crowbar to free the tub from its wooden prison. It isn't long before he's on the front step again and doing just that*
Teshteal: *blushes again, his ears pricking up a little... Quietly* I get so flustered around you... *Takes an awkward small sip of his drink*
Lucille: *wry laugh at that* I've walked on worse- *Attempts to rise but nearly falls over from the shooting pain in her ankle. She supports herself with the side of the tub*
Jasmine: (Shivers with fright and because she’s actually cold for once, huddling up to the warm safety that is dad. She peeps just her head out so she can look up at Nick and breath better, tightly clinging to him)
Donovan: (Had walked into the kitchen and raises a brow at the two) “Having a drink?”
Joyce: (Giggles and nods, balancing Gertie’s bundle in the crook of her arm) “Yup- drinking some of the lemonade I helped Mama make.”
Ma: (Firmly) “But under my watch you won’t. Come here.” (Puts her arm under Lucille’s so she can guide her out of the tub and onto the chair)
Nick: Cold? I think this broth here is still warm enough to do some good if you'll take it... *Jerks his head at the bottle as he rubs the small of her back*
Teshteal: *turns an even darker shade of red as he keeps the drink to his mouth, hoping it can hide his face. He doesn't even remember if Donny knows about their relationship*
Gardio: *props open the door then takes in a few deep breaths and lifts the giant tub on his own, occasionally grunting as he carries it through the house to its final designation*
Lucille: *hangs onto the older woman for support. She mentally curses the state her body is currently in- unable to support its own weight*
Jasmine: (Blinks up at Nick, her eyes getting a light mist to them) “Tainted….?”
Donovan: (Chuckles and waves a teasing finger at Joyce and Teshteal) “No closed doors.”
Joyce: (Rolls her eyes) “I’m not twelve! Plus- Gilbert wouldn’t allow anything anyways.”
Ma: (In one fast and fluid motion she wraps Lucille in the blanket and plucks her out of the water, seating her in the chair) “There we go, now ya can dry off and get dressed.”
Nick: What? Tainted...? *A horrific realization of what she means dawns on him, but instead he firmly shakes his head* I doubt Donny would do that to you... But it if makes you feel better, I'll test it for you *Reaches for the bottle, tips it, then massages the top. A couple drops of the broth lands in his mouth. He mimes chewing to get a better sense of the flavor then tilts his head* No, not tainted. There's a bunch of salt and herbs. But other than that, it's your run of the mill beef broth. *Offers the bottle to her*
Teshteal: *panicking a little. He's definitely stronger than a ferret and there's always the risk of losing himself to the programming looming over his head. He just keeps sipping his lemonade, pretending everything's fine. He's caused enough trouble, for now.*
Lucille: *blinks with slightly wide eyes. For a moment she reexamines all the scars on her body, then she reaches up to her hair and lets out a mild gasp... It's gotten a bit longer since she's cut it, last.* Another thing I'm going to have to take care of later, I guess... *Starts to reach for her clothes*
Gardio: *managed to get it all the way up to Ma's bathroom. He heaves a sigh of relief once it's out of his arms. He wipes his hands together and presses them on his hips as he assesses the situation before getting the tools*
Jasmine: (Stares at her dad almost in astonishment now) “Donny….” (Covers her mouth and mumbles something into it that sounds foreign, then giggles as she closes her eyes) “Donny….” (Opens her eyes with a disoriented expression, banging the side of her forehead with the palm of her hand, trying to get herself to process things better. Her head hurts and so does her stomach, but it’s probably hunger at this point. She takes the bottle into her mouth and slowly starts to suck, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something)
Donovan: (Gestures at Gertie in her bundle, approaching so he can see the new little one) “Aaawww, she’s so precious.” (Reaches out to gives the baby some scritches on the top of her head)
Gertie: (Leans into it and closes her eyes, licking her nose again)
Joyce: (Excitedly, lemonade dribbling down her chin) “I know!!! She’s more adorable than I ever could’ve imagined!!!”
Ma: (Offers Lucille some lotion if she wants it) “I could give you a haircut later, honey. I have all the tools, but you did just take a shower. Unless you’re one of those who don’t feel like ants are all over them after a haircut and don’t have the need to take a rinse.”
Ma’s Room: (Pretty large since it’s the master bedroom and well decorated, a distinct scent of flowers in the air. There’s a big bed with luscious pillows and sheets positioned at the left wall with two nightstands on each side of it, but only one of them is full of stuff while the other remains bare besides a lamp. Her rocking chair is besides a collection of books, a TV, and holotapes of what seem to be playlists of songs from the labels that are either titles of full albums or specially mixed playlists, in both English and Spanish. Also a few movies and shows are mixed in there. There’s a large vanity besides the walk-in closet that’s lined with different perfumes and other ladies trinkets. She also has a sewing station set up complete with a high grade sewing machine and an adjustable dress form. The rest of the room is decorated with a rug and a few decor items and her walls are plastered with photos of different people of varying ages from infants to older folks, sometimes Ma is in posing those photos with Donny also making an appearance)
Ma’s Bathroom: (A dreamy pink bathroom with patterns of hearts on the walls. On the floor are matching bath mats and matching towels are hung up on the walls. There’s a empty spot in the little indent meant for a tub that had long been removed to make way for the new one)
Lucille: Yeah, you're right. I would get pretty itchy. *Accepts the lotion and starts to rub it on herself before putting on her clothes completely*
Nick: *glad to see she's drinking something without much fuss. He does wonder what's on her mind but he's not going to interrupt her*
Teshteal: *notices the lemonade dribbling down her chin and finally puts down the cup, dashing for a hand towel then, with a surprising delicate and gentle touch, dabs the liquid dry from her face. Sweetly* Swallow next time before you speak... Okay?
Gardio: *a little awestruck when he can finally fully view the room upon return. He feels like he just stepped into a movie... Then has to remind himself that over 200 years ago, people had lusciously decorated and populated rooms like these... He takes a moment to admire the sewing machine, the TV and holotapes, the records, and bed. It almost brings a tear to his eye. He doesn't know why- the whole house is a snapshot of life before the bombs... He sighs as he looks at all the photos with a nostalgically sad smile*
Jasmine: (Settles down against Nicks chest again, eyes still locked up on him) (Signing) “Speak, please.” (Wants to hear his voice right now since it’s so soothing)
Joyce: (Crinkles her nose at Teshteal) “Okay I’ll try, but no promises.”
Donovan: (As he gets himself a glass of water) “She does the same thing with snacks, which is why Pirate always hovers near her feet when she’s talking.”
Pirate: (Is in fact hovering near under the table)
Ma: (Strokes Lucille’s damp hair) “Would you like me to call your father to come help you, or would you like some crutches to use?”
The Photos: (Are all in uniquely decorated photo frames, each one lovingly handcrafted for each photo it holds)
Nick: Heh. Want to hear my thoughts? I could ask you the same, honestly. How's your memory from the last day or so?
Teshteal: *light chuckle. Something about that reminds him of himself*
Gardio: *fond smile despite not knowing any of them. He decides to get started on installing this tub, only heading out for a moment to turn off the water then back up to attach the pipe to the tub itself, plumbers glue, caulk and all. Part of him wonders if he should fashion a shroud for the pipe so it doesn't look garrish against the emaculate bathroom, but he finds it's well hidden with some adjustments to the plumbing and position of the tub*
Lucille: Get me some crutches. I'll figure out how to get to the attic. *Finally fully clothed... Though she does miss some of the secure feeling her armor gave her*
Jasmine: (Makes a so-so motion with her hand, shaking her head) (Signing) “Foggy.”
Donovan: (Pats Joyce’s shoulder) “I need you to help me with getting some of the smaller broken down crates back to the dock so they can take them back.”
Joyce: (Sets her glass down) “Okay!” (Holds out Gertie’s bundle to Teshteal) “Do you mind watching her for me while I help Donny?”
Ma: “Oh sweetheart, there are a lot of stairs to get back up there. I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind coming back down to help you.” (Gently cups her cheek and tilts her face up to hers) “He wouldn’t want you to fall, and neither would I.”
Nick: Do you remember where we are...?
Lucille: I'm sure I could get back up. I'm sturdier than that... Besides he's probably busy with something. I don't want to bother him-
Teshteal: *takes Gertie and holds her close to his chest* Sure! Be careful out there!
Gardio: *fiddling with the pieces of pipe he brought up to make sure he has all the right bends and connections and that they're the right size for the tub... It's not like he can just go down to the hardware store and buy more pipe.*
Jasmine: (Raises her head a bit more to slowly look around, eyes going up to the lighthouse where she had previously put a gun to her own head, the pieces hardly clicking in her head) (Quietly) “Donny….”
Joyce: “I will be, don’t worry!” (Walks off to grab some of the crates off the counter and carry them off.”
Donovan: (Quickly follows after her after a wave to Teshteal over his shoulder, mind occupied with something else already)
Ma: “Love, what did we just discuss, hm? That your family is here to help you, that it what families do.” (Starts to walk to the door, looking at the young woman over her shoulder) “I’ll go find your father, your wellbeing never should be a bother to him.”
Teshteal: *blinks before looking down at the tiny ferret resting her head just outside of her bindle* She'll be okay, right...?
Nick: I take it from that look, you do- at least a little. *Nods his head at the bottle* Looks like you still have some broth left...
Gardio: *fitting the connectors together then test fitting them to the tub and water line as Ma comes up to get him*
Lucille: *frowns at her feet. No one bothered to simply reach out and help her when she was over encumbered or injured in the past two years. Sure there was the occasional offer to lighten the load, but often they had too much on their hands as it was. Unless her companions were fighting something on her behalf, there was hardly any assistance if she was injured... The only exception was when she lost a limb and an eye. Or her wife gave her a stimpak for her troubles*
Jasmine: (Nods her head at the bottle and continues to drink while staring at Nick with interest)
Gertie: (Licks her nose some more and yawns, blinking up at the gremlin like the baby she is)
Donovan: (Sees Ma leave the bathroom just before he goes back outside) “Detective Chapel is helping with your bathtub.”
Ma: “Oh really? How sweet of him.” (Smiles and quickly heads up the stairs to find Gardio. She lightly knocks on her own door so she doesn’t startle him entering) “Detective Chapel?” (Steps into her room and walks over to her bathroom)
Nick: *looks lost in thought about something again. He wonders if she even remembers her outburst at Lucille. Now probably wouldn't be a good time to bring it up*
Gardio: *has the tub pulled out at an angle so he can reach the pipes. Currently he's fastening then to the wall, glue and caulk already applied* Yes, ma'am? *He fastens the last section of pipe to the wall*
Lucille: *thinks about trying to stand but then she remembers the struggle of getting up in the tub. She grunts in annoyance. She already feels like a terrible person but now she's just pathetic...*
Teshteal: *licks his own nose in response and giggles* Yeah. She'll be fine. *Pokes the bridge of Girtie's little nose playfully*
Jasmine: (Still wants to hear her Dads voice so she lightly taps on his shoulder for his attention)
Gertie: (Cutely nibbles on Teshteals finger)
Ma: (Leans against the doorway of her bathroom) “Your daughter needs some help getting back upstairs, she’s done bathing and is waiting in the bathroom.”
Nick: Hm? Sorry, I was thinking of Lucille... What is it, Rosie?
Teshteal: *laughs* Hey, that tickles! *Attempts to remove his finger* You're such a wittle baby! Yes you are! *Pets the top of her little head*
Gardio: Oh? *Finishes securing the pipe, then pivots the tub back in place so he can attach it properly when he gets back* I'll be right down. *Rubs the sweat from his brow before wiping his hands on a work towel he snagged from the utility room. He approaches Ma just before leaving* Thank you for letting me know. And thank you for taking care of her...
Jasmine: (Face crinkles with disdain when she hears Lucille’s name, securing her fathers coat more over herself) (Signing) “Talk to me, please.”
Gertie: (Gives Teshteal a bunch of little licks with her itty-bitty tongue)
Ma: (Steps out of the way so he may pass) “You’re more than welcome…” (Sighs sadly) “May I add- you should have a talk with your daughter about her current life arrangements centering around her settlements. The poor dear sounds like she’s shouldering a lot more than one should on her own, and I do not think it’s helping her mental state.”
Nick: About Lucille? Are you sure? *Raises an eyebrow* I don't think now is a good time for it.
Gardio: *concerned frown but gives an understanding nod* I'll see what I can do... *As he walks past her, he pauses to look at her once more* Perhaps she can discuss trade with some of your allies in the future. *He continues to walk out of the room*
Lucille: *tracing one of the scars on her arm, idly*
Jasmine: (Shakes her head at that, scowling through the bottle) (Signing) “About ANYTHING else.”
Ma: (Nods her head after the glowing ghoul, watching him leave for a moment before she decides to go downstairs herself and prep the bathroom for Rosie to use)
Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Eight
Masterlist
Teshteal: *hides behind Gardio suddenly, sniffing the air to see if this person's friend or foe*
Gardio: *not sure why he's hiding suddenly since he knows the smaller man can easily kill a horde of super mutants*
Joyce: (Immediately notices and turns to face Teshteal, worry on her face) “Teshteal….?”
Donovan: (To the crew member) “Safe trip?” (Extends his hand for a handshake)
Crew Member: (Grips Donny’s arm with hers, flashing a friendly smile) “The waters got a little rough, but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle.” (Gestures behind her at the rest of the crew members who are starting to unload) “We’ve got everything on the list- along with some gifts from friends.”
Donovan: (Begins walking closer to the boat) “Is that so?”
Teshteal: *eyeing up and down the crew member. So far he smells the sea and the typical smell of gun powder that many a caravan person has. Hisses* Gifts? *listening and sniffing for anything that could be a bomb or a trojan crate*
Gardio: *notices Joyce's concerned look and extends a reassuring hand* He's likely on guard because it's a new person... *To crew member after adjusting his hat* Mind if I and my associate inspect the crates?
Lucille: *quietly blinks into the water as the lullaby ends, not sure how to handle her now relaxed and still state*
Ma: (Softly, like a mother speaking to her downhearted child) “Something on your mind, love?”
Lucille: Just not used to being this relaxed. *shrugs*
Ma: (Grabs some conditioner and a comb) “Is that so? You’re on the road a lot I take it?”
Joyce: (Inches closer to Teshteal, holding out her hand to him) “It’s okay- they are good friends of ours….” (Glances back at the boat) “Really good friends….”
Crew Member: (So confused about the glowing ghoul and the strange hissy gremlin behind him) “Uh…..” (Turns to Donny with wide eyes)
Donovan: (Shrugs his shoulders) “I mean…. It ain’t like they're hiding anything.” (Gestures at the crew members who are beginning to unload the boat onto the dock) “We’ve known these guys all their lives- their parents and even grandparents too.”
Boat Captain: (Waves to Donny from the top of the deck)
Donovan: (Smiles and waves back) “Yo Trenton! Ya didn’t happen to pack a bomb on the boat, hm?”
Trenton: (Shakes his head) “And hurt dear old Mama Evie? You think I’m trying to get my head to be served on a platter?”
Goats: (Bleat from inside the boat as if confirming the captains words)
Lucille: *nods* Very. I have settlements to maintain- *tenses up, remembering all the work she has to do on quite a few settlements* I need to get back to work soon-
Ma: (Frowns slightly hearing that) “Honey, remember what I said about slowing down to give yourself time?”
Teshteal: *slowly eases out from behind the large glowing one detective with extreme caution*
Gardio: *to the crew* If you say so. *still watching warily like the gargoyle he is*
Joyce: (Reaches to take her boyfriends hand, looking between both him and Gardio) “….Is something wrong?”
Crew Member: (Still looking at Donny nervously as she rushes to follow him) “Protective much?” (Gestures at the two newcomers who seems extra wary and cautious) “Are they…..?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head as he takes a crate from a crew member that hands it to him) “Nah, but you guys didn’t hire anyone new- right?”
Crew Member: (Also shakes her head) “Nope. Some old sea dogs as it’s always been.”
Donovan: “Good.” (Motions with his chin to a spot on the ground) “Just leave the crates and boxes there- and I’ll bring ‘em inside. You know how Ma likes everything organized.”
Crew Member: “You’re sure Donny…? We can help with the sorting?”
Donovan: (Remembering Jasmine and how jumpy she is) “Nawh- I’ve got it. Besides, don’t you guys have other places to be?”
Teshteal: New people. I need to be careful that they aren't vault operatives or that I don't hurt innocent people.
Gardio: *to Teshteal* They seem like decent people-
Teshteal: *shakes his head* Not just that, I sense... something off out here. Hard to place right now. *tail twitches anxiously*
Lucille: *quietly* This isn't enough time...?
Ma: (Smiles sadly down at her, gently squeezing her hand that she never let go of) “No my dear- three days is not enough for what you went through and neither is one soothing bath.”
Lucille: That's what worked in the past. I don't see why it doesn't work now. *shrugs*
Joyce: (Looks around at the people helping with unloading the cargo) “But what’s wrong about this?”
Trenton: (Comes out with a small bundle- too small to be a baby but it’s some sort of little creature) “Joyce? Sweetheart- look who’s here.”
Joyce: (Eyes widen as she begins to approach the boat captain instead, carefully taking the bundle from him)
Donovan: (Stopped helping with unloading the crates just to watch, smiling at his little sister)
Joyce: (Squeals with excitement as she beams down at the little bundle) “Ohhhhhhh!!!! She’s adorable!!!”
Teshteal: *ears perk up and and curiosity gets the best of him so he carefully approaches Joyce to see what... or rather who she's holding. He completely forgot her question already*
Joyce: (Beams up at her boyfriend, leaning towards him to show her little bundle of joy)
The Bundle: (Contains the tiny wiggly form of a baby panda ferret who’s no older than eight weeks old)
Joyce: (Squeals as she coos down at the little noodle, scratching under its chin) “Isn’t she just the cutest!?!?”
Trenton: (Smiles at Joyce and backs off to talk with Donovan, his face getting slightly more serious)
Ma: (Tenderly as she pets Lucille’s hair) “Oh honey- that ain’t a good way to function. It is like I said before- you’re human and it’s not fair to treat yourself as less. You need rest, for both your mental and physical health.”
Lucille: That's lovely and all but I have people who depend on me. They need supplies- Defenses! I can't just lay around for a week when they're waiting on materials that could very well save their lives!
Ma: (Raises a brow at this) “Huh, If I didn’t know any better I would say you sound like you’re raising a bunch of orphaned children. Are that weak and helpless? Isn’t there someone else who can give them a hand? You’re just one person, sweetheart. You can’t do it all.” (Fearful that Lucille will crumble again under more pressure)
Teshteal: *eyes go big- as large as saucers- at the teeny little panda noodle. He resists the urge to pick her up and lifts her up above his head in awe* A little baby panoodle...! *cupping both sides of his face, trying to contain his joy. He forgets about his apprehension completely thanks to the precious little ferret*
Joyce: “Panoodle!!!!!” (Looks like she’s attempting to contain her joy just as much as Teshteal, giving a bunch of little kisses down to her new baby)
Pirate: (Running and jumping around to greet everyone as if they were old friends, tail wagging like crazy)
Trenton: (Beckons Donovan to follow him while Joyce is distracted, picking up a crate of food that is meant to go inside)
Donovan: (Gives one quick look to his little sister as he also picks up a crate to carry inside, following the captain) “What’s up?”
Trenton: “I’ve got something for ya….”
Lucille: *purses her lips in thought and goes silent in thought for a moment. Quietly* Who's going to build the defenses...? The walls...? No one else does it but me... *head spins as she begins to spiral from how much the Commonwealth depends on solely her*
Ma: (Squeezes Lucille’s hand again as even more worry floods her face) “My sweet…..” (Gently cups Lucille’s cheek with her other hand to try and get her attention before she loses the young woman) “Lucille, look at me please.”
Lucille: ... *looks up ever so slightly, her mismatched eyes trying to focus on Ma despite her spiraling thoughts on all the responsibility thrown on her*
Ma: (Gently strokes Lucille’s cheek with her thumb, her face soft and comforting) “Are you with me, sweetie?”
Teshteal: *cooing at the tiny panda noodle. Doesn't believe he's seen anything so cute in his life*
Joyce: (Moves to huddle in closer to her boyfriend again so he can get a better look at the little wiggly gal) “She’s so little!!!” (Slightly holds the bundle out so Teshteal can hold the baby if he wants)
Donovan: “Good or bad?”
Trenton: “Wish I could say good news- but sadly it ain’t…..”
Donovan: (Feels a weight of dread and exhaustion build up in his chest at that) “Oh…..”
Teshteal: *takes the baby panoodle into his arms and gently nuzzles her soft fur with his nose* So soft and sweet! *stops for a moment, admiring the adorable ball of fluff* What are you going to name her?
Joyce: (Proudly) “Gertie!!! She’s from the same mother as Gilbert!!!”
Gertie: (Gives a very tiny lick on the gremlins nose, her little paws poking out of the swaddle she’s in)
Donovan: (Sets the crate down on the kitchen counter, walking over to check on the slowly simmering pot of broth)
Trenton: (Looks like he’s dreading to bare whatever news he has to the ghoul)
Jasmine: (Whimpers ever so slightly in her sleep, also feeling a heavy load start to weigh down on her shoulders and ropes snag at her ankles- trying to pull her down in her dreams once more….. But she can also feel something else…. Something she can’t quit put her finger on…. But it’s present)
Teshteal: *giggles at the tiny ferret kiss* Awe! He's got a little sister now! *gently holds one of her tiny paws in his fingers* Wook at her wittle hands!
Joyce: (Practically shining brighter than the sun itself) “She’s so stinking cute that imma die!!!”
Gertie: (Looking between the two squealers curiously, so confused on what’s going on)
Crew Members: (Keep unloading all the goods and eventually they stroll on out with a half dozen or so sheep and goats with their young, the creatures bleating as the clamor along)
Jasmine: (Attempts to free herself from the chains that are tying and pulling her down as she feels the crushing weight of the world on bare down on her shoulders- partly recognizing that she’s dreaming and her troubles are manifesting themselves into it. She struggles for a bit, tears forming on her waterline and she’s about to scream with frustration but then she feels like what seems to be a gentle kiss on her head from behind and she freezes- hearing a low hum in the distance of her dreamworld)
Teshteal: *blinks for a moment, tail twitching upward when he realizes something. Whispers* I think we might be scaring her with all our cooing. *to the baby ferret as quietly as he possibly can* Sorry.
Joyce: (Hums lowly as her emerald eyes widen) “Ooops…..” (Reaches out to gently stroke her new baby’s face again) “Sorry Gertie….”
Gertie: (Also licks Joyce’s fingers with her tiny tongue when she can)
Lucille: Trying to be... *thoughts race on what settlement still needs what resource and how many turrets she needs to assign to another and so on...* Hard to stop when it's all you've been able to think about for the last year and a half....
Ma: (Softly) “And you do it all completely on your own? For over a year and a half now?”
Lucille: *nods grimly* No one helps...
Ma: (Heart just about snaps all over again and she has half a mind to go down to these settlements and give them an earful because poor Lucille seems to have enough trouble as it is) “It really is no wonder that you’re so overworked. But I’m sure we can work something out that doesn’t involve you trudging all around to try and fix everyone’s problems.”
Jasmine: (Her hands that were once firmly clasping Nicks shirt start to move a bit to grope behind him despise nothing being there) “Mhmmm……”
Dogmeat: (Sniffs the girl when she does this, whining softly)
Jasmine: (Eyes sparkle in her dream world as the humming gets closer and it’s unmistakeable of what it is to her) “Mamá…..” (And just like that- the weight starts to get lifted off her shoulders and her ties start to become undone)
Nick: *to dogmeat calmly* I see it, boy. Problem is- I don't want to wake her. *senses the presence himself, though for him it's more like an unknown source of heat or warmth other than the sun*
Gardio: *observing from the distance. From the sound of things, the goods involve livestock and he doesn't want to risk contaminating them with his radiation*
Teshteal: *gentle smile, or as gentle as it can be with his sharp teeth at Gertie*
Lucille: Good luck getting people to listen... If it's not farming or guard duty or some other slightly menial task, then it's all on me to keep up these places.
Ma: (Huffs slightly when she hears that) “Well that sounds to me plain unfair on your side. They cannot really expect one woman to help now can they?”
Gertie: (Licks her nose as she gazes up between Joyce and Teshteal, seemingly unbothered by Teshteal appearance since he’s friendly)
Joyce: (Nose scrunches slightly) “I think Gilbert isn’t going to be too happy- he’s spoiled that way.”
Jasmine: (Shakes off her remaining shackles in her dream and looks around with wide kitten eyes) “Mamá!!!!” (She listens for the humming, but it sounds like it’s coming from all directions so she picks one and starts running) “Mami!!!!!” (She feels another soft breath and kiss on the back of her neck this time as she runs- fueling her determination. She misses her mother so damn much….)
Dogmeat: (Noses his way on in closer to the teen as she continues to try and grab something behind Nick while kicking her feet)
Nick: Oh- Hold on, doll... *wraps his arms around her to keep her from knocking the both of them off of the lounge chair and starts rubbing her back to soothe her excitement*
Teshteal: *quiet huff* What is Gilbert to do? She'll have to live in the same house. *emphatically raises his hands, as if performing a fool in a play shrugging off a joke or a jab*
Joyce: (Giggles at Teshteal, squeezing Gertie’s bundle slightly) “You’re right. He’ll have to grow to love his little sister. Besides- I’m sure she smells like their mother.” (Sniffs the little noodle to confirm her thoughts- Gertie smelling exactly like baby Gilbert when she first got him)
Lucille: *shrugs in defeat* Apparently, they can... Doesn't matter. I like building-
Ma: (Shakes her head in disapproval at these people as she mutters something under her breath, tapping the bottom of Lucille’s chin) “I’m sure you do honey- but too much strain on one person will cause them to crumble. So no- they can’t be asking you to do everything for them. You have your own life to manage too.”
Jasmine: (Somewhat feels Nicks gentle rubs in her sleep, but she cannot really contain herself as she feels the softest of touches caress the side of her face and she runs even faster towards a bright beacon of light in the distance. Behind her she can almost hear and feels her troubles calling out to her, but the light is driving it all away for her) “Mamá!!!”
Nick: *confused- she's usually only this active in her sleep when she's having a nightmare and yet, she doesn't seem distressed*
Teshteal: *sniffs* She does smell kind of similar to the little guy...
Gardio: *still still as a statue. One would assume he is one*
Joyce: (Takes in a deep inhale of Gertie, rocking back and forth happily) “Baby ferret smell!!!”
Lucille: *mutters quietly* What life... I had a life before the war and now what? I blew up the institute- but that's all I'll ever be known for.... *splashes the water in a fit of frustration* The one who obliterated the boogeyman of the commonwealth while graciously giving homes to those who need them.
Ma: “Correct me if I am wrong- but I believe that ‘your life’ consists of the same people who helped talk you out of ending it so soon and have taken care of you.” (Tenderly rakes her fingers through Lucille’s purple hair) “They make up your life and you make up theirs in turn. That is what family is. You take care of one another and watch each others hearts and wellbeing.”
Lucille: *eyes sting with tears. She tries to hide it by averting her gaze. She doesn't know if she has the strength to return the favor to the people who do care... And now she wonders if she's failed each and every one of them, now*
Jasmine: (Hums along with the song the voice of her mother is singing- recognizing it immediately as one of the many lullabies she’d sing. It twists her heartstrings a bit, but she cannot help the smile on her face) “Mami….” (She stops running but doesn’t stop squirming to escape in real life, closing her eyes to bask in the warmth she’s feeling throughout her body)
Nick: *still holding his squirming daughter as still as he can. He keeps petting her back to comfort her*
Ma: (Smiles kindly down at the young woman) “You know- people often ask me why I do what I do. Why I devote everything I am to being a caretaker and mother when I seemingly get little in return for walking sometime walking into a blaze that could leave me with less than what I had before. What they don’t understand is that I do get something in return each and every time. I get the irreplaceable joy of seeing my babies and loved ones flourish and glow over time even in the tiniest ways. That will fill me up more than gold and glory ever wil even if it’s in the tiniest of ways like a simple glitter in their eyes in the morning at breakfast or the peaceful look on their face as they sleep in comfort.” (Gently taps the bottom of Lucille’s chin once more before she moves her hand up to tuck her short hair behind her ears even if there isn’t much to do so) “That’s what any good parent wants from their kid. I can say that your father is no different. And if I end up with taking a hard loss or a couple of hits, well then so be it. Love is the sacrifices we make for each other anyways. And if you’re wondering what you’re sacrificing here for this love- it’s that little piece of you that you keep trying to hide away from everyone. That little piece of you that’s human, tired and just wants peace and rest. Yes, that piece of you that you think is unwanted and not worth it is still precious because it’s a part of you, my love.”
Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at how loving his girlfriend is over this small creature*
Joyce: (Bounces and pats her little bundle of joy- then glances back at the house) “I wonder how we should play this out with Gilbert….”
Jasmine: (Mumbling hoarsely as she paws midair) “Mamá…. Come back…. Please….” (Kicks her feet a bit harder) “Lo siento Mami, lo mucho siento. Por favor….. Don’t leave me alone- you know I hate it….”
Translation: “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m very sorry. Please.”
Dogmeat: (Sniffles the squirming girl some more with big puppy eyes of confusion and concern because she’s making strange sounds)
The Voice: (Whispers ever so softly and comfortingly into the broken teens ear, wrapping her up in a hug of warmth and security) “Chiquilla bonita. Llegaste del cielo en un tren del amor. Tu alegre sonrisa. Me enseña en la vida, el camino mejor….”
Translation: “Pretty girly. You arrived from heaven on a train of love. You’re happy smile. It teaches me the better things in life.”
Jasmine: (Feels her heart both flood with overwhelming joy and crack into a million little pieces when she registers that- having not understood why her mother had been so adamant on singing that song to her during her prewar days…. But now it’s just becoming clear. She has to find her mother- she has to say sorry) “I’m sorry Mamá…..” (She hugs her dream self tightly and rocks back and forth on her feet, taking a couple of slow steps to follow the voice but once again it’s coming from all directions)
Nick: *whispers* What's going on in that pretty little head of yours...?
Teshteal: Hrm... Slowly? Like a cat?
Gardio: *nods*
Lucille: *lips tremble before burying her face in her hands. She wishes she COULD rest but the consequences of that feel too great*
Ma: (Softly) “Whatcha thinking about, my sweet?” (Gently allows her hand to rest on Lucille’s shoulder, looking on at the young woman with concern and understanding)
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Joyce: (Glances between Gardio and Teshteal) “I suppose so- but knowing my little stinker he’ll come running the moment he senses someone else taking up my attention then throw a tantrum.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Jasmine: (Mewls like a lost kitten looking for their mother because she essentially is, her dream self wandering aimlessly through an empty field to find a dead woman whom she swears she can feel in her heart and hear in the distance. She smiles despite being lost- because she knows that her mother is close by and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on her child) “Where are you?”
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Ma: “Oh cariño…” (Her mother instincts take ahold and she immediately drops to her knees besides the poor young woman, gently draping her arm around Lucille’s shoulder to pull her into a hug that she can easily pull out of if she desires) “Sssssh, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll figure things out all together. You can only shoulder so much on your own until you crack and crumble- but that’s what your family is here for.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Joyce: (Turns back to the lighthouse in thought, then back down at the tiny kit once more) “Well- he’s gonna have to at least tolerate her. Hopefully he quickly learns that there’s plenty of love to go around. Plus it’s not good for ferrets to be alone.”
Teshteal: *making kissy faces and baby noises at the baby ferret... his ears pick up a rustling noise in the distance of the woods but the size tells him it might be a wild animal of some kind*
Jasmine: (Suddenly perks upright from Nicks chest as if she was summoned, her hands firmly planted on his shoulders so she can steady herself as her big magical doe eyes scan the area expectingly. They gloss over both Nick and Dogmeat as if they weren’t there- obviously she’s looking for something else) “Mamá…..” (She can still feel the warmth in her heart and the prickle of a ghostly kiss on the back of her head….. But where is her mother?)
Nick: *looks where she is. His sensors pick up a faint impression of... something but it's hard to get a reading. He briefly considers heading to Acadia for calibration if not for Jasmine's behavior. Kindly, out of confusion* What about her, doll?
Lucille: *sobs into the older woman's arms*
Ma: (Locks Lucille into her strong and comforting embrace that many people had sought solace in before) “Sssshh, it’s okay. Just let it all out.”
Jasmine: (Pouts a bit when she can’t find her mother, then she tilts her head at another prickle on her cheek. She then makes grabby hands up in the air while leaning over the side of the chair, almost like she’s trying to leap out of her fathers arms)
Nick: Woah, hold on there... *pulls her back a little, unsure exactly why she's trying to leap out of the seat at nothing. Granted, it seems better than the wild thrashing from before, but it doesn't make him any less concerned about her current behavior*
Gardio: *decides that the two lovebirds should be fine so he walks back to the lighthouse to try and be of some help. He approaches the two men* If there's any cargo that isn't food or livestock to haul in or set up, I'd be willing to help.
Donovan: (Looks frazzled about something but slowly nods his head, a bottle of broth in hand) “Yeah…. Yeah, that would be nice thank you….” (He walks over to the other ghoul, holding out the bottle to him) “Give this to Detective Valentine before you go, please.”
Trenton: (Leaning against the wall, looking down in deep thought, staring Donny’s expression of worry)
Gardio: Will do. *gives an affirming nod then gives Donny a reassuring but heavy pat on the shoulder, giving him just a little radiation as a boost to help ease his frazzled nerves before he heads on up to the roof*
Donovan: (Gives a weak smile at Gardio as he leaves, then sighs heavily)
Joyce: (Goes back to squealing happily over the little one) “Oooooh, she’s too perfect!!! I can’t get enough of her sweet little face!!!”
Gertie: (Gazes up at Teshteal and Joyce, licking her nose some more)
Teshteal: *licks his own nose with his long tongue to mimic Gertie*
Gertie: (Seems fascinated by the two people in front of her, especially by the strange gremlin man mimicking her by licking his own nose)
Joyce: (Giggles some more, this time at her boyfriend) “Ack, you’re cute as well!!!”
Jasmine: (Whines when she’s kept from leaping into the air but she doesn’t seem too upset, just tries to do it again while still making grabby hands at nothing)
Nick: *sighs, knowing if he tries to snap her out of it, she'll just grow more distressed* I can't just let you go- you might hurt yourself... Maybe your mama will come closer to hold you.
Gardio: *walks up the stairs to the roof and raises an eyebrow in confusion at the girl making grabby hands in the air. It's a stark contrast to the screaming and thrashing from before. He very carefully approaches and speaks calmly so he doesn't spook her* I have broth for her.
Teshteal: *turns to her and licks his nose like he's some sort of big cat then makes a tiny chirping noise with his mouth- being the silliest of sillies to make his angel laugh*
Joyce: (Shrieks with laughter at her goofball of a boyfriend, putting a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her laughter that can be heard across the ocean)
Teshteal: *grins at how much that simple noise made her happy* I could gobble her and Gilbert up like a couple of extra big noodles! *Playfully licks his lips*
Jasmine: (Looks over at Gardio when she hears his voice and blinks slowly, then turns to her father, then back to the space up in the area she was looking at) “Mamá….” (She wiggles in her dads arms, patting on his shoulder to try and make her let go, then makes her grabby hands to be picked up by whatever she’s looking at)
Dogmeat: (Whines with confusion, trying to lick the girl)
Gardio: *finally next to the chair. He sets the bottle down next to Nick* Here... Do you think she'll drink it in this state?
Nick: I haven't a clue... *to Jasmine* Hey, kitten. Do you think your Mama would be happy if you drank this broth? *picks up the bottle and holds it up* I think she would. *gently smiling at her*
Jasmine: “Mamá….” (Takes her eyes off the air with a wistful and somber, deep longing look in her eyes, letting her hands rest back on her Dads shoulders as she turns to look at him. She tilts her head to one side, then seems to register that it’s him and she breaks out into a warm smile)
Nick: *smiles just as warmly back, relieved to se that she's isn't suffering for once* It's good to see that smile. Would you like some broth? *Offers it to her once more to see if she'll take it or not*
Gardio: *amazed that the girl looks so at peace. He glances over at the spector she was making grabby hands at a second ago*
Nick: *thinks to himself* So he can see it, too? Well that means it's not a simple calibration issue...
Jasmine: (Softly) “Daddy….” (Gently presses her forehead to his while putting a hand on his cheek, sighing softly, not acknowledging what he’s offering her)
The Object: (Appears to be a misty ball of white light up in the sky, now fading out so it’s almost completely transparent)
Nick: *sighs and sets the bottle down* I suppose not... *Reaches up with his bad hand and strokes her cheek, then attempts to brush a stray hair from her face* Hey, kiddo.
Gardio: *watching as it disappears, wondering what or who that could have been... Whatever it was seemed to have a calming effect on the girl. Quietly he turns to and starts for the stairs* I'm going to help Donny. I promised him that I'd help.
Jasmine: (Hums happily in greeting, sighing as she slinks down to rest her head against Nicks chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his inner workings while the sun shines over them. She’s still tired, like her body is light years away from being fully recharged)
Joyce: “Oooohhh- I so hope they get along well!!! I would love to have a ferret snuggle session!!!”
Teshteal: *looks up and notices Gardio's left* We should... Probably go back. Dio left- *slight panic enters his voice* Why did he leave-?
Joyce: (Looks around) “Hm, I don’t know. Maybe he went to help Donny with the stuff.”
Teshteal: Yeah... *Shaking a little. He can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end again* I don't feel safe out here, though... Let's head back. *Turns to the lighthouse*
Joyce: (Seems concerned but she follows along) “Errrrrm…. Okay then. But can I ask, why don’t you feel safe?”
Teshteal: *glances at the ship* I don't know those people. I don't know if they're from that hellish place. *Already walking along*
Joyce: (Walks alongside him, confused) “What place? These our Ma and Donny’s friends, they’ve known them for a long time.”
Donovan: (Already putting away some of the stuff he brought in, raising his head when Gardio pokes his head in) “Handed it off?”
Gardio: As good as done. She still seemed sleepy though... *Fully steps into the kitchen* What do you need help with bringing in?
Donovan: (Rubs his forehead for a moment, then starts walking to the door past Gardio) “The stuff with the storage labels go into the basement, the kitchen labels go the kitchen, and the rest into the living room. Mama will sort them out later.”
Jasmine: (Her eyes click up to her father as she rests, lifting a hand to gently touch the side of his neck where there’s a large gash, humming a bit sadly and with concern)
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Nick: *tenderly takes her hand in his right* Don't worry. My sealants still seem to be intact... *Mutters, thinking about all the times Lucille led them into a flooded building* So far...
Teshteal: The place that turned me into this. The place that made my life hell the moment I stepped in it- *the slits of his eyes narrow with dread as the sound of commands, shouts, and manipulative sweet urgings grow louder and louder*
Gardio: Got it... And none of these would be damaged or tainted easily with radiation?
Jasmine: (Still eyes up her Dad with concern, blinking slowly at the patches and worn down skin on his neck and face)
Joyce: (Timidly, taking and squeezing Gertie’s bundle to her chest) “Teshteal? You okay…?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “Nawh, the crates and containers they are in are sealed tight. Should be all good.”
Nick: *sees where she's eyeing and waves it away, as if shooing a fly* Eh, cosmetic... Don't worry yourself with it. *Wry laugh* I'll get it replaced, one day. Haven't seen a need to, yet... *Readjusts his hold on her so she's more comfortable* How about you focus on getting some sleep and I'll think about that, hm?
Gardio: *starts moving the the crates to their new and proper homes as Donny instructed. Taking great care not to drop any of their precious belongings*
Teshteal: No. I'll never be okay... *Spiralling* Why would I deserve that? I've always been a terrible excuse for a person. I couldn't even do simple tasks without messing up! How have I survived this long? Are the people on the boat spies? Soldiers operating on a code word? Is everyone in danger? Are they after me-?
Jasmine: (Is now also focused on his bad hand that she siezes and brings up to her face, playing with his fingers curiously)
Donovan: (Goes outside to bring in more crates, walking a bit slowly)
Joyce: (Gets even more worried and stops walking) “Teshteal? No- you'll be okay, you’re not a terrible person…”
Nick: *softly hums* Try not to pinch yourself on the joints... *Keeping his hand slack so she can play as she likes*
Gardio: *soon as most of the items neatly stacked where they need to be. He starts getting in a rhythm with Donny, taking them from the younger man's hands and eventually noticing his slow pace* Are you alright? You seem sluggish with a few of these packages.
Teshteal: *crouches in the middle of the path, his tail swishing wildly* Th-then why do I keep getting these thoughts to kill or hurt everyone around me? Why do I want to act on them?! Do I actually love you? *He grips and tugs at his hair* Or is that just a means to a horrific end?! Why do they still control me-?!
Jasmine: (Toys with his fingers, tilting her head curiously while humming a note in question, wondering what happened to the skin on his hand)
Donovan: “Hm? Oh, I’m alright…. Just thinking about things….” (Gives Gardio another forced smile and nod) “I’ve gotta help Ma set up the large clawfoot tub they brought for her in her master bathroom, I want her to be able to have that spa bath she talked about.”
Joyce: (Swallows hard, her voice shaking. She wants to be able to spit out something wise for her boyfriend to ponder, but she can’t find the right words. So she goes back to what she only knows) “Teshteal? Can you take some deep breaths? You’re safe here….” (Wonders if she should run and go find Gardio or Nick)
Teshteal: *he tries to take a deep breath, but somehow chokes on it and swears between coughs. Despite this, he keeps trying to breathe deeply, eventually succeeding*
Gardio: Would you like some help with that? I can install the tub, too. It wouldn't be a problem at all for me in fact. *flashes a confident but also helpful smile* It's the least I could do to repay you all for housing us.
Nick: *sensing the question hinted at by that solitary hum* Lost that doing repairs on Diamond City. Or at least that's what I would say if it weren't from another model. Seems we generation 2 synths can't keep the skin on our bones.
Joyce: (Breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that it’s working, lightly petting his messy hair) “You’re okay…. We’re safe here…. We can go inside and get you a cup of some nice cold water.”
Donovan: (Looks at Gardio with partial astonishment) “Really? You can do that?”
Jasmine: (Nods her head slowly to show that she understands, then lightly runs her fingers near the gash on his neck, her eyes flickering to him expectingly)
Teshteal: *flinches a little, not expecting the comforting gesture. He leans into it, much like a cat headbutting their owner's hand. Softly* Okay... I'm sorry...
Gardio: Of course! Wouldn't be the first time I've hauled a tub up a set of stairs. I did that in my old settlement a few of times for folks. *Gestures vaguely with a tilt of his head as he hauls another crate to the kitchen* Just point me to the tub, where you want it, the plumbing supplies, and the water supply and a I'll have it done by the end of the day!
Nick: That's a combination of a lot of hard detective work, living in the ruins, and, you'd guess it, fixing up Diamond City... *Pets her head with his good hand*
Joyce: “It’s alright, here….” (Holds out her hand to him with a gentle and understanding smile) “Let’s go inside.”
Donovan: (Rubs the back of his head) “The tub is probably still on the dock and you can ask someone to help you wheel it in. The tub goes into the bathroom in Ma’s room and I’ll let her know so that you don’t give her a fright. The rest of the stuff should be in a little utility room in the basement.”
Jasmine: (Looks up at her Dad with her sparkling amber eyes that catch the sunlight and reflect beautifully, smiling at him, still toying with his bad hand)
Teshteal: *slowly takes her hand and lets her head him to the house*
Gardio: Understood. *Flashes a confident smile as he makes his way to the door. As he passes by the pair, his look shifts to concern. He doesn't stop walking, keeping mind of his deadline*
Nick: *taken back by the honey colored eyes before fondly smiling at her. Again, he's just happy to see that she's in such good spirits for once.*
Joyce: (Shifts the little bundle in her arms, gently squeezing her boyfriends hand, leading him back to the house)
Donovan: (Waves him off and just kinda stands there in the living room for a moment, taking a deep breath)
Jasmine: (Cutely scrunches her nose, whatever that light was surely brightened her soul back up, it’s even reflected in her eyes that aren’t resembling a haunted doll at the moment)
Nick: *wonders if this is the most she's been this calm and hopeful since they first met, not counting the trip through her memories*
Gardio: *reaches the dock and eyes the huge crate containing the tub. He approaches the crew working the boat with a wave* Mind if I get some help hauling this to the lighthouse? *He thinks he hears the brush rustle behind him, but shrugs it off as a gust of wind blows through the nearby treetops*
Teshteal: *face goes red, looking at their joined hands, both flustered and embarrassed simultaneously. Flustered because of the contact. Embarrassed for his breakdown just moments before*
Joyce: (Leads him inside to the kitchen, opening the fridge to browse what’s inside, deciding to take out a small pitcher of what appears to be lemonade) “Want some of this too? Or just water?”
Crewman: “Yup. It’s too bad we don’t have our forklift.” (Motions for everyone nearby to gather around the crate that’s on wheels so they can push and pull it with rope)
Jasmine: (Softly, and hoarsely because of her screaming and crying earlier) “You okay?”
Nick: I'm more than okay- you seem to be doing better and that's done me a world of good in itself!
Gardio: That is a shame. *Clucks as he walks along the tub* I'll push. *Gets behind the crate and braces himself against it, squatting so his legs do all the work* When you're all ready.
Teshteal: *sniffs the pitcher. It's definitely lemonade adjacent* I'll take it.
Lucille: *heaves a deep, relieved breath, the pressure worked out of her system* Thank you, Mama Evie...
Jasmine: (Searches her fathers eyes for a moment before nodding, glancing down at herself, then their surroundings, trying to catch up on what the hell is even going on)
Crewman: “Alright then. One…. Two…. Three!!!” (With that they all start pull on the crate to haul it up to the lighthouse with Gardios help)
Joyce: (Takes out two glasses and pours herself and Teshteal some lemonade, handing him his glass with her still warm smile) “Here you go!”
Ma: (Tenderly, stroking Lucille’s head) “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Nick: If you're wondering why you're up here, you crawled onto the roof from the window.
Teshteal: *accepts the glass, his hand trembles but he feigns a smile as he sips the tangy drink*
Gardio: *with his strength they make short work of it. Before they know it, they're at the doorstep* Good work! Thank you for the help! *Considers talking to Donny to see if there's anything they can do to pay them back extra for their service*
Lucille: ...I think I'm ready to get out of the bath, now...
Jasmine: (Looks like she’s about to ask more questions but then she hears voices coming from the bottom of the house and she gets spooked since she’s underdress, snagging her dads coat that Ma had brought up earlier to throw over her, curling up to her dad for safety)
Joyce: (Takes and squeezes his hand in hers, beaming at him as she drinks her lemonade)
Crewman: “No problem. Anything for the good mother.” (Starts to walk back the house with the others to finish the rest of the stuff)
Donovan: (Comes up from the basement where he was putting away more stuff)
Ma: (Nods and rises from the chair to grab a large towel for Lucille, offering her arm for support) “Okay honey, just move slowly for me and don’t put pressure on your ankle.”
Nick: *laughs a little and rubs her shoulder* Don't worry, doll. I got ya... I think I'm the only person in earshot if you're wandering what's going on.
Gardio: *goes down to the basement, quickly locating the utility room and fetching a crowbar to free the tub from its wooden prison. It isn't long before he's on the front step again and doing just that*
Teshteal: *blushes again, his ears pricking up a little... Quietly* I get so flustered around you... *Takes an awkward small sip of his drink*
Lucille: *wry laugh at that* I've walked on worse- *Attempts to rise but nearly falls over from the shooting pain in her ankle. She supports herself with the side of the tub*
Jasmine: (Shivers with fright and because she’s actually cold for once, huddling up to the warm safety that is dad. She peeps just her head out so she can look up at Nick and breath better, tightly clinging to him)
Donovan: (Had walked into the kitchen and raises a brow at the two) “Having a drink?”
Joyce: (Giggles and nods, balancing Gertie’s bundle in the crook of her arm) “Yup- drinking some of the lemonade I helped Mama make.”
Ma: (Firmly) “But under my watch you won’t. Come here.” (Puts her arm under Lucille’s so she can guide her out of the tub and onto the chair)
Nick: Cold? I think this broth here is still warm enough to do some good if you'll take it... *Jerks his head at the bottle as he rubs the small of her back*
Teshteal: *turns an even darker shade of red as he keeps the drink to his mouth, hoping it can hide his face. He doesn't even remember if Donny knows about their relationship*
Gardio: *props open the door then takes in a few deep breaths and lifts the giant tub on his own, occasionally grunting as he carries it through the house to its final designation*
Lucille: *hangs onto the older woman for support. She mentally curses the state her body is currently in- unable to support its own weight*
Jasmine: (Blinks up at Nick, her eyes getting a light mist to them) “Tainted….?”
Donovan: (Chuckles and waves a teasing finger at Joyce and Teshteal) “No closed doors.”
Joyce: (Rolls her eyes) “I’m not twelve! Plus- Gilbert wouldn’t allow anything anyways.”
Ma: (In one fast and fluid motion she wraps Lucille in the blanket and plucks her out of the water, seating her in the chair) “There we go, now ya can dry off and get dressed.”
Nick: What? Tainted...? *A horrific realization of what she means dawns on him, but instead he firmly shakes his head* I doubt Donny would do that to you... But it if makes you feel better, I'll test it for you *Reaches for the bottle, tips it, then massages the top. A couple drops of the broth lands in his mouth. He mimes chewing to get a better sense of the flavor then tilts his head* No, not tainted. There's a bunch of salt and herbs. But other than that, it's your run of the mill beef broth. *Offers the bottle to her*
Teshteal: *panicking a little. He's definitely stronger than a ferret and there's always the risk of losing himself to the programming looming over his head. He just keeps sipping his lemonade, pretending everything's fine. He's caused enough trouble, for now.*
Lucille: *blinks with slightly wide eyes. For a moment she reexamines all the scars on her body, then she reaches up to her hair and lets out a mild gasp... It's gotten a bit longer since she's cut it, last.* Another thing I'm going to have to take care of later, I guess... *Starts to reach for her clothes*
Gardio: *managed to get it all the way up to Ma's bathroom. He heaves a sigh of relief once it's out of his arms. He wipes his hands together and presses them on his hips as he assesses the situation before getting the tools*
Jasmine: (Stares at her dad almost in astonishment now) “Donny….” (Covers her mouth and mumbles something into it that sounds foreign, then giggles as she closes her eyes) “Donny….” (Opens her eyes with a disoriented expression, banging the side of her forehead with the palm of her hand, trying to get herself to process things better. Her head hurts and so does her stomach, but it’s probably hunger at this point. She takes the bottle into her mouth and slowly starts to suck, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something)
Donovan: (Gestures at Gertie in her bundle, approaching so he can see the new little one) “Aaawww, she’s so precious.” (Reaches out to gives the baby some scritches on the top of her head)
Gertie: (Leans into it and closes her eyes, licking her nose again)
Joyce: (Excitedly, lemonade dribbling down her chin) “I know!!! She’s more adorable than I ever could’ve imagined!!!”
Ma: (Offers Lucille some lotion if she wants it) “I could give you a haircut later, honey. I have all the tools, but you did just take a shower. Unless you’re one of those who don’t feel like ants are all over them after a haircut and don’t have the need to take a rinse.”
Ma’s Room: (Pretty large since it’s the master bedroom and well decorated, a distinct scent of flowers in the air. There’s a big bed with luscious pillows and sheets positioned at the left wall with two nightstands on each side of it, but only one of them is full of stuff while the other remains bare besides a lamp. Her rocking chair is besides a collection of books, a TV, and holotapes of what seem to be playlists of songs from the labels that are either titles of full albums or specially mixed playlists, in both English and Spanish. Also a few movies and shows are mixed in there. There’s a large vanity besides the walk-in closet that’s lined with different perfumes and other ladies trinkets. She also has a sewing station set up complete with a high grade sewing machine and an adjustable dress form. The rest of the room is decorated with a rug and a few decor items and her walls are plastered with photos of different people of varying ages from infants to older folks, sometimes Ma is in posing those photos with Donny also making an appearance)
Ma’s Bathroom: (A dreamy pink bathroom with patterns of hearts on the walls. On the floor are matching bath mats and matching towels are hung up on the walls. There’s a empty spot in the little indent meant for a tub that had long been removed to make way for the new one)
Lucille: Yeah, you're right. I would get pretty itchy. *Accepts the lotion and starts to rub it on herself before putting on her clothes completely*
Nick: *glad to see she's drinking something without much fuss. He does wonder what's on her mind but he's not going to interrupt her*
Teshteal: *notices the lemonade dribbling down her chin and finally puts down the cup, dashing for a hand towel then, with a surprising delicate and gentle touch, dabs the liquid dry from her face. Sweetly* Swallow next time before you speak... Okay?
Gardio: *a little awestruck when he can finally fully view the room upon return. He feels like he just stepped into a movie... Then has to remind himself that over 200 years ago, people had lusciously decorated and populated rooms like these... He takes a moment to admire the sewing machine, the TV and holotapes, the records, and bed. It almost brings a tear to his eye. He doesn't know why- the whole house is a snapshot of life before the bombs... He sighs as he looks at all the photos with a nostalgically sad smile*
Jasmine: (Settles down against Nicks chest again, eyes still locked up on him) (Signing) “Speak, please.” (Wants to hear his voice right now since it’s so soothing)
Joyce: (Crinkles her nose at Teshteal) “Okay I’ll try, but no promises.”
Donovan: (As he gets himself a glass of water) “She does the same thing with snacks, which is why Pirate always hovers near her feet when she’s talking.”
Pirate: (Is in fact hovering near under the table)
Ma: (Strokes Lucille’s damp hair) “Would you like me to call your father to come help you, or would you like some crutches to use?”
The Photos: (Are all in uniquely decorated photo frames, each one lovingly handcrafted for each photo it holds)
Nick: Heh. Want to hear my thoughts? I could ask you the same, honestly. How's your memory from the last day or so?
Teshteal: *light chuckle. Something about that reminds him of himself*
Gardio: *fond smile despite not knowing any of them. He decides to get started on installing this tub, only heading out for a moment to turn off the water then back up to attach the pipe to the tub itself, plumbers glue, caulk and all. Part of him wonders if he should fashion a shroud for the pipe so it doesn't look garrish against the emaculate bathroom, but he finds it's well hidden with some adjustments to the plumbing and position of the tub*
Lucille: Get me some crutches. I'll figure out how to get to the attic. *Finally fully clothed... Though she does miss some of the secure feeling her armor gave her*
Jasmine: (Makes a so-so motion with her hand, shaking her head) (Signing) “Foggy.”
Donovan: (Pats Joyce’s shoulder) “I need you to help me with getting some of the smaller broken down crates back to the dock so they can take them back.”
Joyce: (Sets her glass down) “Okay!” (Holds out Gertie’s bundle to Teshteal) “Do you mind watching her for me while I help Donny?”
Ma: “Oh sweetheart, there are a lot of stairs to get back up there. I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind coming back down to help you.” (Gently cups her cheek and tilts her face up to hers) “He wouldn’t want you to fall, and neither would I.”
Nick: Do you remember where we are...?
Lucille: I'm sure I could get back up. I'm sturdier than that... Besides he's probably busy with something. I don't want to bother him-
Teshteal: *takes Gertie and holds her close to his chest* Sure! Be careful out there!
Gardio: *fiddling with the pieces of pipe he brought up to make sure he has all the right bends and connections and that they're the right size for the tub... It's not like he can just go down to the hardware store and buy more pipe.*
Jasmine: (Raises her head a bit more to slowly look around, eyes going up to the lighthouse where she had previously put a gun to her own head, the pieces hardly clicking in her head) (Quietly) “Donny….”
Joyce: “I will be, don’t worry!” (Walks off to grab some of the crates off the counter and carry them off.”
Donovan: (Quickly follows after her after a wave to Teshteal over his shoulder, mind occupied with something else already)
Ma: “Love, what did we just discuss, hm? That your family is here to help you, that it what families do.” (Starts to walk to the door, looking at the young woman over her shoulder) “I’ll go find your father, your wellbeing never should be a bother to him.”
Teshteal: *blinks before looking down at the tiny ferret resting her head just outside of her bindle* She'll be okay, right...?
Nick: I take it from that look, you do- at least a little. *Nods his head at the bottle* Looks like you still have some broth left...
Gardio: *fitting the connectors together then test fitting them to the tub and water line as Ma comes up to get him*
Lucille: *frowns at her feet. No one bothered to simply reach out and help her when she was over encumbered or injured in the past two years. Sure there was the occasional offer to lighten the load, but often they had too much on their hands as it was. Unless her companions were fighting something on her behalf, there was hardly any assistance if she was injured... The only exception was when she lost a limb and an eye. Or her wife gave her a stimpak for her troubles*
Jasmine: (Nods her head at the bottle and continues to drink while staring at Nick with interest)
Gertie: (Licks her nose some more and yawns, blinking up at the gremlin like the baby she is)
Donovan: (Sees Ma leave the bathroom just before he goes back outside) “Detective Chapel is helping with your bathtub.”
Ma: “Oh really? How sweet of him.” (Smiles and quickly heads up the stairs to find Gardio. She lightly knocks on her own door so she doesn’t startle him entering) “Detective Chapel?” (Steps into her room and walks over to her bathroom)
Nick: *looks lost in thought about something again. He wonders if she even remembers her outburst at Lucille. Now probably wouldn't be a good time to bring it up*
Gardio: *has the tub pulled out at an angle so he can reach the pipes. Currently he's fastening then to the wall, glue and caulk already applied* Yes, ma'am? *He fastens the last section of pipe to the wall*
Lucille: *thinks about trying to stand but then she remembers the struggle of getting up in the tub. She grunts in annoyance. She already feels like a terrible person but now she's just pathetic...*
Teshteal: *licks his own nose in response and giggles* Yeah. She'll be fine. *Pokes the bridge of Girtie's little nose playfully*
Jasmine: (Still wants to hear her Dads voice so she lightly taps on his shoulder for his attention)
Gertie: (Cutely nibbles on Teshteals finger)
Ma: (Leans against the doorway of her bathroom) “Your daughter needs some help getting back upstairs, she’s done bathing and is waiting in the bathroom.”
Nick: Hm? Sorry, I was thinking of Lucille... What is it, Rosie?
Teshteal: *laughs* Hey, that tickles! *Attempts to remove his finger* You're such a wittle baby! Yes you are! *Pets the top of her little head*
Gardio: Oh? *Finishes securing the pipe, then pivots the tub back in place so he can attach it properly when he gets back* I'll be right down. *Rubs the sweat from his brow before wiping his hands on a work towel he snagged from the utility room. He approaches Ma just before leaving* Thank you for letting me know. And thank you for taking care of her...
Jasmine: (Face crinkles with disdain when she hears Lucille’s name, securing her fathers coat more over herself) (Signing) “Talk to me, please.”
Gertie: (Gives Teshteal a bunch of little licks with her itty-bitty tongue)
Ma: (Steps out of the way so he may pass) “You’re more than welcome…” (Sighs sadly) “May I add- you should have a talk with your daughter about her current life arrangements centering around her settlements. The poor dear sounds like she’s shouldering a lot more than one should on her own, and I do not think it’s helping her mental state.”
Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Eight
Masterlist
Teshteal: *hides behind Gardio suddenly, sniffing the air to see if this person's friend or foe*
Gardio: *not sure why he's hiding suddenly since he knows the smaller man can easily kill a horde of super mutants*
Joyce: (Immediately notices and turns to face Teshteal, worry on her face) “Teshteal….?”
Donovan: (To the crew member) “Safe trip?” (Extends his hand for a handshake)
Crew Member: (Grips Donny’s arm with hers, flashing a friendly smile) “The waters got a little rough, but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle.” (Gestures behind her at the rest of the crew members who are starting to unload) “We’ve got everything on the list- along with some gifts from friends.”
Donovan: (Begins walking closer to the boat) “Is that so?”
Teshteal: *eyeing up and down the crew member. So far he smells the sea and the typical smell of gun powder that many a caravan person has. Hisses* Gifts? *listening and sniffing for anything that could be a bomb or a trojan crate*
Gardio: *notices Joyce's concerned look and extends a reassuring hand* He's likely on guard because it's a new person... *To crew member after adjusting his hat* Mind if I and my associate inspect the crates?
Lucille: *quietly blinks into the water as the lullaby ends, not sure how to handle her now relaxed and still state*
Ma: (Softly, like a mother speaking to her downhearted child) “Something on your mind, love?”
Lucille: Just not used to being this relaxed. *shrugs*
Ma: (Grabs some conditioner and a comb) “Is that so? You’re on the road a lot I take it?”
Joyce: (Inches closer to Teshteal, holding out her hand to him) “It’s okay- they are good friends of ours….” (Glances back at the boat) “Really good friends….”
Crew Member: (So confused about the glowing ghoul and the strange hissy gremlin behind him) “Uh…..” (Turns to Donny with wide eyes)
Donovan: (Shrugs his shoulders) “I mean…. It ain’t like they're hiding anything.” (Gestures at the crew members who are beginning to unload the boat onto the dock) “We’ve known these guys all their lives- their parents and even grandparents too.”
Boat Captain: (Waves to Donny from the top of the deck)
Donovan: (Smiles and waves back) “Yo Trenton! Ya didn’t happen to pack a bomb on the boat, hm?”
Trenton: (Shakes his head) “And hurt dear old Mama Evie? You think I’m trying to get my head to be served on a platter?”
Goats: (Bleat from inside the boat as if confirming the captains words)
Lucille: *nods* Very. I have settlements to maintain- *tenses up, remembering all the work she has to do on quite a few settlements* I need to get back to work soon-
Ma: (Frowns slightly hearing that) “Honey, remember what I said about slowing down to give yourself time?”
Teshteal: *slowly eases out from behind the large glowing one detective with extreme caution*
Gardio: *to the crew* If you say so. *still watching warily like the gargoyle he is*
Joyce: (Reaches to take her boyfriends hand, looking between both him and Gardio) “….Is something wrong?”
Crew Member: (Still looking at Donny nervously as she rushes to follow him) “Protective much?” (Gestures at the two newcomers who seems extra wary and cautious) “Are they…..?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head as he takes a crate from a crew member that hands it to him) “Nah, but you guys didn’t hire anyone new- right?”
Crew Member: (Also shakes her head) “Nope. Some old sea dogs as it’s always been.”
Donovan: “Good.” (Motions with his chin to a spot on the ground) “Just leave the crates and boxes there- and I’ll bring ‘em inside. You know how Ma likes everything organized.”
Crew Member: “You’re sure Donny…? We can help with the sorting?”
Donovan: (Remembering Jasmine and how jumpy she is) “Nawh- I’ve got it. Besides, don’t you guys have other places to be?”
Teshteal: New people. I need to be careful that they aren't vault operatives or that I don't hurt innocent people.
Gardio: *to Teshteal* They seem like decent people-
Teshteal: *shakes his head* Not just that, I sense... something off out here. Hard to place right now. *tail twitches anxiously*
Lucille: *quietly* This isn't enough time...?
Ma: (Smiles sadly down at her, gently squeezing her hand that she never let go of) “No my dear- three days is not enough for what you went through and neither is one soothing bath.”
Lucille: That's what worked in the past. I don't see why it doesn't work now. *shrugs*
Joyce: (Looks around at the people helping with unloading the cargo) “But what’s wrong about this?”
Trenton: (Comes out with a small bundle- too small to be a baby but it’s some sort of little creature) “Joyce? Sweetheart- look who’s here.”
Joyce: (Eyes widen as she begins to approach the boat captain instead, carefully taking the bundle from him)
Donovan: (Stopped helping with unloading the crates just to watch, smiling at his little sister)
Joyce: (Squeals with excitement as she beams down at the little bundle) “Ohhhhhhh!!!! She’s adorable!!!”
Teshteal: *ears perk up and and curiosity gets the best of him so he carefully approaches Joyce to see what... or rather who she's holding. He completely forgot her question already*
Joyce: (Beams up at her boyfriend, leaning towards him to show her little bundle of joy)
The Bundle: (Contains the tiny wiggly form of a baby panda ferret who’s no older than eight weeks old)
Joyce: (Squeals as she coos down at the little noodle, scratching under its chin) “Isn’t she just the cutest!?!?”
Trenton: (Smiles at Joyce and backs off to talk with Donovan, his face getting slightly more serious)
Ma: (Tenderly as she pets Lucille’s hair) “Oh honey- that ain’t a good way to function. It is like I said before- you’re human and it’s not fair to treat yourself as less. You need rest, for both your mental and physical health.”
Lucille: That's lovely and all but I have people who depend on me. They need supplies- Defenses! I can't just lay around for a week when they're waiting on materials that could very well save their lives!
Ma: (Raises a brow at this) “Huh, If I didn’t know any better I would say you sound like you’re raising a bunch of orphaned children. Are that weak and helpless? Isn’t there someone else who can give them a hand? You’re just one person, sweetheart. You can’t do it all.” (Fearful that Lucille will crumble again under more pressure)
Teshteal: *eyes go big- as large as saucers- at the teeny little panda noodle. He resists the urge to pick her up and lifts her up above his head in awe* A little baby panoodle...! *cupping both sides of his face, trying to contain his joy. He forgets about his apprehension completely thanks to the precious little ferret*
Joyce: “Panoodle!!!!!” (Looks like she’s attempting to contain her joy just as much as Teshteal, giving a bunch of little kisses down to her new baby)
Pirate: (Running and jumping around to greet everyone as if they were old friends, tail wagging like crazy)
Trenton: (Beckons Donovan to follow him while Joyce is distracted, picking up a crate of food that is meant to go inside)
Donovan: (Gives one quick look to his little sister as he also picks up a crate to carry inside, following the captain) “What’s up?”
Trenton: “I’ve got something for ya….”
Lucille: *purses her lips in thought and goes silent in thought for a moment. Quietly* Who's going to build the defenses...? The walls...? No one else does it but me... *head spins as she begins to spiral from how much the Commonwealth depends on solely her*
Ma: (Squeezes Lucille’s hand again as even more worry floods her face) “My sweet…..” (Gently cups Lucille’s cheek with her other hand to try and get her attention before she loses the young woman) “Lucille, look at me please.”
Lucille: ... *looks up ever so slightly, her mismatched eyes trying to focus on Ma despite her spiraling thoughts on all the responsibility thrown on her*
Ma: (Gently strokes Lucille’s cheek with her thumb, her face soft and comforting) “Are you with me, sweetie?”
Teshteal: *cooing at the tiny panda noodle. Doesn't believe he's seen anything so cute in his life*
Joyce: (Moves to huddle in closer to her boyfriend again so he can get a better look at the little wiggly gal) “She’s so little!!!” (Slightly holds the bundle out so Teshteal can hold the baby if he wants)
Donovan: “Good or bad?”
Trenton: “Wish I could say good news- but sadly it ain’t…..”
Donovan: (Feels a weight of dread and exhaustion build up in his chest at that) “Oh…..”
Teshteal: *takes the baby panoodle into his arms and gently nuzzles her soft fur with his nose* So soft and sweet! *stops for a moment, admiring the adorable ball of fluff* What are you going to name her?
Joyce: (Proudly) “Gertie!!! She’s from the same mother as Gilbert!!!”
Gertie: (Gives a very tiny lick on the gremlins nose, her little paws poking out of the swaddle she’s in)
Donovan: (Sets the crate down on the kitchen counter, walking over to check on the slowly simmering pot of broth)
Trenton: (Looks like he’s dreading to bare whatever news he has to the ghoul)
Jasmine: (Whimpers ever so slightly in her sleep, also feeling a heavy load start to weigh down on her shoulders and ropes snag at her ankles- trying to pull her down in her dreams once more….. But she can also feel something else…. Something she can’t quit put her finger on…. But it’s present)
Teshteal: *giggles at the tiny ferret kiss* Awe! He's got a little sister now! *gently holds one of her tiny paws in his fingers* Wook at her wittle hands!
Joyce: (Practically shining brighter than the sun itself) “She’s so stinking cute that imma die!!!”
Gertie: (Looking between the two squealers curiously, so confused on what’s going on)
Crew Members: (Keep unloading all the goods and eventually they stroll on out with a half dozen or so sheep and goats with their young, the creatures bleating as the clamor along)
Jasmine: (Attempts to free herself from the chains that are tying and pulling her down as she feels the crushing weight of the world on bare down on her shoulders- partly recognizing that she’s dreaming and her troubles are manifesting themselves into it. She struggles for a bit, tears forming on her waterline and she’s about to scream with frustration but then she feels like what seems to be a gentle kiss on her head from behind and she freezes- hearing a low hum in the distance of her dreamworld)
Teshteal: *blinks for a moment, tail twitching upward when he realizes something. Whispers* I think we might be scaring her with all our cooing. *to the baby ferret as quietly as he possibly can* Sorry.
Joyce: (Hums lowly as her emerald eyes widen) “Ooops…..” (Reaches out to gently stroke her new baby’s face again) “Sorry Gertie….”
Gertie: (Also licks Joyce’s fingers with her tiny tongue when she can)
Lucille: Trying to be... *thoughts race on what settlement still needs what resource and how many turrets she needs to assign to another and so on...* Hard to stop when it's all you've been able to think about for the last year and a half....
Ma: (Softly) “And you do it all completely on your own? For over a year and a half now?”
Lucille: *nods grimly* No one helps...
Ma: (Heart just about snaps all over again and she has half a mind to go down to these settlements and give them an earful because poor Lucille seems to have enough trouble as it is) “It really is no wonder that you’re so overworked. But I’m sure we can work something out that doesn’t involve you trudging all around to try and fix everyone’s problems.”
Jasmine: (Her hands that were once firmly clasping Nicks shirt start to move a bit to grope behind him despise nothing being there) “Mhmmm……”
Dogmeat: (Sniffs the girl when she does this, whining softly)
Jasmine: (Eyes sparkle in her dream world as the humming gets closer and it’s unmistakeable of what it is to her) “Mamá…..” (And just like that- the weight starts to get lifted off her shoulders and her ties start to become undone)
Nick: *to dogmeat calmly* I see it, boy. Problem is- I don't want to wake her. *senses the presence himself, though for him it's more like an unknown source of heat or warmth other than the sun*
Gardio: *observing from the distance. From the sound of things, the goods involve livestock and he doesn't want to risk contaminating them with his radiation*
Teshteal: *gentle smile, or as gentle as it can be with his sharp teeth at Gertie*
Lucille: Good luck getting people to listen... If it's not farming or guard duty or some other slightly menial task, then it's all on me to keep up these places.
Ma: (Huffs slightly when she hears that) “Well that sounds to me plain unfair on your side. They cannot really expect one woman to help now can they?”
Gertie: (Licks her nose as she gazes up between Joyce and Teshteal, seemingly unbothered by Teshteal appearance since he’s friendly)
Joyce: (Nose scrunches slightly) “I think Gilbert isn’t going to be too happy- he’s spoiled that way.”
Jasmine: (Shakes off her remaining shackles in her dream and looks around with wide kitten eyes) “Mamá!!!!” (She listens for the humming, but it sounds like it’s coming from all directions so she picks one and starts running) “Mami!!!!!” (She feels another soft breath and kiss on the back of her neck this time as she runs- fueling her determination. She misses her mother so damn much….)
Dogmeat: (Noses his way on in closer to the teen as she continues to try and grab something behind Nick while kicking her feet)
Nick: Oh- Hold on, doll... *wraps his arms around her to keep her from knocking the both of them off of the lounge chair and starts rubbing her back to soothe her excitement*
Teshteal: *quiet huff* What is Gilbert to do? She'll have to live in the same house. *emphatically raises his hands, as if performing a fool in a play shrugging off a joke or a jab*
Joyce: (Giggles at Teshteal, squeezing Gertie’s bundle slightly) “You’re right. He’ll have to grow to love his little sister. Besides- I’m sure she smells like their mother.” (Sniffs the little noodle to confirm her thoughts- Gertie smelling exactly like baby Gilbert when she first got him)
Lucille: *shrugs in defeat* Apparently, they can... Doesn't matter. I like building-
Ma: (Shakes her head in disapproval at these people as she mutters something under her breath, tapping the bottom of Lucille’s chin) “I’m sure you do honey- but too much strain on one person will cause them to crumble. So no- they can’t be asking you to do everything for them. You have your own life to manage too.”
Jasmine: (Somewhat feels Nicks gentle rubs in her sleep, but she cannot really contain herself as she feels the softest of touches caress the side of her face and she runs even faster towards a bright beacon of light in the distance. Behind her she can almost hear and feels her troubles calling out to her, but the light is driving it all away for her) “Mamá!!!”
Nick: *confused- she's usually only this active in her sleep when she's having a nightmare and yet, she doesn't seem distressed*
Teshteal: *sniffs* She does smell kind of similar to the little guy...
Gardio: *still still as a statue. One would assume he is one*
Joyce: (Takes in a deep inhale of Gertie, rocking back and forth happily) “Baby ferret smell!!!”
Lucille: *mutters quietly* What life... I had a life before the war and now what? I blew up the institute- but that's all I'll ever be known for.... *splashes the water in a fit of frustration* The one who obliterated the boogeyman of the commonwealth while graciously giving homes to those who need them.
Ma: “Correct me if I am wrong- but I believe that ‘your life’ consists of the same people who helped talk you out of ending it so soon and have taken care of you.” (Tenderly rakes her fingers through Lucille’s purple hair) “They make up your life and you make up theirs in turn. That is what family is. You take care of one another and watch each others hearts and wellbeing.”
Lucille: *eyes sting with tears. She tries to hide it by averting her gaze. She doesn't know if she has the strength to return the favor to the people who do care... And now she wonders if she's failed each and every one of them, now*
Jasmine: (Hums along with the song the voice of her mother is singing- recognizing it immediately as one of the many lullabies she’d sing. It twists her heartstrings a bit, but she cannot help the smile on her face) “Mami….” (She stops running but doesn’t stop squirming to escape in real life, closing her eyes to bask in the warmth she’s feeling throughout her body)
Nick: *still holding his squirming daughter as still as he can. He keeps petting her back to comfort her*
Ma: (Smiles kindly down at the young woman) “You know- people often ask me why I do what I do. Why I devote everything I am to being a caretaker and mother when I seemingly get little in return for walking sometime walking into a blaze that could leave me with less than what I had before. What they don’t understand is that I do get something in return each and every time. I get the irreplaceable joy of seeing my babies and loved ones flourish and glow over time even in the tiniest ways. That will fill me up more than gold and glory ever wil even if it’s in the tiniest of ways like a simple glitter in their eyes in the morning at breakfast or the peaceful look on their face as they sleep in comfort.” (Gently taps the bottom of Lucille’s chin once more before she moves her hand up to tuck her short hair behind her ears even if there isn’t much to do so) “That’s what any good parent wants from their kid. I can say that your father is no different. And if I end up with taking a hard loss or a couple of hits, well then so be it. Love is the sacrifices we make for each other anyways. And if you’re wondering what you’re sacrificing here for this love- it’s that little piece of you that you keep trying to hide away from everyone. That little piece of you that’s human, tired and just wants peace and rest. Yes, that piece of you that you think is unwanted and not worth it is still precious because it’s a part of you, my love.”
Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at how loving his girlfriend is over this small creature*
Joyce: (Bounces and pats her little bundle of joy- then glances back at the house) “I wonder how we should play this out with Gilbert….”
Jasmine: (Mumbling hoarsely as she paws midair) “Mamá…. Come back…. Please….” (Kicks her feet a bit harder) “Lo siento Mami, lo mucho siento. Por favor….. Don’t leave me alone- you know I hate it….”
Translation: “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m very sorry. Please.”
Dogmeat: (Sniffles the squirming girl some more with big puppy eyes of confusion and concern because she’s making strange sounds)
The Voice: (Whispers ever so softly and comfortingly into the broken teens ear, wrapping her up in a hug of warmth and security) “Chiquilla bonita. Llegaste del cielo en un tren del amor. Tu alegre sonrisa. Me enseña en la vida, el camino mejor….”
Translation: “Pretty girly. You arrived from heaven on a train of love. You’re happy smile. It teaches me the better things in life.”
Jasmine: (Feels her heart both flood with overwhelming joy and crack into a million little pieces when she registers that- having not understood why her mother had been so adamant on singing that song to her during her prewar days…. But now it’s just becoming clear. She has to find her mother- she has to say sorry) “I’m sorry Mamá…..” (She hugs her dream self tightly and rocks back and forth on her feet, taking a couple of slow steps to follow the voice but once again it’s coming from all directions)
Nick: *whispers* What's going on in that pretty little head of yours...?
Teshteal: Hrm... Slowly? Like a cat?
Gardio: *nods*
Lucille: *lips tremble before burying her face in her hands. She wishes she COULD rest but the consequences of that feel too great*
Ma: (Softly) “Whatcha thinking about, my sweet?” (Gently allows her hand to rest on Lucille’s shoulder, looking on at the young woman with concern and understanding)
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Joyce: (Glances between Gardio and Teshteal) “I suppose so- but knowing my little stinker he’ll come running the moment he senses someone else taking up my attention then throw a tantrum.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Jasmine: (Mewls like a lost kitten looking for their mother because she essentially is, her dream self wandering aimlessly through an empty field to find a dead woman whom she swears she can feel in her heart and hear in the distance. She smiles despite being lost- because she knows that her mother is close by and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on her child) “Where are you?”
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Ma: “Oh cariño…” (Her mother instincts take ahold and she immediately drops to her knees besides the poor young woman, gently draping her arm around Lucille’s shoulder to pull her into a hug that she can easily pull out of if she desires) “Sssssh, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll figure things out all together. You can only shoulder so much on your own until you crack and crumble- but that’s what your family is here for.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Joyce: (Turns back to the lighthouse in thought, then back down at the tiny kit once more) “Well- he’s gonna have to at least tolerate her. Hopefully he quickly learns that there’s plenty of love to go around. Plus it’s not good for ferrets to be alone.”
Teshteal: *making kissy faces and baby noises at the baby ferret... his ears pick up a rustling noise in the distance of the woods but the size tells him it might be a wild animal of some kind*
Jasmine: (Suddenly perks upright from Nicks chest as if she was summoned, her hands firmly planted on his shoulders so she can steady herself as her big magical doe eyes scan the area expectingly. They gloss over both Nick and Dogmeat as if they weren’t there- obviously she’s looking for something else) “Mamá…..” (She can still feel the warmth in her heart and the prickle of a ghostly kiss on the back of her head….. But where is her mother?)
Nick: *looks where she is. His sensors pick up a faint impression of... something but it's hard to get a reading. He briefly considers heading to Acadia for calibration if not for Jasmine's behavior. Kindly, out of confusion* What about her, doll?
Lucille: *sobs into the older woman's arms*
Ma: (Locks Lucille into her strong and comforting embrace that many people had sought solace in before) “Sssshh, it’s okay. Just let it all out.”
Jasmine: (Pouts a bit when she can’t find her mother, then she tilts her head at another prickle on her cheek. She then makes grabby hands up in the air while leaning over the side of the chair, almost like she’s trying to leap out of her fathers arms)
Nick: Woah, hold on there... *pulls her back a little, unsure exactly why she's trying to leap out of the seat at nothing. Granted, it seems better than the wild thrashing from before, but it doesn't make him any less concerned about her current behavior*
Gardio: *decides that the two lovebirds should be fine so he walks back to the lighthouse to try and be of some help. He approaches the two men* If there's any cargo that isn't food or livestock to haul in or set up, I'd be willing to help.
Donovan: (Looks frazzled about something but slowly nods his head, a bottle of broth in hand) “Yeah…. Yeah, that would be nice thank you….” (He walks over to the other ghoul, holding out the bottle to him) “Give this to Detective Valentine before you go, please.”
Trenton: (Leaning against the wall, looking down in deep thought, staring Donny’s expression of worry)
Gardio: Will do. *gives an affirming nod then gives Donny a reassuring but heavy pat on the shoulder, giving him just a little radiation as a boost to help ease his frazzled nerves before he heads on up to the roof*
Donovan: (Gives a weak smile at Gardio as he leaves, then sighs heavily)
Joyce: (Goes back to squealing happily over the little one) “Oooooh, she’s too perfect!!! I can’t get enough of her sweet little face!!!”
Gertie: (Gazes up at Teshteal and Joyce, licking her nose some more)
Teshteal: *licks his own nose with his long tongue to mimic Gertie*
Gertie: (Seems fascinated by the two people in front of her, especially by the strange gremlin man mimicking her by licking his own nose)
Joyce: (Giggles some more, this time at her boyfriend) “Ack, you’re cute as well!!!”
Jasmine: (Whines when she’s kept from leaping into the air but she doesn’t seem too upset, just tries to do it again while still making grabby hands at nothing)
Nick: *sighs, knowing if he tries to snap her out of it, she'll just grow more distressed* I can't just let you go- you might hurt yourself... Maybe your mama will come closer to hold you.
Gardio: *walks up the stairs to the roof and raises an eyebrow in confusion at the girl making grabby hands in the air. It's a stark contrast to the screaming and thrashing from before. He very carefully approaches and speaks calmly so he doesn't spook her* I have broth for her.
Teshteal: *turns to her and licks his nose like he's some sort of big cat then makes a tiny chirping noise with his mouth- being the silliest of sillies to make his angel laugh*
Joyce: (Shrieks with laughter at her goofball of a boyfriend, putting a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her laughter that can be heard across the ocean)
Teshteal: *grins at how much that simple noise made her happy* I could gobble her and Gilbert up like a couple of extra big noodles! *Playfully licks his lips*
Jasmine: (Looks over at Gardio when she hears his voice and blinks slowly, then turns to her father, then back to the space up in the area she was looking at) “Mamá….” (She wiggles in her dads arms, patting on his shoulder to try and make her let go, then makes her grabby hands to be picked up by whatever she’s looking at)
Dogmeat: (Whines with confusion, trying to lick the girl)
Gardio: *finally next to the chair. He sets the bottle down next to Nick* Here... Do you think she'll drink it in this state?
Nick: I haven't a clue... *to Jasmine* Hey, kitten. Do you think your Mama would be happy if you drank this broth? *picks up the bottle and holds it up* I think she would. *gently smiling at her*
Jasmine: “Mamá….” (Takes her eyes off the air with a wistful and somber, deep longing look in her eyes, letting her hands rest back on her Dads shoulders as she turns to look at him. She tilts her head to one side, then seems to register that it’s him and she breaks out into a warm smile)
Nick: *smiles just as warmly back, relieved to se that she's isn't suffering for once* It's good to see that smile. Would you like some broth? *Offers it to her once more to see if she'll take it or not*
Gardio: *amazed that the girl looks so at peace. He glances over at the spector she was making grabby hands at a second ago*
Nick: *thinks to himself* So he can see it, too? Well that means it's not a simple calibration issue...
Jasmine: (Softly) “Daddy….” (Gently presses her forehead to his while putting a hand on his cheek, sighing softly, not acknowledging what he’s offering her)
The Object: (Appears to be a misty ball of white light up in the sky, now fading out so it’s almost completely transparent)
Nick: *sighs and sets the bottle down* I suppose not... *Reaches up with his bad hand and strokes her cheek, then attempts to brush a stray hair from her face* Hey, kiddo.
Gardio: *watching as it disappears, wondering what or who that could have been... Whatever it was seemed to have a calming effect on the girl. Quietly he turns to and starts for the stairs* I'm going to help Donny. I promised him that I'd help.
Jasmine: (Hums happily in greeting, sighing as she slinks down to rest her head against Nicks chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his inner workings while the sun shines over them. She’s still tired, like her body is light years away from being fully recharged)
Joyce: “Oooohhh- I so hope they get along well!!! I would love to have a ferret snuggle session!!!”
Teshteal: *looks up and notices Gardio's left* We should... Probably go back. Dio left- *slight panic enters his voice* Why did he leave-?
Joyce: (Looks around) “Hm, I don’t know. Maybe he went to help Donny with the stuff.”
Teshteal: Yeah... *Shaking a little. He can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end again* I don't feel safe out here, though... Let's head back. *Turns to the lighthouse*
Joyce: (Seems concerned but she follows along) “Errrrrm…. Okay then. But can I ask, why don’t you feel safe?”
Teshteal: *glances at the ship* I don't know those people. I don't know if they're from that hellish place. *Already walking along*
Joyce: (Walks alongside him, confused) “What place? These our Ma and Donny’s friends, they’ve known them for a long time.”
Donovan: (Already putting away some of the stuff he brought in, raising his head when Gardio pokes his head in) “Handed it off?”
Gardio: As good as done. She still seemed sleepy though... *Fully steps into the kitchen* What do you need help with bringing in?
Donovan: (Rubs his forehead for a moment, then starts walking to the door past Gardio) “The stuff with the storage labels go into the basement, the kitchen labels go the kitchen, and the rest into the living room. Mama will sort them out later.”
Jasmine: (Her eyes click up to her father as she rests, lifting a hand to gently touch the side of his neck where there’s a large gash, humming a bit sadly and with concern)
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Nick: *tenderly takes her hand in his right* Don't worry. My sealants still seem to be intact... *Mutters, thinking about all the times Lucille led them into a flooded building* So far...
Teshteal: The place that turned me into this. The place that made my life hell the moment I stepped in it- *the slits of his eyes narrow with dread as the sound of commands, shouts, and manipulative sweet urgings grow louder and louder*
Gardio: Got it... And none of these would be damaged or tainted easily with radiation?
Jasmine: (Still eyes up her Dad with concern, blinking slowly at the patches and worn down skin on his neck and face)
Joyce: (Timidly, taking and squeezing Gertie’s bundle to her chest) “Teshteal? You okay…?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “Nawh, the crates and containers they are in are sealed tight. Should be all good.”
Nick: *sees where she's eyeing and waves it away, as if shooing a fly* Eh, cosmetic... Don't worry yourself with it. *Wry laugh* I'll get it replaced, one day. Haven't seen a need to, yet... *Readjusts his hold on her so she's more comfortable* How about you focus on getting some sleep and I'll think about that, hm?
Gardio: *starts moving the the crates to their new and proper homes as Donny instructed. Taking great care not to drop any of their precious belongings*
Teshteal: No. I'll never be okay... *Spiralling* Why would I deserve that? I've always been a terrible excuse for a person. I couldn't even do simple tasks without messing up! How have I survived this long? Are the people on the boat spies? Soldiers operating on a code word? Is everyone in danger? Are they after me-?
Jasmine: (Is now also focused on his bad hand that she siezes and brings up to her face, playing with his fingers curiously)
Donovan: (Goes outside to bring in more crates, walking a bit slowly)
Joyce: (Gets even more worried and stops walking) “Teshteal? No- you'll be okay, you’re not a terrible person…”
Nick: *softly hums* Try not to pinch yourself on the joints... *Keeping his hand slack so she can play as she likes*
Gardio: *soon as most of the items neatly stacked where they need to be. He starts getting in a rhythm with Donny, taking them from the younger man's hands and eventually noticing his slow pace* Are you alright? You seem sluggish with a few of these packages.
Teshteal: *crouches in the middle of the path, his tail swishing wildly* Th-then why do I keep getting these thoughts to kill or hurt everyone around me? Why do I want to act on them?! Do I actually love you? *He grips and tugs at his hair* Or is that just a means to a horrific end?! Why do they still control me-?!
Jasmine: (Toys with his fingers, tilting her head curiously while humming a note in question, wondering what happened to the skin on his hand)
Donovan: “Hm? Oh, I’m alright…. Just thinking about things….” (Gives Gardio another forced smile and nod) “I’ve gotta help Ma set up the large clawfoot tub they brought for her in her master bathroom, I want her to be able to have that spa bath she talked about.”
Joyce: (Swallows hard, her voice shaking. She wants to be able to spit out something wise for her boyfriend to ponder, but she can’t find the right words. So she goes back to what she only knows) “Teshteal? Can you take some deep breaths? You’re safe here….” (Wonders if she should run and go find Gardio or Nick)
Teshteal: *he tries to take a deep breath, but somehow chokes on it and swears between coughs. Despite this, he keeps trying to breathe deeply, eventually succeeding*
Gardio: Would you like some help with that? I can install the tub, too. It wouldn't be a problem at all for me in fact. *flashes a confident but also helpful smile* It's the least I could do to repay you all for housing us.
Nick: *sensing the question hinted at by that solitary hum* Lost that doing repairs on Diamond City. Or at least that's what I would say if it weren't from another model. Seems we generation 2 synths can't keep the skin on our bones.
Joyce: (Breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that it’s working, lightly petting his messy hair) “You’re okay…. We’re safe here…. We can go inside and get you a cup of some nice cold water.”
Donovan: (Looks at Gardio with partial astonishment) “Really? You can do that?”
Jasmine: (Nods her head slowly to show that she understands, then lightly runs her fingers near the gash on his neck, her eyes flickering to him expectingly)
Teshteal: *flinches a little, not expecting the comforting gesture. He leans into it, much like a cat headbutting their owner's hand. Softly* Okay... I'm sorry...
Gardio: Of course! Wouldn't be the first time I've hauled a tub up a set of stairs. I did that in my old settlement a few of times for folks. *Gestures vaguely with a tilt of his head as he hauls another crate to the kitchen* Just point me to the tub, where you want it, the plumbing supplies, and the water supply and a I'll have it done by the end of the day!
Nick: That's a combination of a lot of hard detective work, living in the ruins, and, you'd guess it, fixing up Diamond City... *Pets her head with his good hand*
Joyce: “It’s alright, here….” (Holds out her hand to him with a gentle and understanding smile) “Let’s go inside.”
Donovan: (Rubs the back of his head) “The tub is probably still on the dock and you can ask someone to help you wheel it in. The tub goes into the bathroom in Ma’s room and I’ll let her know so that you don’t give her a fright. The rest of the stuff should be in a little utility room in the basement.”
Jasmine: (Looks up at her Dad with her sparkling amber eyes that catch the sunlight and reflect beautifully, smiling at him, still toying with his bad hand)
Teshteal: *slowly takes her hand and lets her head him to the house*
Gardio: Understood. *Flashes a confident smile as he makes his way to the door. As he passes by the pair, his look shifts to concern. He doesn't stop walking, keeping mind of his deadline*
Nick: *taken back by the honey colored eyes before fondly smiling at her. Again, he's just happy to see that she's in such good spirits for once.*
Joyce: (Shifts the little bundle in her arms, gently squeezing her boyfriends hand, leading him back to the house)
Donovan: (Waves him off and just kinda stands there in the living room for a moment, taking a deep breath)
Jasmine: (Cutely scrunches her nose, whatever that light was surely brightened her soul back up, it’s even reflected in her eyes that aren’t resembling a haunted doll at the moment)
Nick: *wonders if this is the most she's been this calm and hopeful since they first met, not counting the trip through her memories*
Gardio: *reaches the dock and eyes the huge crate containing the tub. He approaches the crew working the boat with a wave* Mind if I get some help hauling this to the lighthouse? *He thinks he hears the brush rustle behind him, but shrugs it off as a gust of wind blows through the nearby treetops*
Teshteal: *face goes red, looking at their joined hands, both flustered and embarrassed simultaneously. Flustered because of the contact. Embarrassed for his breakdown just moments before*
Joyce: (Leads him inside to the kitchen, opening the fridge to browse what’s inside, deciding to take out a small pitcher of what appears to be lemonade) “Want some of this too? Or just water?”
Crewman: “Yup. It’s too bad we don’t have our forklift.” (Motions for everyone nearby to gather around the crate that’s on wheels so they can push and pull it with rope)
Jasmine: (Softly, and hoarsely because of her screaming and crying earlier) “You okay?”
Nick: I'm more than okay- you seem to be doing better and that's done me a world of good in itself!
Gardio: That is a shame. *Clucks as he walks along the tub* I'll push. *Gets behind the crate and braces himself against it, squatting so his legs do all the work* When you're all ready.
Teshteal: *sniffs the pitcher. It's definitely lemonade adjacent* I'll take it.
Lucille: *heaves a deep, relieved breath, the pressure worked out of her system* Thank you, Mama Evie...
Jasmine: (Searches her fathers eyes for a moment before nodding, glancing down at herself, then their surroundings, trying to catch up on what the hell is even going on)
Crewman: “Alright then. One…. Two…. Three!!!” (With that they all start pull on the crate to haul it up to the lighthouse with Gardios help)
Joyce: (Takes out two glasses and pours herself and Teshteal some lemonade, handing him his glass with her still warm smile) “Here you go!”
Ma: (Tenderly, stroking Lucille’s head) “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Nick: If you're wondering why you're up here, you crawled onto the roof from the window.
Teshteal: *accepts the glass, his hand trembles but he feigns a smile as he sips the tangy drink*
Gardio: *with his strength they make short work of it. Before they know it, they're at the doorstep* Good work! Thank you for the help! *Considers talking to Donny to see if there's anything they can do to pay them back extra for their service*
Lucille: ...I think I'm ready to get out of the bath, now...
Jasmine: (Looks like she’s about to ask more questions but then she hears voices coming from the bottom of the house and she gets spooked since she’s underdress, snagging her dads coat that Ma had brought up earlier to throw over her, curling up to her dad for safety)
Joyce: (Takes and squeezes his hand in hers, beaming at him as she drinks her lemonade)
Crewman: “No problem. Anything for the good mother.” (Starts to walk back the house with the others to finish the rest of the stuff)
Donovan: (Comes up from the basement where he was putting away more stuff)
Ma: (Nods and rises from the chair to grab a large towel for Lucille, offering her arm for support) “Okay honey, just move slowly for me and don’t put pressure on your ankle.”
Nick: *laughs a little and rubs her shoulder* Don't worry, doll. I got ya... I think I'm the only person in earshot if you're wandering what's going on.
Gardio: *goes down to the basement, quickly locating the utility room and fetching a crowbar to free the tub from its wooden prison. It isn't long before he's on the front step again and doing just that*
Teshteal: *blushes again, his ears pricking up a little... Quietly* I get so flustered around you... *Takes an awkward small sip of his drink*
Lucille: *wry laugh at that* I've walked on worse- *Attempts to rise but nearly falls over from the shooting pain in her ankle. She supports herself with the side of the tub*
Jasmine: (Shivers with fright and because she’s actually cold for once, huddling up to the warm safety that is dad. She peeps just her head out so she can look up at Nick and breath better, tightly clinging to him)
Donovan: (Had walked into the kitchen and raises a brow at the two) “Having a drink?”
Joyce: (Giggles and nods, balancing Gertie’s bundle in the crook of her arm) “Yup- drinking some of the lemonade I helped Mama make.”
Ma: (Firmly) “But under my watch you won’t. Come here.” (Puts her arm under Lucille’s so she can guide her out of the tub and onto the chair)
Nick: Cold? I think this broth here is still warm enough to do some good if you'll take it... *Jerks his head at the bottle as he rubs the small of her back*
Teshteal: *turns an even darker shade of red as he keeps the drink to his mouth, hoping it can hide his face. He doesn't even remember if Donny knows about their relationship*
Gardio: *props open the door then takes in a few deep breaths and lifts the giant tub on his own, occasionally grunting as he carries it through the house to its final designation*
Lucille: *hangs onto the older woman for support. She mentally curses the state her body is currently in- unable to support its own weight*
Jasmine: (Blinks up at Nick, her eyes getting a light mist to them) “Tainted….?”
Donovan: (Chuckles and waves a teasing finger at Joyce and Teshteal) “No closed doors.”
Joyce: (Rolls her eyes) “I’m not twelve! Plus- Gilbert wouldn’t allow anything anyways.”
Ma: (In one fast and fluid motion she wraps Lucille in the blanket and plucks her out of the water, seating her in the chair) “There we go, now ya can dry off and get dressed.”
Nick: What? Tainted...? *A horrific realization of what she means dawns on him, but instead he firmly shakes his head* I doubt Donny would do that to you... But it if makes you feel better, I'll test it for you *Reaches for the bottle, tips it, then massages the top. A couple drops of the broth lands in his mouth. He mimes chewing to get a better sense of the flavor then tilts his head* No, not tainted. There's a bunch of salt and herbs. But other than that, it's your run of the mill beef broth. *Offers the bottle to her*
Teshteal: *panicking a little. He's definitely stronger than a ferret and there's always the risk of losing himself to the programming looming over his head. He just keeps sipping his lemonade, pretending everything's fine. He's caused enough trouble, for now.*
Lucille: *blinks with slightly wide eyes. For a moment she reexamines all the scars on her body, then she reaches up to her hair and lets out a mild gasp... It's gotten a bit longer since she's cut it, last.* Another thing I'm going to have to take care of later, I guess... *Starts to reach for her clothes*
Gardio: *managed to get it all the way up to Ma's bathroom. He heaves a sigh of relief once it's out of his arms. He wipes his hands together and presses them on his hips as he assesses the situation before getting the tools*
Jasmine: (Stares at her dad almost in astonishment now) “Donny….” (Covers her mouth and mumbles something into it that sounds foreign, then giggles as she closes her eyes) “Donny….” (Opens her eyes with a disoriented expression, banging the side of her forehead with the palm of her hand, trying to get herself to process things better. Her head hurts and so does her stomach, but it’s probably hunger at this point. She takes the bottle into her mouth and slowly starts to suck, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something)
Donovan: (Gestures at Gertie in her bundle, approaching so he can see the new little one) “Aaawww, she’s so precious.” (Reaches out to gives the baby some scritches on the top of her head)
Gertie: (Leans into it and closes her eyes, licking her nose again)
Joyce: (Excitedly, lemonade dribbling down her chin) “I know!!! She’s more adorable than I ever could’ve imagined!!!”
Ma: (Offers Lucille some lotion if she wants it) “I could give you a haircut later, honey. I have all the tools, but you did just take a shower. Unless you’re one of those who don’t feel like ants are all over them after a haircut and don’t have the need to take a rinse.”
Ma’s Room: (Pretty large since it’s the master bedroom and well decorated, a distinct scent of flowers in the air. There’s a big bed with luscious pillows and sheets positioned at the left wall with two nightstands on each side of it, but only one of them is full of stuff while the other remains bare besides a lamp. Her rocking chair is besides a collection of books, a TV, and holotapes of what seem to be playlists of songs from the labels that are either titles of full albums or specially mixed playlists, in both English and Spanish. Also a few movies and shows are mixed in there. There’s a large vanity besides the walk-in closet that’s lined with different perfumes and other ladies trinkets. She also has a sewing station set up complete with a high grade sewing machine and an adjustable dress form. The rest of the room is decorated with a rug and a few decor items and her walls are plastered with photos of different people of varying ages from infants to older folks, sometimes Ma is in posing those photos with Donny also making an appearance)
Ma’s Bathroom: (A dreamy pink bathroom with patterns of hearts on the walls. On the floor are matching bath mats and matching towels are hung up on the walls. There’s a empty spot in the little indent meant for a tub that had long been removed to make way for the new one)
Lucille: Yeah, you're right. I would get pretty itchy. *Accepts the lotion and starts to rub it on herself before putting on her clothes completely*
Nick: *glad to see she's drinking something without much fuss. He does wonder what's on her mind but he's not going to interrupt her*
Teshteal: *notices the lemonade dribbling down her chin and finally puts down the cup, dashing for a hand towel then, with a surprising delicate and gentle touch, dabs the liquid dry from her face. Sweetly* Swallow next time before you speak... Okay?
Gardio: *a little awestruck when he can finally fully view the room upon return. He feels like he just stepped into a movie... Then has to remind himself that over 200 years ago, people had lusciously decorated and populated rooms like these... He takes a moment to admire the sewing machine, the TV and holotapes, the records, and bed. It almost brings a tear to his eye. He doesn't know why- the whole house is a snapshot of life before the bombs... He sighs as he looks at all the photos with a nostalgically sad smile*
Jasmine: (Settles down against Nicks chest again, eyes still locked up on him) (Signing) “Speak, please.” (Wants to hear his voice right now since it’s so soothing)
Joyce: (Crinkles her nose at Teshteal) “Okay I’ll try, but no promises.”
Donovan: (As he gets himself a glass of water) “She does the same thing with snacks, which is why Pirate always hovers near her feet when she’s talking.”
Pirate: (Is in fact hovering near under the table)
Ma: (Strokes Lucille’s damp hair) “Would you like me to call your father to come help you, or would you like some crutches to use?”
The Photos: (Are all in uniquely decorated photo frames, each one lovingly handcrafted for each photo it holds)
Nick: Heh. Want to hear my thoughts? I could ask you the same, honestly. How's your memory from the last day or so?
Teshteal: *light chuckle. Something about that reminds him of himself*
Gardio: *fond smile despite not knowing any of them. He decides to get started on installing this tub, only heading out for a moment to turn off the water then back up to attach the pipe to the tub itself, plumbers glue, caulk and all. Part of him wonders if he should fashion a shroud for the pipe so it doesn't look garrish against the emaculate bathroom, but he finds it's well hidden with some adjustments to the plumbing and position of the tub*
Lucille: Get me some crutches. I'll figure out how to get to the attic. *Finally fully clothed... Though she does miss some of the secure feeling her armor gave her*
Jasmine: (Makes a so-so motion with her hand, shaking her head) (Signing) “Foggy.”
Donovan: (Pats Joyce’s shoulder) “I need you to help me with getting some of the smaller broken down crates back to the dock so they can take them back.”
Joyce: (Sets her glass down) “Okay!” (Holds out Gertie’s bundle to Teshteal) “Do you mind watching her for me while I help Donny?”
Ma: “Oh sweetheart, there are a lot of stairs to get back up there. I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind coming back down to help you.” (Gently cups her cheek and tilts her face up to hers) “He wouldn’t want you to fall, and neither would I.”
Nick: Do you remember where we are...?
Lucille: I'm sure I could get back up. I'm sturdier than that... Besides he's probably busy with something. I don't want to bother him-
Teshteal: *takes Gertie and holds her close to his chest* Sure! Be careful out there!
Gardio: *fiddling with the pieces of pipe he brought up to make sure he has all the right bends and connections and that they're the right size for the tub... It's not like he can just go down to the hardware store and buy more pipe.*
Jasmine: (Raises her head a bit more to slowly look around, eyes going up to the lighthouse where she had previously put a gun to her own head, the pieces hardly clicking in her head) (Quietly) “Donny….”
Joyce: “I will be, don’t worry!” (Walks off to grab some of the crates off the counter and carry them off.”
Donovan: (Quickly follows after her after a wave to Teshteal over his shoulder, mind occupied with something else already)
Ma: “Love, what did we just discuss, hm? That your family is here to help you, that it what families do.” (Starts to walk to the door, looking at the young woman over her shoulder) “I’ll go find your father, your wellbeing never should be a bother to him.”
Teshteal: *blinks before looking down at the tiny ferret resting her head just outside of her bindle* She'll be okay, right...?
Nick: I take it from that look, you do- at least a little. *Nods his head at the bottle* Looks like you still have some broth left...
Gardio: *fitting the connectors together then test fitting them to the tub and water line as Ma comes up to get him*
Lucille: *frowns at her feet. No one bothered to simply reach out and help her when she was over encumbered or injured in the past two years. Sure there was the occasional offer to lighten the load, but often they had too much on their hands as it was. Unless her companions were fighting something on her behalf, there was hardly any assistance if she was injured... The only exception was when she lost a limb and an eye. Or her wife gave her a stimpak for her troubles*
Jasmine: (Nods her head at the bottle and continues to drink while staring at Nick with interest)
Gertie: (Licks her nose some more and yawns, blinking up at the gremlin like the baby she is)
Donovan: (Sees Ma leave the bathroom just before he goes back outside) “Detective Chapel is helping with your bathtub.”
Ma: “Oh really? How sweet of him.” (Smiles and quickly heads up the stairs to find Gardio. She lightly knocks on her own door so she doesn’t startle him entering) “Detective Chapel?” (Steps into her room and walks over to her bathroom)
Nick: *looks lost in thought about something again. He wonders if she even remembers her outburst at Lucille. Now probably wouldn't be a good time to bring it up*
Gardio: *has the tub pulled out at an angle so he can reach the pipes. Currently he's fastening then to the wall, glue and caulk already applied* Yes, ma'am? *He fastens the last section of pipe to the wall*
Lucille: *thinks about trying to stand but then she remembers the struggle of getting up in the tub. She grunts in annoyance. She already feels like a terrible person but now she's just pathetic...*
Teshteal: *licks his own nose in response and giggles* Yeah. She'll be fine. *Pokes the bridge of Girtie's little nose playfully*
Jasmine: (Still wants to hear her Dads voice so she lightly taps on his shoulder for his attention)
Gertie: (Cutely nibbles on Teshteals finger)
Ma: (Leans against the doorway of her bathroom) “Your daughter needs some help getting back upstairs, she’s done bathing and is waiting in the bathroom.”
Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Eight
Masterlist
Teshteal: *hides behind Gardio suddenly, sniffing the air to see if this person's friend or foe*
Gardio: *not sure why he's hiding suddenly since he knows the smaller man can easily kill a horde of super mutants*
Joyce: (Immediately notices and turns to face Teshteal, worry on her face) “Teshteal….?”
Donovan: (To the crew member) “Safe trip?” (Extends his hand for a handshake)
Crew Member: (Grips Donny’s arm with hers, flashing a friendly smile) “The waters got a little rough, but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle.” (Gestures behind her at the rest of the crew members who are starting to unload) “We’ve got everything on the list- along with some gifts from friends.”
Donovan: (Begins walking closer to the boat) “Is that so?”
Teshteal: *eyeing up and down the crew member. So far he smells the sea and the typical smell of gun powder that many a caravan person has. Hisses* Gifts? *listening and sniffing for anything that could be a bomb or a trojan crate*
Gardio: *notices Joyce's concerned look and extends a reassuring hand* He's likely on guard because it's a new person... *To crew member after adjusting his hat* Mind if I and my associate inspect the crates?
Lucille: *quietly blinks into the water as the lullaby ends, not sure how to handle her now relaxed and still state*
Ma: (Softly, like a mother speaking to her downhearted child) “Something on your mind, love?”
Lucille: Just not used to being this relaxed. *shrugs*
Ma: (Grabs some conditioner and a comb) “Is that so? You’re on the road a lot I take it?”
Joyce: (Inches closer to Teshteal, holding out her hand to him) “It’s okay- they are good friends of ours….” (Glances back at the boat) “Really good friends….”
Crew Member: (So confused about the glowing ghoul and the strange hissy gremlin behind him) “Uh…..” (Turns to Donny with wide eyes)
Donovan: (Shrugs his shoulders) “I mean…. It ain’t like they're hiding anything.” (Gestures at the crew members who are beginning to unload the boat onto the dock) “We’ve known these guys all their lives- their parents and even grandparents too.”
Boat Captain: (Waves to Donny from the top of the deck)
Donovan: (Smiles and waves back) “Yo Trenton! Ya didn’t happen to pack a bomb on the boat, hm?”
Trenton: (Shakes his head) “And hurt dear old Mama Evie? You think I’m trying to get my head to be served on a platter?”
Goats: (Bleat from inside the boat as if confirming the captains words)
Lucille: *nods* Very. I have settlements to maintain- *tenses up, remembering all the work she has to do on quite a few settlements* I need to get back to work soon-
Ma: (Frowns slightly hearing that) “Honey, remember what I said about slowing down to give yourself time?”
Teshteal: *slowly eases out from behind the large glowing one detective with extreme caution*
Gardio: *to the crew* If you say so. *still watching warily like the gargoyle he is*
Joyce: (Reaches to take her boyfriends hand, looking between both him and Gardio) “….Is something wrong?”
Crew Member: (Still looking at Donny nervously as she rushes to follow him) “Protective much?” (Gestures at the two newcomers who seems extra wary and cautious) “Are they…..?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head as he takes a crate from a crew member that hands it to him) “Nah, but you guys didn’t hire anyone new- right?”
Crew Member: (Also shakes her head) “Nope. Some old sea dogs as it’s always been.”
Donovan: “Good.” (Motions with his chin to a spot on the ground) “Just leave the crates and boxes there- and I’ll bring ‘em inside. You know how Ma likes everything organized.”
Crew Member: “You’re sure Donny…? We can help with the sorting?”
Donovan: (Remembering Jasmine and how jumpy she is) “Nawh- I’ve got it. Besides, don’t you guys have other places to be?”
Teshteal: New people. I need to be careful that they aren't vault operatives or that I don't hurt innocent people.
Gardio: *to Teshteal* They seem like decent people-
Teshteal: *shakes his head* Not just that, I sense... something off out here. Hard to place right now. *tail twitches anxiously*
Lucille: *quietly* This isn't enough time...?
Ma: (Smiles sadly down at her, gently squeezing her hand that she never let go of) “No my dear- three days is not enough for what you went through and neither is one soothing bath.”
Lucille: That's what worked in the past. I don't see why it doesn't work now. *shrugs*
Joyce: (Looks around at the people helping with unloading the cargo) “But what’s wrong about this?”
Trenton: (Comes out with a small bundle- too small to be a baby but it’s some sort of little creature) “Joyce? Sweetheart- look who’s here.”
Joyce: (Eyes widen as she begins to approach the boat captain instead, carefully taking the bundle from him)
Donovan: (Stopped helping with unloading the crates just to watch, smiling at his little sister)
Joyce: (Squeals with excitement as she beams down at the little bundle) “Ohhhhhhh!!!! She’s adorable!!!”
Teshteal: *ears perk up and and curiosity gets the best of him so he carefully approaches Joyce to see what... or rather who she's holding. He completely forgot her question already*
Joyce: (Beams up at her boyfriend, leaning towards him to show her little bundle of joy)
The Bundle: (Contains the tiny wiggly form of a baby panda ferret who’s no older than eight weeks old)
Joyce: (Squeals as she coos down at the little noodle, scratching under its chin) “Isn’t she just the cutest!?!?”
Trenton: (Smiles at Joyce and backs off to talk with Donovan, his face getting slightly more serious)
Ma: (Tenderly as she pets Lucille’s hair) “Oh honey- that ain’t a good way to function. It is like I said before- you’re human and it’s not fair to treat yourself as less. You need rest, for both your mental and physical health.”
Lucille: That's lovely and all but I have people who depend on me. They need supplies- Defenses! I can't just lay around for a week when they're waiting on materials that could very well save their lives!
Ma: (Raises a brow at this) “Huh, If I didn’t know any better I would say you sound like you’re raising a bunch of orphaned children. Are that weak and helpless? Isn’t there someone else who can give them a hand? You’re just one person, sweetheart. You can’t do it all.” (Fearful that Lucille will crumble again under more pressure)
Teshteal: *eyes go big- as large as saucers- at the teeny little panda noodle. He resists the urge to pick her up and lifts her up above his head in awe* A little baby panoodle...! *cupping both sides of his face, trying to contain his joy. He forgets about his apprehension completely thanks to the precious little ferret*
Joyce: “Panoodle!!!!!” (Looks like she’s attempting to contain her joy just as much as Teshteal, giving a bunch of little kisses down to her new baby)
Pirate: (Running and jumping around to greet everyone as if they were old friends, tail wagging like crazy)
Trenton: (Beckons Donovan to follow him while Joyce is distracted, picking up a crate of food that is meant to go inside)
Donovan: (Gives one quick look to his little sister as he also picks up a crate to carry inside, following the captain) “What’s up?”
Trenton: “I’ve got something for ya….”
Lucille: *purses her lips in thought and goes silent in thought for a moment. Quietly* Who's going to build the defenses...? The walls...? No one else does it but me... *head spins as she begins to spiral from how much the Commonwealth depends on solely her*
Ma: (Squeezes Lucille’s hand again as even more worry floods her face) “My sweet…..” (Gently cups Lucille’s cheek with her other hand to try and get her attention before she loses the young woman) “Lucille, look at me please.”
Lucille: ... *looks up ever so slightly, her mismatched eyes trying to focus on Ma despite her spiraling thoughts on all the responsibility thrown on her*
Ma: (Gently strokes Lucille’s cheek with her thumb, her face soft and comforting) “Are you with me, sweetie?”
Teshteal: *cooing at the tiny panda noodle. Doesn't believe he's seen anything so cute in his life*
Joyce: (Moves to huddle in closer to her boyfriend again so he can get a better look at the little wiggly gal) “She’s so little!!!” (Slightly holds the bundle out so Teshteal can hold the baby if he wants)
Donovan: “Good or bad?”
Trenton: “Wish I could say good news- but sadly it ain’t…..”
Donovan: (Feels a weight of dread and exhaustion build up in his chest at that) “Oh…..”
Teshteal: *takes the baby panoodle into his arms and gently nuzzles her soft fur with his nose* So soft and sweet! *stops for a moment, admiring the adorable ball of fluff* What are you going to name her?
Joyce: (Proudly) “Gertie!!! She’s from the same mother as Gilbert!!!”
Gertie: (Gives a very tiny lick on the gremlins nose, her little paws poking out of the swaddle she’s in)
Donovan: (Sets the crate down on the kitchen counter, walking over to check on the slowly simmering pot of broth)
Trenton: (Looks like he’s dreading to bare whatever news he has to the ghoul)
Jasmine: (Whimpers ever so slightly in her sleep, also feeling a heavy load start to weigh down on her shoulders and ropes snag at her ankles- trying to pull her down in her dreams once more….. But she can also feel something else…. Something she can’t quit put her finger on…. But it’s present)
Teshteal: *giggles at the tiny ferret kiss* Awe! He's got a little sister now! *gently holds one of her tiny paws in his fingers* Wook at her wittle hands!
Joyce: (Practically shining brighter than the sun itself) “She’s so stinking cute that imma die!!!”
Gertie: (Looking between the two squealers curiously, so confused on what’s going on)
Crew Members: (Keep unloading all the goods and eventually they stroll on out with a half dozen or so sheep and goats with their young, the creatures bleating as the clamor along)
Jasmine: (Attempts to free herself from the chains that are tying and pulling her down as she feels the crushing weight of the world on bare down on her shoulders- partly recognizing that she’s dreaming and her troubles are manifesting themselves into it. She struggles for a bit, tears forming on her waterline and she’s about to scream with frustration but then she feels like what seems to be a gentle kiss on her head from behind and she freezes- hearing a low hum in the distance of her dreamworld)
Teshteal: *blinks for a moment, tail twitching upward when he realizes something. Whispers* I think we might be scaring her with all our cooing. *to the baby ferret as quietly as he possibly can* Sorry.
Joyce: (Hums lowly as her emerald eyes widen) “Ooops…..” (Reaches out to gently stroke her new baby’s face again) “Sorry Gertie….”
Gertie: (Also licks Joyce’s fingers with her tiny tongue when she can)
Lucille: Trying to be... *thoughts race on what settlement still needs what resource and how many turrets she needs to assign to another and so on...* Hard to stop when it's all you've been able to think about for the last year and a half....
Ma: (Softly) “And you do it all completely on your own? For over a year and a half now?”
Lucille: *nods grimly* No one helps...
Ma: (Heart just about snaps all over again and she has half a mind to go down to these settlements and give them an earful because poor Lucille seems to have enough trouble as it is) “It really is no wonder that you’re so overworked. But I’m sure we can work something out that doesn’t involve you trudging all around to try and fix everyone’s problems.”
Jasmine: (Her hands that were once firmly clasping Nicks shirt start to move a bit to grope behind him despise nothing being there) “Mhmmm……”
Dogmeat: (Sniffs the girl when she does this, whining softly)
Jasmine: (Eyes sparkle in her dream world as the humming gets closer and it’s unmistakeable of what it is to her) “Mamá…..” (And just like that- the weight starts to get lifted off her shoulders and her ties start to become undone)
Nick: *to dogmeat calmly* I see it, boy. Problem is- I don't want to wake her. *senses the presence himself, though for him it's more like an unknown source of heat or warmth other than the sun*
Gardio: *observing from the distance. From the sound of things, the goods involve livestock and he doesn't want to risk contaminating them with his radiation*
Teshteal: *gentle smile, or as gentle as it can be with his sharp teeth at Gertie*
Lucille: Good luck getting people to listen... If it's not farming or guard duty or some other slightly menial task, then it's all on me to keep up these places.
Ma: (Huffs slightly when she hears that) “Well that sounds to me plain unfair on your side. They cannot really expect one woman to help now can they?”
Gertie: (Licks her nose as she gazes up between Joyce and Teshteal, seemingly unbothered by Teshteal appearance since he’s friendly)
Joyce: (Nose scrunches slightly) “I think Gilbert isn’t going to be too happy- he’s spoiled that way.”
Jasmine: (Shakes off her remaining shackles in her dream and looks around with wide kitten eyes) “Mamá!!!!” (She listens for the humming, but it sounds like it’s coming from all directions so she picks one and starts running) “Mami!!!!!” (She feels another soft breath and kiss on the back of her neck this time as she runs- fueling her determination. She misses her mother so damn much….)
Dogmeat: (Noses his way on in closer to the teen as she continues to try and grab something behind Nick while kicking her feet)
Nick: Oh- Hold on, doll... *wraps his arms around her to keep her from knocking the both of them off of the lounge chair and starts rubbing her back to soothe her excitement*
Teshteal: *quiet huff* What is Gilbert to do? She'll have to live in the same house. *emphatically raises his hands, as if performing a fool in a play shrugging off a joke or a jab*
Joyce: (Giggles at Teshteal, squeezing Gertie’s bundle slightly) “You’re right. He’ll have to grow to love his little sister. Besides- I’m sure she smells like their mother.” (Sniffs the little noodle to confirm her thoughts- Gertie smelling exactly like baby Gilbert when she first got him)
Lucille: *shrugs in defeat* Apparently, they can... Doesn't matter. I like building-
Ma: (Shakes her head in disapproval at these people as she mutters something under her breath, tapping the bottom of Lucille’s chin) “I’m sure you do honey- but too much strain on one person will cause them to crumble. So no- they can’t be asking you to do everything for them. You have your own life to manage too.”
Jasmine: (Somewhat feels Nicks gentle rubs in her sleep, but she cannot really contain herself as she feels the softest of touches caress the side of her face and she runs even faster towards a bright beacon of light in the distance. Behind her she can almost hear and feels her troubles calling out to her, but the light is driving it all away for her) “Mamá!!!”
Nick: *confused- she's usually only this active in her sleep when she's having a nightmare and yet, she doesn't seem distressed*
Teshteal: *sniffs* She does smell kind of similar to the little guy...
Gardio: *still still as a statue. One would assume he is one*
Joyce: (Takes in a deep inhale of Gertie, rocking back and forth happily) “Baby ferret smell!!!”
Lucille: *mutters quietly* What life... I had a life before the war and now what? I blew up the institute- but that's all I'll ever be known for.... *splashes the water in a fit of frustration* The one who obliterated the boogeyman of the commonwealth while graciously giving homes to those who need them.
Ma: “Correct me if I am wrong- but I believe that ‘your life’ consists of the same people who helped talk you out of ending it so soon and have taken care of you.” (Tenderly rakes her fingers through Lucille’s purple hair) “They make up your life and you make up theirs in turn. That is what family is. You take care of one another and watch each others hearts and wellbeing.”
Lucille: *eyes sting with tears. She tries to hide it by averting her gaze. She doesn't know if she has the strength to return the favor to the people who do care... And now she wonders if she's failed each and every one of them, now*
Jasmine: (Hums along with the song the voice of her mother is singing- recognizing it immediately as one of the many lullabies she’d sing. It twists her heartstrings a bit, but she cannot help the smile on her face) “Mami….” (She stops running but doesn’t stop squirming to escape in real life, closing her eyes to bask in the warmth she’s feeling throughout her body)
Nick: *still holding his squirming daughter as still as he can. He keeps petting her back to comfort her*
Ma: (Smiles kindly down at the young woman) “You know- people often ask me why I do what I do. Why I devote everything I am to being a caretaker and mother when I seemingly get little in return for walking sometime walking into a blaze that could leave me with less than what I had before. What they don’t understand is that I do get something in return each and every time. I get the irreplaceable joy of seeing my babies and loved ones flourish and glow over time even in the tiniest ways. That will fill me up more than gold and glory ever wil even if it’s in the tiniest of ways like a simple glitter in their eyes in the morning at breakfast or the peaceful look on their face as they sleep in comfort.” (Gently taps the bottom of Lucille’s chin once more before she moves her hand up to tuck her short hair behind her ears even if there isn’t much to do so) “That’s what any good parent wants from their kid. I can say that your father is no different. And if I end up with taking a hard loss or a couple of hits, well then so be it. Love is the sacrifices we make for each other anyways. And if you’re wondering what you’re sacrificing here for this love- it’s that little piece of you that you keep trying to hide away from everyone. That little piece of you that’s human, tired and just wants peace and rest. Yes, that piece of you that you think is unwanted and not worth it is still precious because it’s a part of you, my love.”
Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at how loving his girlfriend is over this small creature*
Joyce: (Bounces and pats her little bundle of joy- then glances back at the house) “I wonder how we should play this out with Gilbert….”
Jasmine: (Mumbling hoarsely as she paws midair) “Mamá…. Come back…. Please….” (Kicks her feet a bit harder) “Lo siento Mami, lo mucho siento. Por favor….. Don’t leave me alone- you know I hate it….”
Translation: “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m very sorry. Please.”
Dogmeat: (Sniffles the squirming girl some more with big puppy eyes of confusion and concern because she’s making strange sounds)
The Voice: (Whispers ever so softly and comfortingly into the broken teens ear, wrapping her up in a hug of warmth and security) “Chiquilla bonita. Llegaste del cielo en un tren del amor. Tu alegre sonrisa. Me enseña en la vida, el camino mejor….”
Translation: “Pretty girly. You arrived from heaven on a train of love. You’re happy smile. It teaches me the better things in life.”
Jasmine: (Feels her heart both flood with overwhelming joy and crack into a million little pieces when she registers that- having not understood why her mother had been so adamant on singing that song to her during her prewar days…. But now it’s just becoming clear. She has to find her mother- she has to say sorry) “I’m sorry Mamá…..” (She hugs her dream self tightly and rocks back and forth on her feet, taking a couple of slow steps to follow the voice but once again it’s coming from all directions)
Nick: *whispers* What's going on in that pretty little head of yours...?
Teshteal: Hrm... Slowly? Like a cat?
Gardio: *nods*
Lucille: *lips tremble before burying her face in her hands. She wishes she COULD rest but the consequences of that feel too great*
Ma: (Softly) “Whatcha thinking about, my sweet?” (Gently allows her hand to rest on Lucille’s shoulder, looking on at the young woman with concern and understanding)
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Joyce: (Glances between Gardio and Teshteal) “I suppose so- but knowing my little stinker he’ll come running the moment he senses someone else taking up my attention then throw a tantrum.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Jasmine: (Mewls like a lost kitten looking for their mother because she essentially is, her dream self wandering aimlessly through an empty field to find a dead woman whom she swears she can feel in her heart and hear in the distance. She smiles despite being lost- because she knows that her mother is close by and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on her child) “Where are you?”
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Ma: “Oh cariño…” (Her mother instincts take ahold and she immediately drops to her knees besides the poor young woman, gently draping her arm around Lucille’s shoulder to pull her into a hug that she can easily pull out of if she desires) “Sssssh, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll figure things out all together. You can only shoulder so much on your own until you crack and crumble- but that’s what your family is here for.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Joyce: (Turns back to the lighthouse in thought, then back down at the tiny kit once more) “Well- he’s gonna have to at least tolerate her. Hopefully he quickly learns that there’s plenty of love to go around. Plus it’s not good for ferrets to be alone.”
Teshteal: *making kissy faces and baby noises at the baby ferret... his ears pick up a rustling noise in the distance of the woods but the size tells him it might be a wild animal of some kind*
Jasmine: (Suddenly perks upright from Nicks chest as if she was summoned, her hands firmly planted on his shoulders so she can steady herself as her big magical doe eyes scan the area expectingly. They gloss over both Nick and Dogmeat as if they weren’t there- obviously she’s looking for something else) “Mamá…..” (She can still feel the warmth in her heart and the prickle of a ghostly kiss on the back of her head….. But where is her mother?)
Nick: *looks where she is. His sensors pick up a faint impression of... something but it's hard to get a reading. He briefly considers heading to Acadia for calibration if not for Jasmine's behavior. Kindly, out of confusion* What about her, doll?
Lucille: *sobs into the older woman's arms*
Ma: (Locks Lucille into her strong and comforting embrace that many people had sought solace in before) “Sssshh, it’s okay. Just let it all out.”
Jasmine: (Pouts a bit when she can’t find her mother, then she tilts her head at another prickle on her cheek. She then makes grabby hands up in the air while leaning over the side of the chair, almost like she’s trying to leap out of her fathers arms)
Nick: Woah, hold on there... *pulls her back a little, unsure exactly why she's trying to leap out of the seat at nothing. Granted, it seems better than the wild thrashing from before, but it doesn't make him any less concerned about her current behavior*
Gardio: *decides that the two lovebirds should be fine so he walks back to the lighthouse to try and be of some help. He approaches the two men* If there's any cargo that isn't food or livestock to haul in or set up, I'd be willing to help.
Donovan: (Looks frazzled about something but slowly nods his head, a bottle of broth in hand) “Yeah…. Yeah, that would be nice thank you….” (He walks over to the other ghoul, holding out the bottle to him) “Give this to Detective Valentine before you go, please.”
Trenton: (Leaning against the wall, looking down in deep thought, staring Donny’s expression of worry)
Gardio: Will do. *gives an affirming nod then gives Donny a reassuring but heavy pat on the shoulder, giving him just a little radiation as a boost to help ease his frazzled nerves before he heads on up to the roof*
Donovan: (Gives a weak smile at Gardio as he leaves, then sighs heavily)
Joyce: (Goes back to squealing happily over the little one) “Oooooh, she’s too perfect!!! I can’t get enough of her sweet little face!!!”
Gertie: (Gazes up at Teshteal and Joyce, licking her nose some more)
Teshteal: *licks his own nose with his long tongue to mimic Gertie*
Gertie: (Seems fascinated by the two people in front of her, especially by the strange gremlin man mimicking her by licking his own nose)
Joyce: (Giggles some more, this time at her boyfriend) “Ack, you’re cute as well!!!”
Jasmine: (Whines when she’s kept from leaping into the air but she doesn’t seem too upset, just tries to do it again while still making grabby hands at nothing)
Nick: *sighs, knowing if he tries to snap her out of it, she'll just grow more distressed* I can't just let you go- you might hurt yourself... Maybe your mama will come closer to hold you.
Gardio: *walks up the stairs to the roof and raises an eyebrow in confusion at the girl making grabby hands in the air. It's a stark contrast to the screaming and thrashing from before. He very carefully approaches and speaks calmly so he doesn't spook her* I have broth for her.
Teshteal: *turns to her and licks his nose like he's some sort of big cat then makes a tiny chirping noise with his mouth- being the silliest of sillies to make his angel laugh*
Joyce: (Shrieks with laughter at her goofball of a boyfriend, putting a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her laughter that can be heard across the ocean)
Teshteal: *grins at how much that simple noise made her happy* I could gobble her and Gilbert up like a couple of extra big noodles! *Playfully licks his lips*
Jasmine: (Looks over at Gardio when she hears his voice and blinks slowly, then turns to her father, then back to the space up in the area she was looking at) “Mamá….” (She wiggles in her dads arms, patting on his shoulder to try and make her let go, then makes her grabby hands to be picked up by whatever she’s looking at)
Dogmeat: (Whines with confusion, trying to lick the girl)
Gardio: *finally next to the chair. He sets the bottle down next to Nick* Here... Do you think she'll drink it in this state?
Nick: I haven't a clue... *to Jasmine* Hey, kitten. Do you think your Mama would be happy if you drank this broth? *picks up the bottle and holds it up* I think she would. *gently smiling at her*
Jasmine: “Mamá….” (Takes her eyes off the air with a wistful and somber, deep longing look in her eyes, letting her hands rest back on her Dads shoulders as she turns to look at him. She tilts her head to one side, then seems to register that it’s him and she breaks out into a warm smile)
Nick: *smiles just as warmly back, relieved to se that she's isn't suffering for once* It's good to see that smile. Would you like some broth? *Offers it to her once more to see if she'll take it or not*
Gardio: *amazed that the girl looks so at peace. He glances over at the spector she was making grabby hands at a second ago*
Nick: *thinks to himself* So he can see it, too? Well that means it's not a simple calibration issue...
Jasmine: (Softly) “Daddy….” (Gently presses her forehead to his while putting a hand on his cheek, sighing softly, not acknowledging what he’s offering her)
The Object: (Appears to be a misty ball of white light up in the sky, now fading out so it’s almost completely transparent)
Nick: *sighs and sets the bottle down* I suppose not... *Reaches up with his bad hand and strokes her cheek, then attempts to brush a stray hair from her face* Hey, kiddo.
Gardio: *watching as it disappears, wondering what or who that could have been... Whatever it was seemed to have a calming effect on the girl. Quietly he turns to and starts for the stairs* I'm going to help Donny. I promised him that I'd help.
Jasmine: (Hums happily in greeting, sighing as she slinks down to rest her head against Nicks chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his inner workings while the sun shines over them. She’s still tired, like her body is light years away from being fully recharged)
Joyce: “Oooohhh- I so hope they get along well!!! I would love to have a ferret snuggle session!!!”
Teshteal: *looks up and notices Gardio's left* We should... Probably go back. Dio left- *slight panic enters his voice* Why did he leave-?
Joyce: (Looks around) “Hm, I don’t know. Maybe he went to help Donny with the stuff.”
Teshteal: Yeah... *Shaking a little. He can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end again* I don't feel safe out here, though... Let's head back. *Turns to the lighthouse*
Joyce: (Seems concerned but she follows along) “Errrrrm…. Okay then. But can I ask, why don’t you feel safe?”
Teshteal: *glances at the ship* I don't know those people. I don't know if they're from that hellish place. *Already walking along*
Joyce: (Walks alongside him, confused) “What place? These our Ma and Donny’s friends, they’ve known them for a long time.”
Donovan: (Already putting away some of the stuff he brought in, raising his head when Gardio pokes his head in) “Handed it off?”
Gardio: As good as done. She still seemed sleepy though... *Fully steps into the kitchen* What do you need help with bringing in?
Donovan: (Rubs his forehead for a moment, then starts walking to the door past Gardio) “The stuff with the storage labels go into the basement, the kitchen labels go the kitchen, and the rest into the living room. Mama will sort them out later.”
Jasmine: (Her eyes click up to her father as she rests, lifting a hand to gently touch the side of his neck where there’s a large gash, humming a bit sadly and with concern)
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Nick: *tenderly takes her hand in his right* Don't worry. My sealants still seem to be intact... *Mutters, thinking about all the times Lucille led them into a flooded building* So far...
Teshteal: The place that turned me into this. The place that made my life hell the moment I stepped in it- *the slits of his eyes narrow with dread as the sound of commands, shouts, and manipulative sweet urgings grow louder and louder*
Gardio: Got it... And none of these would be damaged or tainted easily with radiation?
Jasmine: (Still eyes up her Dad with concern, blinking slowly at the patches and worn down skin on his neck and face)
Joyce: (Timidly, taking and squeezing Gertie’s bundle to her chest) “Teshteal? You okay…?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “Nawh, the crates and containers they are in are sealed tight. Should be all good.”
Nick: *sees where she's eyeing and waves it away, as if shooing a fly* Eh, cosmetic... Don't worry yourself with it. *Wry laugh* I'll get it replaced, one day. Haven't seen a need to, yet... *Readjusts his hold on her so she's more comfortable* How about you focus on getting some sleep and I'll think about that, hm?
Gardio: *starts moving the the crates to their new and proper homes as Donny instructed. Taking great care not to drop any of their precious belongings*
Teshteal: No. I'll never be okay... *Spiralling* Why would I deserve that? I've always been a terrible excuse for a person. I couldn't even do simple tasks without messing up! How have I survived this long? Are the people on the boat spies? Soldiers operating on a code word? Is everyone in danger? Are they after me-?
Jasmine: (Is now also focused on his bad hand that she siezes and brings up to her face, playing with his fingers curiously)
Donovan: (Goes outside to bring in more crates, walking a bit slowly)
Joyce: (Gets even more worried and stops walking) “Teshteal? No- you'll be okay, you’re not a terrible person…”
Nick: *softly hums* Try not to pinch yourself on the joints... *Keeping his hand slack so she can play as she likes*
Gardio: *soon as most of the items neatly stacked where they need to be. He starts getting in a rhythm with Donny, taking them from the younger man's hands and eventually noticing his slow pace* Are you alright? You seem sluggish with a few of these packages.
Teshteal: *crouches in the middle of the path, his tail swishing wildly* Th-then why do I keep getting these thoughts to kill or hurt everyone around me? Why do I want to act on them?! Do I actually love you? *He grips and tugs at his hair* Or is that just a means to a horrific end?! Why do they still control me-?!
Jasmine: (Toys with his fingers, tilting her head curiously while humming a note in question, wondering what happened to the skin on his hand)
Donovan: “Hm? Oh, I’m alright…. Just thinking about things….” (Gives Gardio another forced smile and nod) “I’ve gotta help Ma set up the large clawfoot tub they brought for her in her master bathroom, I want her to be able to have that spa bath she talked about.”
Joyce: (Swallows hard, her voice shaking. She wants to be able to spit out something wise for her boyfriend to ponder, but she can’t find the right words. So she goes back to what she only knows) “Teshteal? Can you take some deep breaths? You’re safe here….” (Wonders if she should run and go find Gardio or Nick)
Teshteal: *he tries to take a deep breath, but somehow chokes on it and swears between coughs. Despite this, he keeps trying to breathe deeply, eventually succeeding*
Gardio: Would you like some help with that? I can install the tub, too. It wouldn't be a problem at all for me in fact. *flashes a confident but also helpful smile* It's the least I could do to repay you all for housing us.
Nick: *sensing the question hinted at by that solitary hum* Lost that doing repairs on Diamond City. Or at least that's what I would say if it weren't from another model. Seems we generation 2 synths can't keep the skin on our bones.
Joyce: (Breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that it’s working, lightly petting his messy hair) “You’re okay…. We’re safe here…. We can go inside and get you a cup of some nice cold water.”
Donovan: (Looks at Gardio with partial astonishment) “Really? You can do that?”
Jasmine: (Nods her head slowly to show that she understands, then lightly runs her fingers near the gash on his neck, her eyes flickering to him expectingly)
Teshteal: *flinches a little, not expecting the comforting gesture. He leans into it, much like a cat headbutting their owner's hand. Softly* Okay... I'm sorry...
Gardio: Of course! Wouldn't be the first time I've hauled a tub up a set of stairs. I did that in my old settlement a few of times for folks. *Gestures vaguely with a tilt of his head as he hauls another crate to the kitchen* Just point me to the tub, where you want it, the plumbing supplies, and the water supply and a I'll have it done by the end of the day!
Nick: That's a combination of a lot of hard detective work, living in the ruins, and, you'd guess it, fixing up Diamond City... *Pets her head with his good hand*
Joyce: “It’s alright, here….” (Holds out her hand to him with a gentle and understanding smile) “Let’s go inside.”
Donovan: (Rubs the back of his head) “The tub is probably still on the dock and you can ask someone to help you wheel it in. The tub goes into the bathroom in Ma’s room and I’ll let her know so that you don’t give her a fright. The rest of the stuff should be in a little utility room in the basement.”
Jasmine: (Looks up at her Dad with her sparkling amber eyes that catch the sunlight and reflect beautifully, smiling at him, still toying with his bad hand)
Teshteal: *slowly takes her hand and lets her head him to the house*
Gardio: Understood. *Flashes a confident smile as he makes his way to the door. As he passes by the pair, his look shifts to concern. He doesn't stop walking, keeping mind of his deadline*
Nick: *taken back by the honey colored eyes before fondly smiling at her. Again, he's just happy to see that she's in such good spirits for once.*
Joyce: (Shifts the little bundle in her arms, gently squeezing her boyfriends hand, leading him back to the house)
Donovan: (Waves him off and just kinda stands there in the living room for a moment, taking a deep breath)
Jasmine: (Cutely scrunches her nose, whatever that light was surely brightened her soul back up, it’s even reflected in her eyes that aren’t resembling a haunted doll at the moment)
Nick: *wonders if this is the most she's been this calm and hopeful since they first met, not counting the trip through her memories*
Gardio: *reaches the dock and eyes the huge crate containing the tub. He approaches the crew working the boat with a wave* Mind if I get some help hauling this to the lighthouse? *He thinks he hears the brush rustle behind him, but shrugs it off as a gust of wind blows through the nearby treetops*
Teshteal: *face goes red, looking at their joined hands, both flustered and embarrassed simultaneously. Flustered because of the contact. Embarrassed for his breakdown just moments before*
Joyce: (Leads him inside to the kitchen, opening the fridge to browse what’s inside, deciding to take out a small pitcher of what appears to be lemonade) “Want some of this too? Or just water?”
Crewman: “Yup. It’s too bad we don’t have our forklift.” (Motions for everyone nearby to gather around the crate that’s on wheels so they can push and pull it with rope)
Jasmine: (Softly, and hoarsely because of her screaming and crying earlier) “You okay?”
Nick: I'm more than okay- you seem to be doing better and that's done me a world of good in itself!
Gardio: That is a shame. *Clucks as he walks along the tub* I'll push. *Gets behind the crate and braces himself against it, squatting so his legs do all the work* When you're all ready.
Teshteal: *sniffs the pitcher. It's definitely lemonade adjacent* I'll take it.
Lucille: *heaves a deep, relieved breath, the pressure worked out of her system* Thank you, Mama Evie...
Jasmine: (Searches her fathers eyes for a moment before nodding, glancing down at herself, then their surroundings, trying to catch up on what the hell is even going on)
Crewman: “Alright then. One…. Two…. Three!!!” (With that they all start pull on the crate to haul it up to the lighthouse with Gardios help)
Joyce: (Takes out two glasses and pours herself and Teshteal some lemonade, handing him his glass with her still warm smile) “Here you go!”
Ma: (Tenderly, stroking Lucille’s head) “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Nick: If you're wondering why you're up here, you crawled onto the roof from the window.
Teshteal: *accepts the glass, his hand trembles but he feigns a smile as he sips the tangy drink*
Gardio: *with his strength they make short work of it. Before they know it, they're at the doorstep* Good work! Thank you for the help! *Considers talking to Donny to see if there's anything they can do to pay them back extra for their service*
Lucille: ...I think I'm ready to get out of the bath, now...
Jasmine: (Looks like she’s about to ask more questions but then she hears voices coming from the bottom of the house and she gets spooked since she’s underdress, snagging her dads coat that Ma had brought up earlier to throw over her, curling up to her dad for safety)
Joyce: (Takes and squeezes his hand in hers, beaming at him as she drinks her lemonade)
Crewman: “No problem. Anything for the good mother.” (Starts to walk back the house with the others to finish the rest of the stuff)
Donovan: (Comes up from the basement where he was putting away more stuff)
Ma: (Nods and rises from the chair to grab a large towel for Lucille, offering her arm for support) “Okay honey, just move slowly for me and don’t put pressure on your ankle.”
Nick: *laughs a little and rubs her shoulder* Don't worry, doll. I got ya... I think I'm the only person in earshot if you're wandering what's going on.
Gardio: *goes down to the basement, quickly locating the utility room and fetching a crowbar to free the tub from its wooden prison. It isn't long before he's on the front step again and doing just that*
Teshteal: *blushes again, his ears pricking up a little... Quietly* I get so flustered around you... *Takes an awkward small sip of his drink*
Lucille: *wry laugh at that* I've walked on worse- *Attempts to rise but nearly falls over from the shooting pain in her ankle. She supports herself with the side of the tub*
Jasmine: (Shivers with fright and because she’s actually cold for once, huddling up to the warm safety that is dad. She peeps just her head out so she can look up at Nick and breath better, tightly clinging to him)
Donovan: (Had walked into the kitchen and raises a brow at the two) “Having a drink?”
Joyce: (Giggles and nods, balancing Gertie’s bundle in the crook of her arm) “Yup- drinking some of the lemonade I helped Mama make.”
Ma: (Firmly) “But under my watch you won’t. Come here.” (Puts her arm under Lucille’s so she can guide her out of the tub and onto the chair)
Nick: Cold? I think this broth here is still warm enough to do some good if you'll take it... *Jerks his head at the bottle as he rubs the small of her back*
Teshteal: *turns an even darker shade of red as he keeps the drink to his mouth, hoping it can hide his face. He doesn't even remember if Donny knows about their relationship*
Gardio: *props open the door then takes in a few deep breaths and lifts the giant tub on his own, occasionally grunting as he carries it through the house to its final designation*
Lucille: *hangs onto the older woman for support. She mentally curses the state her body is currently in- unable to support its own weight*
Jasmine: (Blinks up at Nick, her eyes getting a light mist to them) “Tainted….?”
Donovan: (Chuckles and waves a teasing finger at Joyce and Teshteal) “No closed doors.”
Joyce: (Rolls her eyes) “I’m not twelve! Plus- Gilbert wouldn’t allow anything anyways.”
Ma: (In one fast and fluid motion she wraps Lucille in the blanket and plucks her out of the water, seating her in the chair) “There we go, now ya can dry off and get dressed.”
Nick: What? Tainted...? *A horrific realization of what she means dawns on him, but instead he firmly shakes his head* I doubt Donny would do that to you... But it if makes you feel better, I'll test it for you *Reaches for the bottle, tips it, then massages the top. A couple drops of the broth lands in his mouth. He mimes chewing to get a better sense of the flavor then tilts his head* No, not tainted. There's a bunch of salt and herbs. But other than that, it's your run of the mill beef broth. *Offers the bottle to her*
Teshteal: *panicking a little. He's definitely stronger than a ferret and there's always the risk of losing himself to the programming looming over his head. He just keeps sipping his lemonade, pretending everything's fine. He's caused enough trouble, for now.*
Lucille: *blinks with slightly wide eyes. For a moment she reexamines all the scars on her body, then she reaches up to her hair and lets out a mild gasp... It's gotten a bit longer since she's cut it, last.* Another thing I'm going to have to take care of later, I guess... *Starts to reach for her clothes*
Gardio: *managed to get it all the way up to Ma's bathroom. He heaves a sigh of relief once it's out of his arms. He wipes his hands together and presses them on his hips as he assesses the situation before getting the tools*
Jasmine: (Stares at her dad almost in astonishment now) “Donny….” (Covers her mouth and mumbles something into it that sounds foreign, then giggles as she closes her eyes) “Donny….” (Opens her eyes with a disoriented expression, banging the side of her forehead with the palm of her hand, trying to get herself to process things better. Her head hurts and so does her stomach, but it’s probably hunger at this point. She takes the bottle into her mouth and slowly starts to suck, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something)
Donovan: (Gestures at Gertie in her bundle, approaching so he can see the new little one) “Aaawww, she’s so precious.” (Reaches out to gives the baby some scritches on the top of her head)
Gertie: (Leans into it and closes her eyes, licking her nose again)
Joyce: (Excitedly, lemonade dribbling down her chin) “I know!!! She’s more adorable than I ever could’ve imagined!!!”
Ma: (Offers Lucille some lotion if she wants it) “I could give you a haircut later, honey. I have all the tools, but you did just take a shower. Unless you’re one of those who don’t feel like ants are all over them after a haircut and don’t have the need to take a rinse.”
Ma’s Room: (Pretty large since it’s the master bedroom and well decorated, a distinct scent of flowers in the air. There’s a big bed with luscious pillows and sheets positioned at the left wall with two nightstands on each side of it, but only one of them is full of stuff while the other remains bare besides a lamp. Her rocking chair is besides a collection of books, a TV, and holotapes of what seem to be playlists of songs from the labels that are either titles of full albums or specially mixed playlists, in both English and Spanish. Also a few movies and shows are mixed in there. There’s a large vanity besides the walk-in closet that’s lined with different perfumes and other ladies trinkets. She also has a sewing station set up complete with a high grade sewing machine and an adjustable dress form. The rest of the room is decorated with a rug and a few decor items and her walls are plastered with photos of different people of varying ages from infants to older folks, sometimes Ma is in posing those photos with Donny also making an appearance)
Ma’s Bathroom: (A dreamy pink bathroom with patterns of hearts on the walls. On the floor are matching bath mats and matching towels are hung up on the walls. There’s a empty spot in the little indent meant for a tub that had long been removed to make way for the new one)
Lucille: Yeah, you're right. I would get pretty itchy. *Accepts the lotion and starts to rub it on herself before putting on her clothes completely*
Nick: *glad to see she's drinking something without much fuss. He does wonder what's on her mind but he's not going to interrupt her*
Teshteal: *notices the lemonade dribbling down her chin and finally puts down the cup, dashing for a hand towel then, with a surprising delicate and gentle touch, dabs the liquid dry from her face. Sweetly* Swallow next time before you speak... Okay?
Gardio: *a little awestruck when he can finally fully view the room upon return. He feels like he just stepped into a movie... Then has to remind himself that over 200 years ago, people had lusciously decorated and populated rooms like these... He takes a moment to admire the sewing machine, the TV and holotapes, the records, and bed. It almost brings a tear to his eye. He doesn't know why- the whole house is a snapshot of life before the bombs... He sighs as he looks at all the photos with a nostalgically sad smile*
Jasmine: (Settles down against Nicks chest again, eyes still locked up on him) (Signing) “Speak, please.” (Wants to hear his voice right now since it’s so soothing)
Joyce: (Crinkles her nose at Teshteal) “Okay I’ll try, but no promises.”
Donovan: (As he gets himself a glass of water) “She does the same thing with snacks, which is why Pirate always hovers near her feet when she’s talking.”
Pirate: (Is in fact hovering near under the table)
Ma: (Strokes Lucille’s damp hair) “Would you like me to call your father to come help you, or would you like some crutches to use?”
The Photos: (Are all in uniquely decorated photo frames, each one lovingly handcrafted for each photo it holds)
Nick: Heh. Want to hear my thoughts? I could ask you the same, honestly. How's your memory from the last day or so?
Teshteal: *light chuckle. Something about that reminds him of himself*
Gardio: *fond smile despite not knowing any of them. He decides to get started on installing this tub, only heading out for a moment to turn off the water then back up to attach the pipe to the tub itself, plumbers glue, caulk and all. Part of him wonders if he should fashion a shroud for the pipe so it doesn't look garrish against the emaculate bathroom, but he finds it's well hidden with some adjustments to the plumbing and position of the tub*
Lucille: Get me some crutches. I'll figure out how to get to the attic. *Finally fully clothed... Though she does miss some of the secure feeling her armor gave her*
Jasmine: (Makes a so-so motion with her hand, shaking her head) (Signing) “Foggy.”
Donovan: (Pats Joyce’s shoulder) “I need you to help me with getting some of the smaller broken down crates back to the dock so they can take them back.”
Joyce: (Sets her glass down) “Okay!” (Holds out Gertie’s bundle to Teshteal) “Do you mind watching her for me while I help Donny?”
Ma: “Oh sweetheart, there are a lot of stairs to get back up there. I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind coming back down to help you.” (Gently cups her cheek and tilts her face up to hers) “He wouldn’t want you to fall, and neither would I.”
Nick: Do you remember where we are...?
Lucille: I'm sure I could get back up. I'm sturdier than that... Besides he's probably busy with something. I don't want to bother him-
Teshteal: *takes Gertie and holds her close to his chest* Sure! Be careful out there!
Gardio: *fiddling with the pieces of pipe he brought up to make sure he has all the right bends and connections and that they're the right size for the tub... It's not like he can just go down to the hardware store and buy more pipe.*
Jasmine: (Raises her head a bit more to slowly look around, eyes going up to the lighthouse where she had previously put a gun to her own head, the pieces hardly clicking in her head) (Quietly) “Donny….”
Joyce: “I will be, don’t worry!” (Walks off to grab some of the crates off the counter and carry them off.”
Donovan: (Quickly follows after her after a wave to Teshteal over his shoulder, mind occupied with something else already)
Ma: “Love, what did we just discuss, hm? That your family is here to help you, that it what families do.” (Starts to walk to the door, looking at the young woman over her shoulder) “I’ll go find your father, your wellbeing never should be a bother to him.”
Teshteal: *blinks before looking down at the tiny ferret resting her head just outside of her bindle* She'll be okay, right...?
Nick: I take it from that look, you do- at least a little. *Nods his head at the bottle* Looks like you still have some broth left...
Gardio: *fitting the connectors together then test fitting them to the tub and water line as Ma comes up to get him*
Lucille: *frowns at her feet. No one bothered to simply reach out and help her when she was over encumbered or injured in the past two years. Sure there was the occasional offer to lighten the load, but often they had too much on their hands as it was. Unless her companions were fighting something on her behalf, there was hardly any assistance if she was injured... The only exception was when she lost a limb and an eye. Or her wife gave her a stimpak for her troubles*
Jasmine: (Nods her head at the bottle and continues to drink while staring at Nick with interest)
Gertie: (Licks her nose some more and yawns, blinking up at the gremlin like the baby she is)
Donovan: (Sees Ma leave the bathroom just before he goes back outside) “Detective Chapel is helping with your bathtub.”
Ma: “Oh really? How sweet of him.” (Smiles and quickly heads up the stairs to find Gardio. She lightly knocks on her own door so she doesn’t startle him entering) “Detective Chapel?” (Steps into her room and walks over to her bathroom)
Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Eight
Masterlist
Teshteal: *hides behind Gardio suddenly, sniffing the air to see if this person's friend or foe*
Gardio: *not sure why he's hiding suddenly since he knows the smaller man can easily kill a horde of super mutants*
Joyce: (Immediately notices and turns to face Teshteal, worry on her face) “Teshteal….?”
Donovan: (To the crew member) “Safe trip?” (Extends his hand for a handshake)
Crew Member: (Grips Donny’s arm with hers, flashing a friendly smile) “The waters got a little rough, but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle.” (Gestures behind her at the rest of the crew members who are starting to unload) “We’ve got everything on the list- along with some gifts from friends.”
Donovan: (Begins walking closer to the boat) “Is that so?”
Teshteal: *eyeing up and down the crew member. So far he smells the sea and the typical smell of gun powder that many a caravan person has. Hisses* Gifts? *listening and sniffing for anything that could be a bomb or a trojan crate*
Gardio: *notices Joyce's concerned look and extends a reassuring hand* He's likely on guard because it's a new person... *To crew member after adjusting his hat* Mind if I and my associate inspect the crates?
Lucille: *quietly blinks into the water as the lullaby ends, not sure how to handle her now relaxed and still state*
Ma: (Softly, like a mother speaking to her downhearted child) “Something on your mind, love?”
Lucille: Just not used to being this relaxed. *shrugs*
Ma: (Grabs some conditioner and a comb) “Is that so? You’re on the road a lot I take it?”
Joyce: (Inches closer to Teshteal, holding out her hand to him) “It’s okay- they are good friends of ours….” (Glances back at the boat) “Really good friends….”
Crew Member: (So confused about the glowing ghoul and the strange hissy gremlin behind him) “Uh…..” (Turns to Donny with wide eyes)
Donovan: (Shrugs his shoulders) “I mean…. It ain’t like they're hiding anything.” (Gestures at the crew members who are beginning to unload the boat onto the dock) “We’ve known these guys all their lives- their parents and even grandparents too.”
Boat Captain: (Waves to Donny from the top of the deck)
Donovan: (Smiles and waves back) “Yo Trenton! Ya didn’t happen to pack a bomb on the boat, hm?”
Trenton: (Shakes his head) “And hurt dear old Mama Evie? You think I’m trying to get my head to be served on a platter?”
Goats: (Bleat from inside the boat as if confirming the captains words)
Lucille: *nods* Very. I have settlements to maintain- *tenses up, remembering all the work she has to do on quite a few settlements* I need to get back to work soon-
Ma: (Frowns slightly hearing that) “Honey, remember what I said about slowing down to give yourself time?”
Teshteal: *slowly eases out from behind the large glowing one detective with extreme caution*
Gardio: *to the crew* If you say so. *still watching warily like the gargoyle he is*
Joyce: (Reaches to take her boyfriends hand, looking between both him and Gardio) “….Is something wrong?”
Crew Member: (Still looking at Donny nervously as she rushes to follow him) “Protective much?” (Gestures at the two newcomers who seems extra wary and cautious) “Are they…..?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head as he takes a crate from a crew member that hands it to him) “Nah, but you guys didn’t hire anyone new- right?”
Crew Member: (Also shakes her head) “Nope. Some old sea dogs as it’s always been.”
Donovan: “Good.” (Motions with his chin to a spot on the ground) “Just leave the crates and boxes there- and I’ll bring ‘em inside. You know how Ma likes everything organized.”
Crew Member: “You’re sure Donny…? We can help with the sorting?”
Donovan: (Remembering Jasmine and how jumpy she is) “Nawh- I’ve got it. Besides, don’t you guys have other places to be?”
Teshteal: New people. I need to be careful that they aren't vault operatives or that I don't hurt innocent people.
Gardio: *to Teshteal* They seem like decent people-
Teshteal: *shakes his head* Not just that, I sense... something off out here. Hard to place right now. *tail twitches anxiously*
Lucille: *quietly* This isn't enough time...?
Ma: (Smiles sadly down at her, gently squeezing her hand that she never let go of) “No my dear- three days is not enough for what you went through and neither is one soothing bath.”
Lucille: That's what worked in the past. I don't see why it doesn't work now. *shrugs*
Joyce: (Looks around at the people helping with unloading the cargo) “But what’s wrong about this?”
Trenton: (Comes out with a small bundle- too small to be a baby but it’s some sort of little creature) “Joyce? Sweetheart- look who’s here.”
Joyce: (Eyes widen as she begins to approach the boat captain instead, carefully taking the bundle from him)
Donovan: (Stopped helping with unloading the crates just to watch, smiling at his little sister)
Joyce: (Squeals with excitement as she beams down at the little bundle) “Ohhhhhhh!!!! She’s adorable!!!”
Teshteal: *ears perk up and and curiosity gets the best of him so he carefully approaches Joyce to see what... or rather who she's holding. He completely forgot her question already*
Joyce: (Beams up at her boyfriend, leaning towards him to show her little bundle of joy)
The Bundle: (Contains the tiny wiggly form of a baby panda ferret who’s no older than eight weeks old)
Joyce: (Squeals as she coos down at the little noodle, scratching under its chin) “Isn’t she just the cutest!?!?”
Trenton: (Smiles at Joyce and backs off to talk with Donovan, his face getting slightly more serious)
Ma: (Tenderly as she pets Lucille’s hair) “Oh honey- that ain’t a good way to function. It is like I said before- you’re human and it’s not fair to treat yourself as less. You need rest, for both your mental and physical health.”
Lucille: That's lovely and all but I have people who depend on me. They need supplies- Defenses! I can't just lay around for a week when they're waiting on materials that could very well save their lives!
Ma: (Raises a brow at this) “Huh, If I didn’t know any better I would say you sound like you’re raising a bunch of orphaned children. Are that weak and helpless? Isn’t there someone else who can give them a hand? You’re just one person, sweetheart. You can’t do it all.” (Fearful that Lucille will crumble again under more pressure)
Teshteal: *eyes go big- as large as saucers- at the teeny little panda noodle. He resists the urge to pick her up and lifts her up above his head in awe* A little baby panoodle...! *cupping both sides of his face, trying to contain his joy. He forgets about his apprehension completely thanks to the precious little ferret*
Joyce: “Panoodle!!!!!” (Looks like she’s attempting to contain her joy just as much as Teshteal, giving a bunch of little kisses down to her new baby)
Pirate: (Running and jumping around to greet everyone as if they were old friends, tail wagging like crazy)
Trenton: (Beckons Donovan to follow him while Joyce is distracted, picking up a crate of food that is meant to go inside)
Donovan: (Gives one quick look to his little sister as he also picks up a crate to carry inside, following the captain) “What’s up?”
Trenton: “I’ve got something for ya….”
Lucille: *purses her lips in thought and goes silent in thought for a moment. Quietly* Who's going to build the defenses...? The walls...? No one else does it but me... *head spins as she begins to spiral from how much the Commonwealth depends on solely her*
Ma: (Squeezes Lucille’s hand again as even more worry floods her face) “My sweet…..” (Gently cups Lucille’s cheek with her other hand to try and get her attention before she loses the young woman) “Lucille, look at me please.”
Lucille: ... *looks up ever so slightly, her mismatched eyes trying to focus on Ma despite her spiraling thoughts on all the responsibility thrown on her*
Ma: (Gently strokes Lucille’s cheek with her thumb, her face soft and comforting) “Are you with me, sweetie?”
Teshteal: *cooing at the tiny panda noodle. Doesn't believe he's seen anything so cute in his life*
Joyce: (Moves to huddle in closer to her boyfriend again so he can get a better look at the little wiggly gal) “She’s so little!!!” (Slightly holds the bundle out so Teshteal can hold the baby if he wants)
Donovan: “Good or bad?”
Trenton: “Wish I could say good news- but sadly it ain’t…..”
Donovan: (Feels a weight of dread and exhaustion build up in his chest at that) “Oh…..”
Teshteal: *takes the baby panoodle into his arms and gently nuzzles her soft fur with his nose* So soft and sweet! *stops for a moment, admiring the adorable ball of fluff* What are you going to name her?
Joyce: (Proudly) “Gertie!!! She’s from the same mother as Gilbert!!!”
Gertie: (Gives a very tiny lick on the gremlins nose, her little paws poking out of the swaddle she’s in)
Donovan: (Sets the crate down on the kitchen counter, walking over to check on the slowly simmering pot of broth)
Trenton: (Looks like he’s dreading to bare whatever news he has to the ghoul)
Jasmine: (Whimpers ever so slightly in her sleep, also feeling a heavy load start to weigh down on her shoulders and ropes snag at her ankles- trying to pull her down in her dreams once more….. But she can also feel something else…. Something she can’t quit put her finger on…. But it’s present)
Teshteal: *giggles at the tiny ferret kiss* Awe! He's got a little sister now! *gently holds one of her tiny paws in his fingers* Wook at her wittle hands!
Joyce: (Practically shining brighter than the sun itself) “She’s so stinking cute that imma die!!!”
Gertie: (Looking between the two squealers curiously, so confused on what’s going on)
Crew Members: (Keep unloading all the goods and eventually they stroll on out with a half dozen or so sheep and goats with their young, the creatures bleating as the clamor along)
Jasmine: (Attempts to free herself from the chains that are tying and pulling her down as she feels the crushing weight of the world on bare down on her shoulders- partly recognizing that she’s dreaming and her troubles are manifesting themselves into it. She struggles for a bit, tears forming on her waterline and she’s about to scream with frustration but then she feels like what seems to be a gentle kiss on her head from behind and she freezes- hearing a low hum in the distance of her dreamworld)
Teshteal: *blinks for a moment, tail twitching upward when he realizes something. Whispers* I think we might be scaring her with all our cooing. *to the baby ferret as quietly as he possibly can* Sorry.
Joyce: (Hums lowly as her emerald eyes widen) “Ooops…..” (Reaches out to gently stroke her new baby’s face again) “Sorry Gertie….”
Gertie: (Also licks Joyce’s fingers with her tiny tongue when she can)
Lucille: Trying to be... *thoughts race on what settlement still needs what resource and how many turrets she needs to assign to another and so on...* Hard to stop when it's all you've been able to think about for the last year and a half....
Ma: (Softly) “And you do it all completely on your own? For over a year and a half now?”
Lucille: *nods grimly* No one helps...
Ma: (Heart just about snaps all over again and she has half a mind to go down to these settlements and give them an earful because poor Lucille seems to have enough trouble as it is) “It really is no wonder that you’re so overworked. But I’m sure we can work something out that doesn’t involve you trudging all around to try and fix everyone’s problems.”
Jasmine: (Her hands that were once firmly clasping Nicks shirt start to move a bit to grope behind him despise nothing being there) “Mhmmm……”
Dogmeat: (Sniffs the girl when she does this, whining softly)
Jasmine: (Eyes sparkle in her dream world as the humming gets closer and it’s unmistakeable of what it is to her) “Mamá…..” (And just like that- the weight starts to get lifted off her shoulders and her ties start to become undone)
Nick: *to dogmeat calmly* I see it, boy. Problem is- I don't want to wake her. *senses the presence himself, though for him it's more like an unknown source of heat or warmth other than the sun*
Gardio: *observing from the distance. From the sound of things, the goods involve livestock and he doesn't want to risk contaminating them with his radiation*
Teshteal: *gentle smile, or as gentle as it can be with his sharp teeth at Gertie*
Lucille: Good luck getting people to listen... If it's not farming or guard duty or some other slightly menial task, then it's all on me to keep up these places.
Ma: (Huffs slightly when she hears that) “Well that sounds to me plain unfair on your side. They cannot really expect one woman to help now can they?”
Gertie: (Licks her nose as she gazes up between Joyce and Teshteal, seemingly unbothered by Teshteal appearance since he’s friendly)
Joyce: (Nose scrunches slightly) “I think Gilbert isn’t going to be too happy- he’s spoiled that way.”
Jasmine: (Shakes off her remaining shackles in her dream and looks around with wide kitten eyes) “Mamá!!!!” (She listens for the humming, but it sounds like it’s coming from all directions so she picks one and starts running) “Mami!!!!!” (She feels another soft breath and kiss on the back of her neck this time as she runs- fueling her determination. She misses her mother so damn much….)
Dogmeat: (Noses his way on in closer to the teen as she continues to try and grab something behind Nick while kicking her feet)
Nick: Oh- Hold on, doll... *wraps his arms around her to keep her from knocking the both of them off of the lounge chair and starts rubbing her back to soothe her excitement*
Teshteal: *quiet huff* What is Gilbert to do? She'll have to live in the same house. *emphatically raises his hands, as if performing a fool in a play shrugging off a joke or a jab*
Joyce: (Giggles at Teshteal, squeezing Gertie’s bundle slightly) “You’re right. He’ll have to grow to love his little sister. Besides- I’m sure she smells like their mother.” (Sniffs the little noodle to confirm her thoughts- Gertie smelling exactly like baby Gilbert when she first got him)
Lucille: *shrugs in defeat* Apparently, they can... Doesn't matter. I like building-
Ma: (Shakes her head in disapproval at these people as she mutters something under her breath, tapping the bottom of Lucille’s chin) “I’m sure you do honey- but too much strain on one person will cause them to crumble. So no- they can’t be asking you to do everything for them. You have your own life to manage too.”
Jasmine: (Somewhat feels Nicks gentle rubs in her sleep, but she cannot really contain herself as she feels the softest of touches caress the side of her face and she runs even faster towards a bright beacon of light in the distance. Behind her she can almost hear and feels her troubles calling out to her, but the light is driving it all away for her) “Mamá!!!”
Nick: *confused- she's usually only this active in her sleep when she's having a nightmare and yet, she doesn't seem distressed*
Teshteal: *sniffs* She does smell kind of similar to the little guy...
Gardio: *still still as a statue. One would assume he is one*
Joyce: (Takes in a deep inhale of Gertie, rocking back and forth happily) “Baby ferret smell!!!”
Lucille: *mutters quietly* What life... I had a life before the war and now what? I blew up the institute- but that's all I'll ever be known for.... *splashes the water in a fit of frustration* The one who obliterated the boogeyman of the commonwealth while graciously giving homes to those who need them.
Ma: “Correct me if I am wrong- but I believe that ‘your life’ consists of the same people who helped talk you out of ending it so soon and have taken care of you.” (Tenderly rakes her fingers through Lucille’s purple hair) “They make up your life and you make up theirs in turn. That is what family is. You take care of one another and watch each others hearts and wellbeing.”
Lucille: *eyes sting with tears. She tries to hide it by averting her gaze. She doesn't know if she has the strength to return the favor to the people who do care... And now she wonders if she's failed each and every one of them, now*
Jasmine: (Hums along with the song the voice of her mother is singing- recognizing it immediately as one of the many lullabies she’d sing. It twists her heartstrings a bit, but she cannot help the smile on her face) “Mami….” (She stops running but doesn’t stop squirming to escape in real life, closing her eyes to bask in the warmth she’s feeling throughout her body)
Nick: *still holding his squirming daughter as still as he can. He keeps petting her back to comfort her*
Ma: (Smiles kindly down at the young woman) “You know- people often ask me why I do what I do. Why I devote everything I am to being a caretaker and mother when I seemingly get little in return for walking sometime walking into a blaze that could leave me with less than what I had before. What they don’t understand is that I do get something in return each and every time. I get the irreplaceable joy of seeing my babies and loved ones flourish and glow over time even in the tiniest ways. That will fill me up more than gold and glory ever wil even if it’s in the tiniest of ways like a simple glitter in their eyes in the morning at breakfast or the peaceful look on their face as they sleep in comfort.” (Gently taps the bottom of Lucille’s chin once more before she moves her hand up to tuck her short hair behind her ears even if there isn’t much to do so) “That’s what any good parent wants from their kid. I can say that your father is no different. And if I end up with taking a hard loss or a couple of hits, well then so be it. Love is the sacrifices we make for each other anyways. And if you’re wondering what you’re sacrificing here for this love- it’s that little piece of you that you keep trying to hide away from everyone. That little piece of you that’s human, tired and just wants peace and rest. Yes, that piece of you that you think is unwanted and not worth it is still precious because it’s a part of you, my love.”
Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at how loving his girlfriend is over this small creature*
Joyce: (Bounces and pats her little bundle of joy- then glances back at the house) “I wonder how we should play this out with Gilbert….”
Jasmine: (Mumbling hoarsely as she paws midair) “Mamá…. Come back…. Please….” (Kicks her feet a bit harder) “Lo siento Mami, lo mucho siento. Por favor….. Don’t leave me alone- you know I hate it….”
Translation: “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m very sorry. Please.”
Dogmeat: (Sniffles the squirming girl some more with big puppy eyes of confusion and concern because she’s making strange sounds)
The Voice: (Whispers ever so softly and comfortingly into the broken teens ear, wrapping her up in a hug of warmth and security) “Chiquilla bonita. Llegaste del cielo en un tren del amor. Tu alegre sonrisa. Me enseña en la vida, el camino mejor….”
Translation: “Pretty girly. You arrived from heaven on a train of love. You’re happy smile. It teaches me the better things in life.”
Jasmine: (Feels her heart both flood with overwhelming joy and crack into a million little pieces when she registers that- having not understood why her mother had been so adamant on singing that song to her during her prewar days…. But now it’s just becoming clear. She has to find her mother- she has to say sorry) “I’m sorry Mamá…..” (She hugs her dream self tightly and rocks back and forth on her feet, taking a couple of slow steps to follow the voice but once again it’s coming from all directions)
Nick: *whispers* What's going on in that pretty little head of yours...?
Teshteal: Hrm... Slowly? Like a cat?
Gardio: *nods*
Lucille: *lips tremble before burying her face in her hands. She wishes she COULD rest but the consequences of that feel too great*
Ma: (Softly) “Whatcha thinking about, my sweet?” (Gently allows her hand to rest on Lucille’s shoulder, looking on at the young woman with concern and understanding)
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Joyce: (Glances between Gardio and Teshteal) “I suppose so- but knowing my little stinker he’ll come running the moment he senses someone else taking up my attention then throw a tantrum.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Jasmine: (Mewls like a lost kitten looking for their mother because she essentially is, her dream self wandering aimlessly through an empty field to find a dead woman whom she swears she can feel in her heart and hear in the distance. She smiles despite being lost- because she knows that her mother is close by and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on her child) “Where are you?”
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Ma: “Oh cariño…” (Her mother instincts take ahold and she immediately drops to her knees besides the poor young woman, gently draping her arm around Lucille’s shoulder to pull her into a hug that she can easily pull out of if she desires) “Sssssh, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll figure things out all together. You can only shoulder so much on your own until you crack and crumble- but that’s what your family is here for.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Joyce: (Turns back to the lighthouse in thought, then back down at the tiny kit once more) “Well- he’s gonna have to at least tolerate her. Hopefully he quickly learns that there’s plenty of love to go around. Plus it’s not good for ferrets to be alone.”
Teshteal: *making kissy faces and baby noises at the baby ferret... his ears pick up a rustling noise in the distance of the woods but the size tells him it might be a wild animal of some kind*
Jasmine: (Suddenly perks upright from Nicks chest as if she was summoned, her hands firmly planted on his shoulders so she can steady herself as her big magical doe eyes scan the area expectingly. They gloss over both Nick and Dogmeat as if they weren’t there- obviously she’s looking for something else) “Mamá…..” (She can still feel the warmth in her heart and the prickle of a ghostly kiss on the back of her head….. But where is her mother?)
Nick: *looks where she is. His sensors pick up a faint impression of... something but it's hard to get a reading. He briefly considers heading to Acadia for calibration if not for Jasmine's behavior. Kindly, out of confusion* What about her, doll?
Lucille: *sobs into the older woman's arms*
Ma: (Locks Lucille into her strong and comforting embrace that many people had sought solace in before) “Sssshh, it’s okay. Just let it all out.”
Jasmine: (Pouts a bit when she can’t find her mother, then she tilts her head at another prickle on her cheek. She then makes grabby hands up in the air while leaning over the side of the chair, almost like she’s trying to leap out of her fathers arms)
Nick: Woah, hold on there... *pulls her back a little, unsure exactly why she's trying to leap out of the seat at nothing. Granted, it seems better than the wild thrashing from before, but it doesn't make him any less concerned about her current behavior*
Gardio: *decides that the two lovebirds should be fine so he walks back to the lighthouse to try and be of some help. He approaches the two men* If there's any cargo that isn't food or livestock to haul in or set up, I'd be willing to help.
Donovan: (Looks frazzled about something but slowly nods his head, a bottle of broth in hand) “Yeah…. Yeah, that would be nice thank you….” (He walks over to the other ghoul, holding out the bottle to him) “Give this to Detective Valentine before you go, please.”
Trenton: (Leaning against the wall, looking down in deep thought, staring Donny’s expression of worry)
Gardio: Will do. *gives an affirming nod then gives Donny a reassuring but heavy pat on the shoulder, giving him just a little radiation as a boost to help ease his frazzled nerves before he heads on up to the roof*
Donovan: (Gives a weak smile at Gardio as he leaves, then sighs heavily)
Joyce: (Goes back to squealing happily over the little one) “Oooooh, she’s too perfect!!! I can’t get enough of her sweet little face!!!”
Gertie: (Gazes up at Teshteal and Joyce, licking her nose some more)
Teshteal: *licks his own nose with his long tongue to mimic Gertie*
Gertie: (Seems fascinated by the two people in front of her, especially by the strange gremlin man mimicking her by licking his own nose)
Joyce: (Giggles some more, this time at her boyfriend) “Ack, you’re cute as well!!!”
Jasmine: (Whines when she’s kept from leaping into the air but she doesn’t seem too upset, just tries to do it again while still making grabby hands at nothing)
Nick: *sighs, knowing if he tries to snap her out of it, she'll just grow more distressed* I can't just let you go- you might hurt yourself... Maybe your mama will come closer to hold you.
Gardio: *walks up the stairs to the roof and raises an eyebrow in confusion at the girl making grabby hands in the air. It's a stark contrast to the screaming and thrashing from before. He very carefully approaches and speaks calmly so he doesn't spook her* I have broth for her.
Teshteal: *turns to her and licks his nose like he's some sort of big cat then makes a tiny chirping noise with his mouth- being the silliest of sillies to make his angel laugh*
Joyce: (Shrieks with laughter at her goofball of a boyfriend, putting a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her laughter that can be heard across the ocean)
Teshteal: *grins at how much that simple noise made her happy* I could gobble her and Gilbert up like a couple of extra big noodles! *Playfully licks his lips*
Jasmine: (Looks over at Gardio when she hears his voice and blinks slowly, then turns to her father, then back to the space up in the area she was looking at) “Mamá….” (She wiggles in her dads arms, patting on his shoulder to try and make her let go, then makes her grabby hands to be picked up by whatever she’s looking at)
Dogmeat: (Whines with confusion, trying to lick the girl)
Gardio: *finally next to the chair. He sets the bottle down next to Nick* Here... Do you think she'll drink it in this state?
Nick: I haven't a clue... *to Jasmine* Hey, kitten. Do you think your Mama would be happy if you drank this broth? *picks up the bottle and holds it up* I think she would. *gently smiling at her*
Jasmine: “Mamá….” (Takes her eyes off the air with a wistful and somber, deep longing look in her eyes, letting her hands rest back on her Dads shoulders as she turns to look at him. She tilts her head to one side, then seems to register that it’s him and she breaks out into a warm smile)
Nick: *smiles just as warmly back, relieved to se that she's isn't suffering for once* It's good to see that smile. Would you like some broth? *Offers it to her once more to see if she'll take it or not*
Gardio: *amazed that the girl looks so at peace. He glances over at the spector she was making grabby hands at a second ago*
Nick: *thinks to himself* So he can see it, too? Well that means it's not a simple calibration issue...
Jasmine: (Softly) “Daddy….” (Gently presses her forehead to his while putting a hand on his cheek, sighing softly, not acknowledging what he’s offering her)
The Object: (Appears to be a misty ball of white light up in the sky, now fading out so it’s almost completely transparent)
Nick: *sighs and sets the bottle down* I suppose not... *Reaches up with his bad hand and strokes her cheek, then attempts to brush a stray hair from her face* Hey, kiddo.
Gardio: *watching as it disappears, wondering what or who that could have been... Whatever it was seemed to have a calming effect on the girl. Quietly he turns to and starts for the stairs* I'm going to help Donny. I promised him that I'd help.
Jasmine: (Hums happily in greeting, sighing as she slinks down to rest her head against Nicks chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his inner workings while the sun shines over them. She’s still tired, like her body is light years away from being fully recharged)
Joyce: “Oooohhh- I so hope they get along well!!! I would love to have a ferret snuggle session!!!”
Teshteal: *looks up and notices Gardio's left* We should... Probably go back. Dio left- *slight panic enters his voice* Why did he leave-?
Joyce: (Looks around) “Hm, I don’t know. Maybe he went to help Donny with the stuff.”
Teshteal: Yeah... *Shaking a little. He can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end again* I don't feel safe out here, though... Let's head back. *Turns to the lighthouse*
Joyce: (Seems concerned but she follows along) “Errrrrm…. Okay then. But can I ask, why don’t you feel safe?”
Teshteal: *glances at the ship* I don't know those people. I don't know if they're from that hellish place. *Already walking along*
Joyce: (Walks alongside him, confused) “What place? These our Ma and Donny’s friends, they’ve known them for a long time.”
Donovan: (Already putting away some of the stuff he brought in, raising his head when Gardio pokes his head in) “Handed it off?”
Gardio: As good as done. She still seemed sleepy though... *Fully steps into the kitchen* What do you need help with bringing in?
Donovan: (Rubs his forehead for a moment, then starts walking to the door past Gardio) “The stuff with the storage labels go into the basement, the kitchen labels go the kitchen, and the rest into the living room. Mama will sort them out later.”
Jasmine: (Her eyes click up to her father as she rests, lifting a hand to gently touch the side of his neck where there’s a large gash, humming a bit sadly and with concern)
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Nick: *tenderly takes her hand in his right* Don't worry. My sealants still seem to be intact... *Mutters, thinking about all the times Lucille led them into a flooded building* So far...
Teshteal: The place that turned me into this. The place that made my life hell the moment I stepped in it- *the slits of his eyes narrow with dread as the sound of commands, shouts, and manipulative sweet urgings grow louder and louder*
Gardio: Got it... And none of these would be damaged or tainted easily with radiation?
Jasmine: (Still eyes up her Dad with concern, blinking slowly at the patches and worn down skin on his neck and face)
Joyce: (Timidly, taking and squeezing Gertie’s bundle to her chest) “Teshteal? You okay…?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “Nawh, the crates and containers they are in are sealed tight. Should be all good.”
Nick: *sees where she's eyeing and waves it away, as if shooing a fly* Eh, cosmetic... Don't worry yourself with it. *Wry laugh* I'll get it replaced, one day. Haven't seen a need to, yet... *Readjusts his hold on her so she's more comfortable* How about you focus on getting some sleep and I'll think about that, hm?
Gardio: *starts moving the the crates to their new and proper homes as Donny instructed. Taking great care not to drop any of their precious belongings*
Teshteal: No. I'll never be okay... *Spiralling* Why would I deserve that? I've always been a terrible excuse for a person. I couldn't even do simple tasks without messing up! How have I survived this long? Are the people on the boat spies? Soldiers operating on a code word? Is everyone in danger? Are they after me-?
Jasmine: (Is now also focused on his bad hand that she siezes and brings up to her face, playing with his fingers curiously)
Donovan: (Goes outside to bring in more crates, walking a bit slowly)
Joyce: (Gets even more worried and stops walking) “Teshteal? No- you'll be okay, you’re not a terrible person…”
Nick: *softly hums* Try not to pinch yourself on the joints... *Keeping his hand slack so she can play as she likes*
Gardio: *soon as most of the items neatly stacked where they need to be. He starts getting in a rhythm with Donny, taking them from the younger man's hands and eventually noticing his slow pace* Are you alright? You seem sluggish with a few of these packages.
Teshteal: *crouches in the middle of the path, his tail swishing wildly* Th-then why do I keep getting these thoughts to kill or hurt everyone around me? Why do I want to act on them?! Do I actually love you? *He grips and tugs at his hair* Or is that just a means to a horrific end?! Why do they still control me-?!
Jasmine: (Toys with his fingers, tilting her head curiously while humming a note in question, wondering what happened to the skin on his hand)
Donovan: “Hm? Oh, I’m alright…. Just thinking about things….” (Gives Gardio another forced smile and nod) “I’ve gotta help Ma set up the large clawfoot tub they brought for her in her master bathroom, I want her to be able to have that spa bath she talked about.”
Joyce: (Swallows hard, her voice shaking. She wants to be able to spit out something wise for her boyfriend to ponder, but she can’t find the right words. So she goes back to what she only knows) “Teshteal? Can you take some deep breaths? You’re safe here….” (Wonders if she should run and go find Gardio or Nick)
Teshteal: *he tries to take a deep breath, but somehow chokes on it and swears between coughs. Despite this, he keeps trying to breathe deeply, eventually succeeding*
Gardio: Would you like some help with that? I can install the tub, too. It wouldn't be a problem at all for me in fact. *flashes a confident but also helpful smile* It's the least I could do to repay you all for housing us.
Nick: *sensing the question hinted at by that solitary hum* Lost that doing repairs on Diamond City. Or at least that's what I would say if it weren't from another model. Seems we generation 2 synths can't keep the skin on our bones.
Joyce: (Breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that it’s working, lightly petting his messy hair) “You’re okay…. We’re safe here…. We can go inside and get you a cup of some nice cold water.”
Donovan: (Looks at Gardio with partial astonishment) “Really? You can do that?”
Jasmine: (Nods her head slowly to show that she understands, then lightly runs her fingers near the gash on his neck, her eyes flickering to him expectingly)
Teshteal: *flinches a little, not expecting the comforting gesture. He leans into it, much like a cat headbutting their owner's hand. Softly* Okay... I'm sorry...
Gardio: Of course! Wouldn't be the first time I've hauled a tub up a set of stairs. I did that in my old settlement a few of times for folks. *Gestures vaguely with a tilt of his head as he hauls another crate to the kitchen* Just point me to the tub, where you want it, the plumbing supplies, and the water supply and a I'll have it done by the end of the day!
Nick: That's a combination of a lot of hard detective work, living in the ruins, and, you'd guess it, fixing up Diamond City... *Pets her head with his good hand*
Joyce: “It’s alright, here….” (Holds out her hand to him with a gentle and understanding smile) “Let’s go inside.”
Donovan: (Rubs the back of his head) “The tub is probably still on the dock and you can ask someone to help you wheel it in. The tub goes into the bathroom in Ma’s room and I’ll let her know so that you don’t give her a fright. The rest of the stuff should be in a little utility room in the basement.”
Jasmine: (Looks up at her Dad with her sparkling amber eyes that catch the sunlight and reflect beautifully, smiling at him, still toying with his bad hand)
Teshteal: *slowly takes her hand and lets her head him to the house*
Gardio: Understood. *Flashes a confident smile as he makes his way to the door. As he passes by the pair, his look shifts to concern. He doesn't stop walking, keeping mind of his deadline*
Nick: *taken back by the honey colored eyes before fondly smiling at her. Again, he's just happy to see that she's in such good spirits for once.*
Joyce: (Shifts the little bundle in her arms, gently squeezing her boyfriends hand, leading him back to the house)
Donovan: (Waves him off and just kinda stands there in the living room for a moment, taking a deep breath)
Jasmine: (Cutely scrunches her nose, whatever that light was surely brightened her soul back up, it’s even reflected in her eyes that aren’t resembling a haunted doll at the moment)
Nick: *wonders if this is the most she's been this calm and hopeful since they first met, not counting the trip through her memories*
Gardio: *reaches the dock and eyes the huge crate containing the tub. He approaches the crew working the boat with a wave* Mind if I get some help hauling this to the lighthouse? *He thinks he hears the brush rustle behind him, but shrugs it off as a gust of wind blows through the nearby treetops*
Teshteal: *face goes red, looking at their joined hands, both flustered and embarrassed simultaneously. Flustered because of the contact. Embarrassed for his breakdown just moments before*
Joyce: (Leads him inside to the kitchen, opening the fridge to browse what’s inside, deciding to take out a small pitcher of what appears to be lemonade) “Want some of this too? Or just water?”
Crewman: “Yup. It’s too bad we don’t have our forklift.” (Motions for everyone nearby to gather around the crate that’s on wheels so they can push and pull it with rope)
Jasmine: (Softly, and hoarsely because of her screaming and crying earlier) “You okay?”
Nick: I'm more than okay- you seem to be doing better and that's done me a world of good in itself!
Gardio: That is a shame. *Clucks as he walks along the tub* I'll push. *Gets behind the crate and braces himself against it, squatting so his legs do all the work* When you're all ready.
Teshteal: *sniffs the pitcher. It's definitely lemonade adjacent* I'll take it.
Lucille: *heaves a deep, relieved breath, the pressure worked out of her system* Thank you, Mama Evie...
Jasmine: (Searches her fathers eyes for a moment before nodding, glancing down at herself, then their surroundings, trying to catch up on what the hell is even going on)
Crewman: “Alright then. One…. Two…. Three!!!” (With that they all start pull on the crate to haul it up to the lighthouse with Gardios help)
Joyce: (Takes out two glasses and pours herself and Teshteal some lemonade, handing him his glass with her still warm smile) “Here you go!”
Ma: (Tenderly, stroking Lucille’s head) “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Nick: If you're wondering why you're up here, you crawled onto the roof from the window.
Teshteal: *accepts the glass, his hand trembles but he feigns a smile as he sips the tangy drink*
Gardio: *with his strength they make short work of it. Before they know it, they're at the doorstep* Good work! Thank you for the help! *Considers talking to Donny to see if there's anything they can do to pay them back extra for their service*
Lucille: ...I think I'm ready to get out of the bath, now...
Jasmine: (Looks like she’s about to ask more questions but then she hears voices coming from the bottom of the house and she gets spooked since she’s underdress, snagging her dads coat that Ma had brought up earlier to throw over her, curling up to her dad for safety)
Joyce: (Takes and squeezes his hand in hers, beaming at him as she drinks her lemonade)
Crewman: “No problem. Anything for the good mother.” (Starts to walk back the house with the others to finish the rest of the stuff)
Donovan: (Comes up from the basement where he was putting away more stuff)
Ma: (Nods and rises from the chair to grab a large towel for Lucille, offering her arm for support) “Okay honey, just move slowly for me and don’t put pressure on your ankle.”
Nick: *laughs a little and rubs her shoulder* Don't worry, doll. I got ya... I think I'm the only person in earshot if you're wandering what's going on.
Gardio: *goes down to the basement, quickly locating the utility room and fetching a crowbar to free the tub from its wooden prison. It isn't long before he's on the front step again and doing just that*
Teshteal: *blushes again, his ears pricking up a little... Quietly* I get so flustered around you... *Takes an awkward small sip of his drink*
Lucille: *wry laugh at that* I've walked on worse- *Attempts to rise but nearly falls over from the shooting pain in her ankle. She supports herself with the side of the tub*
Jasmine: (Shivers with fright and because she’s actually cold for once, huddling up to the warm safety that is dad. She peeps just her head out so she can look up at Nick and breath better, tightly clinging to him)
Donovan: (Had walked into the kitchen and raises a brow at the two) “Having a drink?”
Joyce: (Giggles and nods, balancing Gertie’s bundle in the crook of her arm) “Yup- drinking some of the lemonade I helped Mama make.”
Ma: (Firmly) “But under my watch you won’t. Come here.” (Puts her arm under Lucille’s so she can guide her out of the tub and onto the chair)
Nick: Cold? I think this broth here is still warm enough to do some good if you'll take it... *Jerks his head at the bottle as he rubs the small of her back*
Teshteal: *turns an even darker shade of red as he keeps the drink to his mouth, hoping it can hide his face. He doesn't even remember if Donny knows about their relationship*
Gardio: *props open the door then takes in a few deep breaths and lifts the giant tub on his own, occasionally grunting as he carries it through the house to its final designation*
Lucille: *hangs onto the older woman for support. She mentally curses the state her body is currently in- unable to support its own weight*
Jasmine: (Blinks up at Nick, her eyes getting a light mist to them) “Tainted….?”
Donovan: (Chuckles and waves a teasing finger at Joyce and Teshteal) “No closed doors.”
Joyce: (Rolls her eyes) “I’m not twelve! Plus- Gilbert wouldn’t allow anything anyways.”
Ma: (In one fast and fluid motion she wraps Lucille in the blanket and plucks her out of the water, seating her in the chair) “There we go, now ya can dry off and get dressed.”
Nick: What? Tainted...? *A horrific realization of what she means dawns on him, but instead he firmly shakes his head* I doubt Donny would do that to you... But it if makes you feel better, I'll test it for you *Reaches for the bottle, tips it, then massages the top. A couple drops of the broth lands in his mouth. He mimes chewing to get a better sense of the flavor then tilts his head* No, not tainted. There's a bunch of salt and herbs. But other than that, it's your run of the mill beef broth. *Offers the bottle to her*
Teshteal: *panicking a little. He's definitely stronger than a ferret and there's always the risk of losing himself to the programming looming over his head. He just keeps sipping his lemonade, pretending everything's fine. He's caused enough trouble, for now.*
Lucille: *blinks with slightly wide eyes. For a moment she reexamines all the scars on her body, then she reaches up to her hair and lets out a mild gasp... It's gotten a bit longer since she's cut it, last.* Another thing I'm going to have to take care of later, I guess... *Starts to reach for her clothes*
Gardio: *managed to get it all the way up to Ma's bathroom. He heaves a sigh of relief once it's out of his arms. He wipes his hands together and presses them on his hips as he assesses the situation before getting the tools*
Jasmine: (Stares at her dad almost in astonishment now) “Donny….” (Covers her mouth and mumbles something into it that sounds foreign, then giggles as she closes her eyes) “Donny….” (Opens her eyes with a disoriented expression, banging the side of her forehead with the palm of her hand, trying to get herself to process things better. Her head hurts and so does her stomach, but it’s probably hunger at this point. She takes the bottle into her mouth and slowly starts to suck, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something)
Donovan: (Gestures at Gertie in her bundle, approaching so he can see the new little one) “Aaawww, she’s so precious.” (Reaches out to gives the baby some scritches on the top of her head)
Gertie: (Leans into it and closes her eyes, licking her nose again)
Joyce: (Excitedly, lemonade dribbling down her chin) “I know!!! She’s more adorable than I ever could’ve imagined!!!”
Ma: (Offers Lucille some lotion if she wants it) “I could give you a haircut later, honey. I have all the tools, but you did just take a shower. Unless you’re one of those who don’t feel like ants are all over them after a haircut and don’t have the need to take a rinse.”
Ma’s Room: (Pretty large since it’s the master bedroom and well decorated, a distinct scent of flowers in the air. There’s a big bed with luscious pillows and sheets positioned at the left wall with two nightstands on each side of it, but only one of them is full of stuff while the other remains bare besides a lamp. Her rocking chair is besides a collection of books, a TV, and holotapes of what seem to be playlists of songs from the labels that are either titles of full albums or specially mixed playlists, in both English and Spanish. Also a few movies and shows are mixed in there. There’s a large vanity besides the walk-in closet that’s lined with different perfumes and other ladies trinkets. She also has a sewing station set up complete with a high grade sewing machine and an adjustable dress form. The rest of the room is decorated with a rug and a few decor items and her walls are plastered with photos of different people of varying ages from infants to older folks, sometimes Ma is in posing those photos with Donny also making an appearance)
Ma’s Bathroom: (A dreamy pink bathroom with patterns of hearts on the walls. On the floor are matching bath mats and matching towels are hung up on the walls. There’s a empty spot in the little indent meant for a tub that had long been removed to make way for the new one)
Lucille: Yeah, you're right. I would get pretty itchy. *Accepts the lotion and starts to rub it on herself before putting on her clothes completely*
Nick: *glad to see she's drinking something without much fuss. He does wonder what's on her mind but he's not going to interrupt her*
Teshteal: *notices the lemonade dribbling down her chin and finally puts down the cup, dashing for a hand towel then, with a surprising delicate and gentle touch, dabs the liquid dry from her face. Sweetly* Swallow next time before you speak... Okay?
Gardio: *a little awestruck when he can finally fully view the room upon return. He feels like he just stepped into a movie... Then has to remind himself that over 200 years ago, people had lusciously decorated and populated rooms like these... He takes a moment to admire the sewing machine, the TV and holotapes, the records, and bed. It almost brings a tear to his eye. He doesn't know why- the whole house is a snapshot of life before the bombs... He sighs as he looks at all the photos with a nostalgically sad smile*
Jasmine: (Settles down against Nicks chest again, eyes still locked up on him) (Signing) “Speak, please.” (Wants to hear his voice right now since it’s so soothing)
Joyce: (Crinkles her nose at Teshteal) “Okay I’ll try, but no promises.”
Donovan: (As he gets himself a glass of water) “She does the same thing with snacks, which is why Pirate always hovers near her feet when she’s talking.”
Pirate: (Is in fact hovering near under the table)
Ma: (Strokes Lucille’s damp hair) “Would you like me to call your father to come help you, or would you like some crutches to use?”
The Photos: (Are all in uniquely decorated photo frames, each one lovingly handcrafted for each photo it holds)
Nick: Heh. Want to hear my thoughts? I could ask you the same, honestly. How's your memory from the last day or so?
Teshteal: *light chuckle. Something about that reminds him of himself*
Gardio: *fond smile despite not knowing any of them. He decides to get started on installing this tub, only heading out for a moment to turn off the water then back up to attach the pipe to the tub itself, plumbers glue, caulk and all. Part of him wonders if he should fashion a shroud for the pipe so it doesn't look garrish against the emaculate bathroom, but he finds it's well hidden with some adjustments to the plumbing and position of the tub*
Lucille: Get me some crutches. I'll figure out how to get to the attic. *Finally fully clothed... Though she does miss some of the secure feeling her armor gave her*
Jasmine: (Makes a so-so motion with her hand, shaking her head) (Signing) “Foggy.”
Donovan: (Pats Joyce’s shoulder) “I need you to help me with getting some of the smaller broken down crates back to the dock so they can take them back.”
Joyce: (Sets her glass down) “Okay!” (Holds out Gertie’s bundle to Teshteal) “Do you mind watching her for me while I help Donny?”
Ma: “Oh sweetheart, there are a lot of stairs to get back up there. I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind coming back down to help you.” (Gently cups her cheek and tilts her face up to hers) “He wouldn’t want you to fall, and neither would I.”
Nick: Do you remember where we are...?
Lucille: I'm sure I could get back up. I'm sturdier than that... Besides he's probably busy with something. I don't want to bother him-
Teshteal: *takes Gertie and holds her close to his chest* Sure! Be careful out there!
Gardio: *fiddling with the pieces of pipe he brought up to make sure he has all the right bends and connections and that they're the right size for the tub... It's not like he can just go down to the hardware store and buy more pipe.*
Jasmine: (Raises her head a bit more to slowly look around, eyes going up to the lighthouse where she had previously put a gun to her own head, the pieces hardly clicking in her head) (Quietly) “Donny….”
Joyce: “I will be, don’t worry!” (Walks off to grab some of the crates off the counter and carry them off.”
Donovan: (Quickly follows after her after a wave to Teshteal over his shoulder, mind occupied with something else already)
Ma: “Love, what did we just discuss, hm? That your family is here to help you, that it what families do.” (Starts to walk to the door, looking at the young woman over her shoulder) “I’ll go find your father, your wellbeing never should be a bother to him.”
Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Eight
Masterlist
Teshteal: *hides behind Gardio suddenly, sniffing the air to see if this person's friend or foe*
Gardio: *not sure why he's hiding suddenly since he knows the smaller man can easily kill a horde of super mutants*
Joyce: (Immediately notices and turns to face Teshteal, worry on her face) “Teshteal….?”
Donovan: (To the crew member) “Safe trip?” (Extends his hand for a handshake)
Crew Member: (Grips Donny’s arm with hers, flashing a friendly smile) “The waters got a little rough, but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle.” (Gestures behind her at the rest of the crew members who are starting to unload) “We’ve got everything on the list- along with some gifts from friends.”
Donovan: (Begins walking closer to the boat) “Is that so?”
Teshteal: *eyeing up and down the crew member. So far he smells the sea and the typical smell of gun powder that many a caravan person has. Hisses* Gifts? *listening and sniffing for anything that could be a bomb or a trojan crate*
Gardio: *notices Joyce's concerned look and extends a reassuring hand* He's likely on guard because it's a new person... *To crew member after adjusting his hat* Mind if I and my associate inspect the crates?
Lucille: *quietly blinks into the water as the lullaby ends, not sure how to handle her now relaxed and still state*
Ma: (Softly, like a mother speaking to her downhearted child) “Something on your mind, love?”
Lucille: Just not used to being this relaxed. *shrugs*
Ma: (Grabs some conditioner and a comb) “Is that so? You’re on the road a lot I take it?”
Joyce: (Inches closer to Teshteal, holding out her hand to him) “It’s okay- they are good friends of ours….” (Glances back at the boat) “Really good friends….”
Crew Member: (So confused about the glowing ghoul and the strange hissy gremlin behind him) “Uh…..” (Turns to Donny with wide eyes)
Donovan: (Shrugs his shoulders) “I mean…. It ain’t like they're hiding anything.” (Gestures at the crew members who are beginning to unload the boat onto the dock) “We’ve known these guys all their lives- their parents and even grandparents too.”
Boat Captain: (Waves to Donny from the top of the deck)
Donovan: (Smiles and waves back) “Yo Trenton! Ya didn’t happen to pack a bomb on the boat, hm?”
Trenton: (Shakes his head) “And hurt dear old Mama Evie? You think I’m trying to get my head to be served on a platter?”
Goats: (Bleat from inside the boat as if confirming the captains words)
Lucille: *nods* Very. I have settlements to maintain- *tenses up, remembering all the work she has to do on quite a few settlements* I need to get back to work soon-
Ma: (Frowns slightly hearing that) “Honey, remember what I said about slowing down to give yourself time?”
Teshteal: *slowly eases out from behind the large glowing one detective with extreme caution*
Gardio: *to the crew* If you say so. *still watching warily like the gargoyle he is*
Joyce: (Reaches to take her boyfriends hand, looking between both him and Gardio) “….Is something wrong?”
Crew Member: (Still looking at Donny nervously as she rushes to follow him) “Protective much?” (Gestures at the two newcomers who seems extra wary and cautious) “Are they…..?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head as he takes a crate from a crew member that hands it to him) “Nah, but you guys didn’t hire anyone new- right?”
Crew Member: (Also shakes her head) “Nope. Some old sea dogs as it’s always been.”
Donovan: “Good.” (Motions with his chin to a spot on the ground) “Just leave the crates and boxes there- and I’ll bring ‘em inside. You know how Ma likes everything organized.”
Crew Member: “You’re sure Donny…? We can help with the sorting?”
Donovan: (Remembering Jasmine and how jumpy she is) “Nawh- I’ve got it. Besides, don’t you guys have other places to be?”
Teshteal: New people. I need to be careful that they aren't vault operatives or that I don't hurt innocent people.
Gardio: *to Teshteal* They seem like decent people-
Teshteal: *shakes his head* Not just that, I sense... something off out here. Hard to place right now. *tail twitches anxiously*
Lucille: *quietly* This isn't enough time...?
Ma: (Smiles sadly down at her, gently squeezing her hand that she never let go of) “No my dear- three days is not enough for what you went through and neither is one soothing bath.”
Lucille: That's what worked in the past. I don't see why it doesn't work now. *shrugs*
Joyce: (Looks around at the people helping with unloading the cargo) “But what’s wrong about this?”
Trenton: (Comes out with a small bundle- too small to be a baby but it’s some sort of little creature) “Joyce? Sweetheart- look who’s here.”
Joyce: (Eyes widen as she begins to approach the boat captain instead, carefully taking the bundle from him)
Donovan: (Stopped helping with unloading the crates just to watch, smiling at his little sister)
Joyce: (Squeals with excitement as she beams down at the little bundle) “Ohhhhhhh!!!! She’s adorable!!!”
Teshteal: *ears perk up and and curiosity gets the best of him so he carefully approaches Joyce to see what... or rather who she's holding. He completely forgot her question already*
Joyce: (Beams up at her boyfriend, leaning towards him to show her little bundle of joy)
The Bundle: (Contains the tiny wiggly form of a baby panda ferret who’s no older than eight weeks old)
Joyce: (Squeals as she coos down at the little noodle, scratching under its chin) “Isn’t she just the cutest!?!?”
Trenton: (Smiles at Joyce and backs off to talk with Donovan, his face getting slightly more serious)
Ma: (Tenderly as she pets Lucille’s hair) “Oh honey- that ain’t a good way to function. It is like I said before- you’re human and it’s not fair to treat yourself as less. You need rest, for both your mental and physical health.”
Lucille: That's lovely and all but I have people who depend on me. They need supplies- Defenses! I can't just lay around for a week when they're waiting on materials that could very well save their lives!
Ma: (Raises a brow at this) “Huh, If I didn’t know any better I would say you sound like you’re raising a bunch of orphaned children. Are that weak and helpless? Isn’t there someone else who can give them a hand? You’re just one person, sweetheart. You can’t do it all.” (Fearful that Lucille will crumble again under more pressure)
Teshteal: *eyes go big- as large as saucers- at the teeny little panda noodle. He resists the urge to pick her up and lifts her up above his head in awe* A little baby panoodle...! *cupping both sides of his face, trying to contain his joy. He forgets about his apprehension completely thanks to the precious little ferret*
Joyce: “Panoodle!!!!!” (Looks like she’s attempting to contain her joy just as much as Teshteal, giving a bunch of little kisses down to her new baby)
Pirate: (Running and jumping around to greet everyone as if they were old friends, tail wagging like crazy)
Trenton: (Beckons Donovan to follow him while Joyce is distracted, picking up a crate of food that is meant to go inside)
Donovan: (Gives one quick look to his little sister as he also picks up a crate to carry inside, following the captain) “What’s up?”
Trenton: “I’ve got something for ya….”
Lucille: *purses her lips in thought and goes silent in thought for a moment. Quietly* Who's going to build the defenses...? The walls...? No one else does it but me... *head spins as she begins to spiral from how much the Commonwealth depends on solely her*
Ma: (Squeezes Lucille’s hand again as even more worry floods her face) “My sweet…..” (Gently cups Lucille’s cheek with her other hand to try and get her attention before she loses the young woman) “Lucille, look at me please.”
Lucille: ... *looks up ever so slightly, her mismatched eyes trying to focus on Ma despite her spiraling thoughts on all the responsibility thrown on her*
Ma: (Gently strokes Lucille’s cheek with her thumb, her face soft and comforting) “Are you with me, sweetie?”
Teshteal: *cooing at the tiny panda noodle. Doesn't believe he's seen anything so cute in his life*
Joyce: (Moves to huddle in closer to her boyfriend again so he can get a better look at the little wiggly gal) “She’s so little!!!” (Slightly holds the bundle out so Teshteal can hold the baby if he wants)
Donovan: “Good or bad?”
Trenton: “Wish I could say good news- but sadly it ain’t…..”
Donovan: (Feels a weight of dread and exhaustion build up in his chest at that) “Oh…..”
Teshteal: *takes the baby panoodle into his arms and gently nuzzles her soft fur with his nose* So soft and sweet! *stops for a moment, admiring the adorable ball of fluff* What are you going to name her?
Joyce: (Proudly) “Gertie!!! She’s from the same mother as Gilbert!!!”
Gertie: (Gives a very tiny lick on the gremlins nose, her little paws poking out of the swaddle she’s in)
Donovan: (Sets the crate down on the kitchen counter, walking over to check on the slowly simmering pot of broth)
Trenton: (Looks like he’s dreading to bare whatever news he has to the ghoul)
Jasmine: (Whimpers ever so slightly in her sleep, also feeling a heavy load start to weigh down on her shoulders and ropes snag at her ankles- trying to pull her down in her dreams once more….. But she can also feel something else…. Something she can’t quit put her finger on…. But it’s present)
Teshteal: *giggles at the tiny ferret kiss* Awe! He's got a little sister now! *gently holds one of her tiny paws in his fingers* Wook at her wittle hands!
Joyce: (Practically shining brighter than the sun itself) “She’s so stinking cute that imma die!!!”
Gertie: (Looking between the two squealers curiously, so confused on what’s going on)
Crew Members: (Keep unloading all the goods and eventually they stroll on out with a half dozen or so sheep and goats with their young, the creatures bleating as the clamor along)
Jasmine: (Attempts to free herself from the chains that are tying and pulling her down as she feels the crushing weight of the world on bare down on her shoulders- partly recognizing that she’s dreaming and her troubles are manifesting themselves into it. She struggles for a bit, tears forming on her waterline and she’s about to scream with frustration but then she feels like what seems to be a gentle kiss on her head from behind and she freezes- hearing a low hum in the distance of her dreamworld)
Teshteal: *blinks for a moment, tail twitching upward when he realizes something. Whispers* I think we might be scaring her with all our cooing. *to the baby ferret as quietly as he possibly can* Sorry.
Joyce: (Hums lowly as her emerald eyes widen) “Ooops…..” (Reaches out to gently stroke her new baby’s face again) “Sorry Gertie….”
Gertie: (Also licks Joyce’s fingers with her tiny tongue when she can)
Lucille: Trying to be... *thoughts race on what settlement still needs what resource and how many turrets she needs to assign to another and so on...* Hard to stop when it's all you've been able to think about for the last year and a half....
Ma: (Softly) “And you do it all completely on your own? For over a year and a half now?”
Lucille: *nods grimly* No one helps...
Ma: (Heart just about snaps all over again and she has half a mind to go down to these settlements and give them an earful because poor Lucille seems to have enough trouble as it is) “It really is no wonder that you’re so overworked. But I’m sure we can work something out that doesn’t involve you trudging all around to try and fix everyone’s problems.”
Jasmine: (Her hands that were once firmly clasping Nicks shirt start to move a bit to grope behind him despise nothing being there) “Mhmmm……”
Dogmeat: (Sniffs the girl when she does this, whining softly)
Jasmine: (Eyes sparkle in her dream world as the humming gets closer and it’s unmistakeable of what it is to her) “Mamá…..” (And just like that- the weight starts to get lifted off her shoulders and her ties start to become undone)
Nick: *to dogmeat calmly* I see it, boy. Problem is- I don't want to wake her. *senses the presence himself, though for him it's more like an unknown source of heat or warmth other than the sun*
Gardio: *observing from the distance. From the sound of things, the goods involve livestock and he doesn't want to risk contaminating them with his radiation*
Teshteal: *gentle smile, or as gentle as it can be with his sharp teeth at Gertie*
Lucille: Good luck getting people to listen... If it's not farming or guard duty or some other slightly menial task, then it's all on me to keep up these places.
Ma: (Huffs slightly when she hears that) “Well that sounds to me plain unfair on your side. They cannot really expect one woman to help now can they?”
Gertie: (Licks her nose as she gazes up between Joyce and Teshteal, seemingly unbothered by Teshteal appearance since he’s friendly)
Joyce: (Nose scrunches slightly) “I think Gilbert isn’t going to be too happy- he’s spoiled that way.”
Jasmine: (Shakes off her remaining shackles in her dream and looks around with wide kitten eyes) “Mamá!!!!” (She listens for the humming, but it sounds like it’s coming from all directions so she picks one and starts running) “Mami!!!!!” (She feels another soft breath and kiss on the back of her neck this time as she runs- fueling her determination. She misses her mother so damn much….)
Dogmeat: (Noses his way on in closer to the teen as she continues to try and grab something behind Nick while kicking her feet)
Nick: Oh- Hold on, doll... *wraps his arms around her to keep her from knocking the both of them off of the lounge chair and starts rubbing her back to soothe her excitement*
Teshteal: *quiet huff* What is Gilbert to do? She'll have to live in the same house. *emphatically raises his hands, as if performing a fool in a play shrugging off a joke or a jab*
Joyce: (Giggles at Teshteal, squeezing Gertie’s bundle slightly) “You’re right. He’ll have to grow to love his little sister. Besides- I’m sure she smells like their mother.” (Sniffs the little noodle to confirm her thoughts- Gertie smelling exactly like baby Gilbert when she first got him)
Lucille: *shrugs in defeat* Apparently, they can... Doesn't matter. I like building-
Ma: (Shakes her head in disapproval at these people as she mutters something under her breath, tapping the bottom of Lucille’s chin) “I’m sure you do honey- but too much strain on one person will cause them to crumble. So no- they can’t be asking you to do everything for them. You have your own life to manage too.”
Jasmine: (Somewhat feels Nicks gentle rubs in her sleep, but she cannot really contain herself as she feels the softest of touches caress the side of her face and she runs even faster towards a bright beacon of light in the distance. Behind her she can almost hear and feels her troubles calling out to her, but the light is driving it all away for her) “Mamá!!!”
Nick: *confused- she's usually only this active in her sleep when she's having a nightmare and yet, she doesn't seem distressed*
Teshteal: *sniffs* She does smell kind of similar to the little guy...
Gardio: *still still as a statue. One would assume he is one*
Joyce: (Takes in a deep inhale of Gertie, rocking back and forth happily) “Baby ferret smell!!!”
Lucille: *mutters quietly* What life... I had a life before the war and now what? I blew up the institute- but that's all I'll ever be known for.... *splashes the water in a fit of frustration* The one who obliterated the boogeyman of the commonwealth while graciously giving homes to those who need them.
Ma: “Correct me if I am wrong- but I believe that ‘your life’ consists of the same people who helped talk you out of ending it so soon and have taken care of you.” (Tenderly rakes her fingers through Lucille’s purple hair) “They make up your life and you make up theirs in turn. That is what family is. You take care of one another and watch each others hearts and wellbeing.”
Lucille: *eyes sting with tears. She tries to hide it by averting her gaze. She doesn't know if she has the strength to return the favor to the people who do care... And now she wonders if she's failed each and every one of them, now*
Jasmine: (Hums along with the song the voice of her mother is singing- recognizing it immediately as one of the many lullabies she’d sing. It twists her heartstrings a bit, but she cannot help the smile on her face) “Mami….” (She stops running but doesn’t stop squirming to escape in real life, closing her eyes to bask in the warmth she’s feeling throughout her body)
Nick: *still holding his squirming daughter as still as he can. He keeps petting her back to comfort her*
Ma: (Smiles kindly down at the young woman) “You know- people often ask me why I do what I do. Why I devote everything I am to being a caretaker and mother when I seemingly get little in return for walking sometime walking into a blaze that could leave me with less than what I had before. What they don’t understand is that I do get something in return each and every time. I get the irreplaceable joy of seeing my babies and loved ones flourish and glow over time even in the tiniest ways. That will fill me up more than gold and glory ever wil even if it’s in the tiniest of ways like a simple glitter in their eyes in the morning at breakfast or the peaceful look on their face as they sleep in comfort.” (Gently taps the bottom of Lucille’s chin once more before she moves her hand up to tuck her short hair behind her ears even if there isn’t much to do so) “That’s what any good parent wants from their kid. I can say that your father is no different. And if I end up with taking a hard loss or a couple of hits, well then so be it. Love is the sacrifices we make for each other anyways. And if you’re wondering what you’re sacrificing here for this love- it’s that little piece of you that you keep trying to hide away from everyone. That little piece of you that’s human, tired and just wants peace and rest. Yes, that piece of you that you think is unwanted and not worth it is still precious because it’s a part of you, my love.”
Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at how loving his girlfriend is over this small creature*
Joyce: (Bounces and pats her little bundle of joy- then glances back at the house) “I wonder how we should play this out with Gilbert….”
Jasmine: (Mumbling hoarsely as she paws midair) “Mamá…. Come back…. Please….” (Kicks her feet a bit harder) “Lo siento Mami, lo mucho siento. Por favor….. Don’t leave me alone- you know I hate it….”
Translation: “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m very sorry. Please.”
Dogmeat: (Sniffles the squirming girl some more with big puppy eyes of confusion and concern because she’s making strange sounds)
The Voice: (Whispers ever so softly and comfortingly into the broken teens ear, wrapping her up in a hug of warmth and security) “Chiquilla bonita. Llegaste del cielo en un tren del amor. Tu alegre sonrisa. Me enseña en la vida, el camino mejor….”
Translation: “Pretty girly. You arrived from heaven on a train of love. You’re happy smile. It teaches me the better things in life.”
Jasmine: (Feels her heart both flood with overwhelming joy and crack into a million little pieces when she registers that- having not understood why her mother had been so adamant on singing that song to her during her prewar days…. But now it’s just becoming clear. She has to find her mother- she has to say sorry) “I’m sorry Mamá…..” (She hugs her dream self tightly and rocks back and forth on her feet, taking a couple of slow steps to follow the voice but once again it’s coming from all directions)
Nick: *whispers* What's going on in that pretty little head of yours...?
Teshteal: Hrm... Slowly? Like a cat?
Gardio: *nods*
Lucille: *lips tremble before burying her face in her hands. She wishes she COULD rest but the consequences of that feel too great*
Ma: (Softly) “Whatcha thinking about, my sweet?” (Gently allows her hand to rest on Lucille’s shoulder, looking on at the young woman with concern and understanding)
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Joyce: (Glances between Gardio and Teshteal) “I suppose so- but knowing my little stinker he’ll come running the moment he senses someone else taking up my attention then throw a tantrum.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Jasmine: (Mewls like a lost kitten looking for their mother because she essentially is, her dream self wandering aimlessly through an empty field to find a dead woman whom she swears she can feel in her heart and hear in the distance. She smiles despite being lost- because she knows that her mother is close by and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on her child) “Where are you?”
Lucille: *voice cracks as she cries into her hands* I... I can't just drop everything to rest-! I can't- There's so much I need to do- people could die without me- *sobs, deep down wanting to rest but it seems like an impossible task*
Ma: “Oh cariño…” (Her mother instincts take ahold and she immediately drops to her knees besides the poor young woman, gently draping her arm around Lucille’s shoulder to pull her into a hug that she can easily pull out of if she desires) “Sssssh, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll figure things out all together. You can only shoulder so much on your own until you crack and crumble- but that’s what your family is here for.”
Teshteal: So then we show him immediately-!
Gardio: Carefully-
Teshteal: We carefully show him immediately! *Beaming from ear to ear*
Joyce: (Turns back to the lighthouse in thought, then back down at the tiny kit once more) “Well- he’s gonna have to at least tolerate her. Hopefully he quickly learns that there’s plenty of love to go around. Plus it’s not good for ferrets to be alone.”
Teshteal: *making kissy faces and baby noises at the baby ferret... his ears pick up a rustling noise in the distance of the woods but the size tells him it might be a wild animal of some kind*
Jasmine: (Suddenly perks upright from Nicks chest as if she was summoned, her hands firmly planted on his shoulders so she can steady herself as her big magical doe eyes scan the area expectingly. They gloss over both Nick and Dogmeat as if they weren’t there- obviously she’s looking for something else) “Mamá…..” (She can still feel the warmth in her heart and the prickle of a ghostly kiss on the back of her head….. But where is her mother?)
Nick: *looks where she is. His sensors pick up a faint impression of... something but it's hard to get a reading. He briefly considers heading to Acadia for calibration if not for Jasmine's behavior. Kindly, out of confusion* What about her, doll?
Lucille: *sobs into the older woman's arms*
Ma: (Locks Lucille into her strong and comforting embrace that many people had sought solace in before) “Sssshh, it’s okay. Just let it all out.”
Jasmine: (Pouts a bit when she can’t find her mother, then she tilts her head at another prickle on her cheek. She then makes grabby hands up in the air while leaning over the side of the chair, almost like she’s trying to leap out of her fathers arms)
Nick: Woah, hold on there... *pulls her back a little, unsure exactly why she's trying to leap out of the seat at nothing. Granted, it seems better than the wild thrashing from before, but it doesn't make him any less concerned about her current behavior*
Gardio: *decides that the two lovebirds should be fine so he walks back to the lighthouse to try and be of some help. He approaches the two men* If there's any cargo that isn't food or livestock to haul in or set up, I'd be willing to help.
Donovan: (Looks frazzled about something but slowly nods his head, a bottle of broth in hand) “Yeah…. Yeah, that would be nice thank you….” (He walks over to the other ghoul, holding out the bottle to him) “Give this to Detective Valentine before you go, please.”
Trenton: (Leaning against the wall, looking down in deep thought, staring Donny’s expression of worry)
Gardio: Will do. *gives an affirming nod then gives Donny a reassuring but heavy pat on the shoulder, giving him just a little radiation as a boost to help ease his frazzled nerves before he heads on up to the roof*
Donovan: (Gives a weak smile at Gardio as he leaves, then sighs heavily)
Joyce: (Goes back to squealing happily over the little one) “Oooooh, she’s too perfect!!! I can’t get enough of her sweet little face!!!”
Gertie: (Gazes up at Teshteal and Joyce, licking her nose some more)
Teshteal: *licks his own nose with his long tongue to mimic Gertie*
Gertie: (Seems fascinated by the two people in front of her, especially by the strange gremlin man mimicking her by licking his own nose)
Joyce: (Giggles some more, this time at her boyfriend) “Ack, you’re cute as well!!!”
Jasmine: (Whines when she’s kept from leaping into the air but she doesn’t seem too upset, just tries to do it again while still making grabby hands at nothing)
Nick: *sighs, knowing if he tries to snap her out of it, she'll just grow more distressed* I can't just let you go- you might hurt yourself... Maybe your mama will come closer to hold you.
Gardio: *walks up the stairs to the roof and raises an eyebrow in confusion at the girl making grabby hands in the air. It's a stark contrast to the screaming and thrashing from before. He very carefully approaches and speaks calmly so he doesn't spook her* I have broth for her.
Teshteal: *turns to her and licks his nose like he's some sort of big cat then makes a tiny chirping noise with his mouth- being the silliest of sillies to make his angel laugh*
Joyce: (Shrieks with laughter at her goofball of a boyfriend, putting a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her laughter that can be heard across the ocean)
Teshteal: *grins at how much that simple noise made her happy* I could gobble her and Gilbert up like a couple of extra big noodles! *Playfully licks his lips*
Jasmine: (Looks over at Gardio when she hears his voice and blinks slowly, then turns to her father, then back to the space up in the area she was looking at) “Mamá….” (She wiggles in her dads arms, patting on his shoulder to try and make her let go, then makes her grabby hands to be picked up by whatever she’s looking at)
Dogmeat: (Whines with confusion, trying to lick the girl)
Gardio: *finally next to the chair. He sets the bottle down next to Nick* Here... Do you think she'll drink it in this state?
Nick: I haven't a clue... *to Jasmine* Hey, kitten. Do you think your Mama would be happy if you drank this broth? *picks up the bottle and holds it up* I think she would. *gently smiling at her*
Jasmine: “Mamá….” (Takes her eyes off the air with a wistful and somber, deep longing look in her eyes, letting her hands rest back on her Dads shoulders as she turns to look at him. She tilts her head to one side, then seems to register that it’s him and she breaks out into a warm smile)
Nick: *smiles just as warmly back, relieved to se that she's isn't suffering for once* It's good to see that smile. Would you like some broth? *Offers it to her once more to see if she'll take it or not*
Gardio: *amazed that the girl looks so at peace. He glances over at the spector she was making grabby hands at a second ago*
Nick: *thinks to himself* So he can see it, too? Well that means it's not a simple calibration issue...
Jasmine: (Softly) “Daddy….” (Gently presses her forehead to his while putting a hand on his cheek, sighing softly, not acknowledging what he’s offering her)
The Object: (Appears to be a misty ball of white light up in the sky, now fading out so it’s almost completely transparent)
Nick: *sighs and sets the bottle down* I suppose not... *Reaches up with his bad hand and strokes her cheek, then attempts to brush a stray hair from her face* Hey, kiddo.
Gardio: *watching as it disappears, wondering what or who that could have been... Whatever it was seemed to have a calming effect on the girl. Quietly he turns to and starts for the stairs* I'm going to help Donny. I promised him that I'd help.
Jasmine: (Hums happily in greeting, sighing as she slinks down to rest her head against Nicks chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his inner workings while the sun shines over them. She’s still tired, like her body is light years away from being fully recharged)
Joyce: “Oooohhh- I so hope they get along well!!! I would love to have a ferret snuggle session!!!”
Teshteal: *looks up and notices Gardio's left* We should... Probably go back. Dio left- *slight panic enters his voice* Why did he leave-?
Joyce: (Looks around) “Hm, I don’t know. Maybe he went to help Donny with the stuff.”
Teshteal: Yeah... *Shaking a little. He can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end again* I don't feel safe out here, though... Let's head back. *Turns to the lighthouse*
Joyce: (Seems concerned but she follows along) “Errrrrm…. Okay then. But can I ask, why don’t you feel safe?”
Teshteal: *glances at the ship* I don't know those people. I don't know if they're from that hellish place. *Already walking along*
Joyce: (Walks alongside him, confused) “What place? These our Ma and Donny’s friends, they’ve known them for a long time.”
Donovan: (Already putting away some of the stuff he brought in, raising his head when Gardio pokes his head in) “Handed it off?”
Gardio: As good as done. She still seemed sleepy though... *Fully steps into the kitchen* What do you need help with bringing in?
Donovan: (Rubs his forehead for a moment, then starts walking to the door past Gardio) “The stuff with the storage labels go into the basement, the kitchen labels go the kitchen, and the rest into the living room. Mama will sort them out later.”
Jasmine: (Her eyes click up to her father as she rests, lifting a hand to gently touch the side of his neck where there’s a large gash, humming a bit sadly and with concern)
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Nick: *tenderly takes her hand in his right* Don't worry. My sealants still seem to be intact... *Mutters, thinking about all the times Lucille led them into a flooded building* So far...
Teshteal: The place that turned me into this. The place that made my life hell the moment I stepped in it- *the slits of his eyes narrow with dread as the sound of commands, shouts, and manipulative sweet urgings grow louder and louder*
Gardio: Got it... And none of these would be damaged or tainted easily with radiation?
Jasmine: (Still eyes up her Dad with concern, blinking slowly at the patches and worn down skin on his neck and face)
Joyce: (Timidly, taking and squeezing Gertie’s bundle to her chest) “Teshteal? You okay…?”
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “Nawh, the crates and containers they are in are sealed tight. Should be all good.”
Nick: *sees where she's eyeing and waves it away, as if shooing a fly* Eh, cosmetic... Don't worry yourself with it. *Wry laugh* I'll get it replaced, one day. Haven't seen a need to, yet... *Readjusts his hold on her so she's more comfortable* How about you focus on getting some sleep and I'll think about that, hm?
Gardio: *starts moving the the crates to their new and proper homes as Donny instructed. Taking great care not to drop any of their precious belongings*
Teshteal: No. I'll never be okay... *Spiralling* Why would I deserve that? I've always been a terrible excuse for a person. I couldn't even do simple tasks without messing up! How have I survived this long? Are the people on the boat spies? Soldiers operating on a code word? Is everyone in danger? Are they after me-?
Jasmine: (Is now also focused on his bad hand that she siezes and brings up to her face, playing with his fingers curiously)
Donovan: (Goes outside to bring in more crates, walking a bit slowly)
Joyce: (Gets even more worried and stops walking) “Teshteal? No- you'll be okay, you’re not a terrible person…”
Nick: *softly hums* Try not to pinch yourself on the joints... *Keeping his hand slack so she can play as she likes*
Gardio: *soon as most of the items neatly stacked where they need to be. He starts getting in a rhythm with Donny, taking them from the younger man's hands and eventually noticing his slow pace* Are you alright? You seem sluggish with a few of these packages.
Teshteal: *crouches in the middle of the path, his tail swishing wildly* Th-then why do I keep getting these thoughts to kill or hurt everyone around me? Why do I want to act on them?! Do I actually love you? *He grips and tugs at his hair* Or is that just a means to a horrific end?! Why do they still control me-?!
Jasmine: (Toys with his fingers, tilting her head curiously while humming a note in question, wondering what happened to the skin on his hand)
Donovan: “Hm? Oh, I’m alright…. Just thinking about things….” (Gives Gardio another forced smile and nod) “I’ve gotta help Ma set up the large clawfoot tub they brought for her in her master bathroom, I want her to be able to have that spa bath she talked about.”
Joyce: (Swallows hard, her voice shaking. She wants to be able to spit out something wise for her boyfriend to ponder, but she can’t find the right words. So she goes back to what she only knows) “Teshteal? Can you take some deep breaths? You’re safe here….” (Wonders if she should run and go find Gardio or Nick)
Teshteal: *he tries to take a deep breath, but somehow chokes on it and swears between coughs. Despite this, he keeps trying to breathe deeply, eventually succeeding*
Gardio: Would you like some help with that? I can install the tub, too. It wouldn't be a problem at all for me in fact. *flashes a confident but also helpful smile* It's the least I could do to repay you all for housing us.
Nick: *sensing the question hinted at by that solitary hum* Lost that doing repairs on Diamond City. Or at least that's what I would say if it weren't from another model. Seems we generation 2 synths can't keep the skin on our bones.
Joyce: (Breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that it’s working, lightly petting his messy hair) “You’re okay…. We’re safe here…. We can go inside and get you a cup of some nice cold water.”
Donovan: (Looks at Gardio with partial astonishment) “Really? You can do that?”
Jasmine: (Nods her head slowly to show that she understands, then lightly runs her fingers near the gash on his neck, her eyes flickering to him expectingly)
Teshteal: *flinches a little, not expecting the comforting gesture. He leans into it, much like a cat headbutting their owner's hand. Softly* Okay... I'm sorry...
Gardio: Of course! Wouldn't be the first time I've hauled a tub up a set of stairs. I did that in my old settlement a few of times for folks. *Gestures vaguely with a tilt of his head as he hauls another crate to the kitchen* Just point me to the tub, where you want it, the plumbing supplies, and the water supply and a I'll have it done by the end of the day!
Nick: That's a combination of a lot of hard detective work, living in the ruins, and, you'd guess it, fixing up Diamond City... *Pets her head with his good hand*
Joyce: “It’s alright, here….” (Holds out her hand to him with a gentle and understanding smile) “Let’s go inside.”
Donovan: (Rubs the back of his head) “The tub is probably still on the dock and you can ask someone to help you wheel it in. The tub goes into the bathroom in Ma’s room and I’ll let her know so that you don’t give her a fright. The rest of the stuff should be in a little utility room in the basement.”
Jasmine: (Looks up at her Dad with her sparkling amber eyes that catch the sunlight and reflect beautifully, smiling at him, still toying with his bad hand)
Teshteal: *slowly takes her hand and lets her head him to the house*
Gardio: Understood. *Flashes a confident smile as he makes his way to the door. As he passes by the pair, his look shifts to concern. He doesn't stop walking, keeping mind of his deadline*
Nick: *taken back by the honey colored eyes before fondly smiling at her. Again, he's just happy to see that she's in such good spirits for once.*
Joyce: (Shifts the little bundle in her arms, gently squeezing her boyfriends hand, leading him back to the house)
Donovan: (Waves him off and just kinda stands there in the living room for a moment, taking a deep breath)
Jasmine: (Cutely scrunches her nose, whatever that light was surely brightened her soul back up, it’s even reflected in her eyes that aren’t resembling a haunted doll at the moment)
Nick: *wonders if this is the most she's been this calm and hopeful since they first met, not counting the trip through her memories*
Gardio: *reaches the dock and eyes the huge crate containing the tub. He approaches the crew working the boat with a wave* Mind if I get some help hauling this to the lighthouse? *He thinks he hears the brush rustle behind him, but shrugs it off as a gust of wind blows through the nearby treetops*
Teshteal: *face goes red, looking at their joined hands, both flustered and embarrassed simultaneously. Flustered because of the contact. Embarrassed for his breakdown just moments before*
Joyce: (Leads him inside to the kitchen, opening the fridge to browse what’s inside, deciding to take out a small pitcher of what appears to be lemonade) “Want some of this too? Or just water?”
Crewman: “Yup. It’s too bad we don’t have our forklift.” (Motions for everyone nearby to gather around the crate that’s on wheels so they can push and pull it with rope)
Jasmine: (Softly, and hoarsely because of her screaming and crying earlier) “You okay?”
Nick: I'm more than okay- you seem to be doing better and that's done me a world of good in itself!
Gardio: That is a shame. *Clucks as he walks along the tub* I'll push. *Gets behind the crate and braces himself against it, squatting so his legs do all the work* When you're all ready.
Teshteal: *sniffs the pitcher. It's definitely lemonade adjacent* I'll take it.
Lucille: *heaves a deep, relieved breath, the pressure worked out of her system* Thank you, Mama Evie...
Jasmine: (Searches her fathers eyes for a moment before nodding, glancing down at herself, then their surroundings, trying to catch up on what the hell is even going on)
Crewman: “Alright then. One…. Two…. Three!!!” (With that they all start pull on the crate to haul it up to the lighthouse with Gardios help)
Joyce: (Takes out two glasses and pours herself and Teshteal some lemonade, handing him his glass with her still warm smile) “Here you go!”
Ma: (Tenderly, stroking Lucille’s head) “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Nick: If you're wondering why you're up here, you crawled onto the roof from the window.
Teshteal: *accepts the glass, his hand trembles but he feigns a smile as he sips the tangy drink*
Gardio: *with his strength they make short work of it. Before they know it, they're at the doorstep* Good work! Thank you for the help! *Considers talking to Donny to see if there's anything they can do to pay them back extra for their service*
Lucille: ...I think I'm ready to get out of the bath, now...
Jasmine: (Looks like she’s about to ask more questions but then she hears voices coming from the bottom of the house and she gets spooked since she’s underdress, snagging her dads coat that Ma had brought up earlier to throw over her, curling up to her dad for safety)
Joyce: (Takes and squeezes his hand in hers, beaming at him as she drinks her lemonade)
Crewman: “No problem. Anything for the good mother.” (Starts to walk back the house with the others to finish the rest of the stuff)
Donovan: (Comes up from the basement where he was putting away more stuff)
Ma: (Nods and rises from the chair to grab a large towel for Lucille, offering her arm for support) “Okay honey, just move slowly for me and don’t put pressure on your ankle.”
Nick: *laughs a little and rubs her shoulder* Don't worry, doll. I got ya... I think I'm the only person in earshot if you're wandering what's going on.
Gardio: *goes down to the basement, quickly locating the utility room and fetching a crowbar to free the tub from its wooden prison. It isn't long before he's on the front step again and doing just that*
Teshteal: *blushes again, his ears pricking up a little... Quietly* I get so flustered around you... *Takes an awkward small sip of his drink*
Lucille: *wry laugh at that* I've walked on worse- *Attempts to rise but nearly falls over from the shooting pain in her ankle. She supports herself with the side of the tub*
Jasmine: (Shivers with fright and because she’s actually cold for once, huddling up to the warm safety that is dad. She peeps just her head out so she can look up at Nick and breath better, tightly clinging to him)
Donovan: (Had walked into the kitchen and raises a brow at the two) “Having a drink?”
Joyce: (Giggles and nods, balancing Gertie’s bundle in the crook of her arm) “Yup- drinking some of the lemonade I helped Mama make.”
Ma: (Firmly) “But under my watch you won’t. Come here.” (Puts her arm under Lucille’s so she can guide her out of the tub and onto the chair)
Nick: Cold? I think this broth here is still warm enough to do some good if you'll take it... *Jerks his head at the bottle as he rubs the small of her back*
Teshteal: *turns an even darker shade of red as he keeps the drink to his mouth, hoping it can hide his face. He doesn't even remember if Donny knows about their relationship*
Gardio: *props open the door then takes in a few deep breaths and lifts the giant tub on his own, occasionally grunting as he carries it through the house to its final designation*
Lucille: *hangs onto the older woman for support. She mentally curses the state her body is currently in- unable to support its own weight*
Jasmine: (Blinks up at Nick, her eyes getting a light mist to them) “Tainted….?”
Donovan: (Chuckles and waves a teasing finger at Joyce and Teshteal) “No closed doors.”
Joyce: (Rolls her eyes) “I’m not twelve! Plus- Gilbert wouldn’t allow anything anyways.”
Ma: (In one fast and fluid motion she wraps Lucille in the blanket and plucks her out of the water, seating her in the chair) “There we go, now ya can dry off and get dressed.”
Nick: What? Tainted...? *A horrific realization of what she means dawns on him, but instead he firmly shakes his head* I doubt Donny would do that to you... But it if makes you feel better, I'll test it for you *Reaches for the bottle, tips it, then massages the top. A couple drops of the broth lands in his mouth. He mimes chewing to get a better sense of the flavor then tilts his head* No, not tainted. There's a bunch of salt and herbs. But other than that, it's your run of the mill beef broth. *Offers the bottle to her*
Teshteal: *panicking a little. He's definitely stronger than a ferret and there's always the risk of losing himself to the programming looming over his head. He just keeps sipping his lemonade, pretending everything's fine. He's caused enough trouble, for now.*
Lucille: *blinks with slightly wide eyes. For a moment she reexamines all the scars on her body, then she reaches up to her hair and lets out a mild gasp... It's gotten a bit longer since she's cut it, last.* Another thing I'm going to have to take care of later, I guess... *Starts to reach for her clothes*
Gardio: *managed to get it all the way up to Ma's bathroom. He heaves a sigh of relief once it's out of his arms. He wipes his hands together and presses them on his hips as he assesses the situation before getting the tools*
Jasmine: (Stares at her dad almost in astonishment now) “Donny….” (Covers her mouth and mumbles something into it that sounds foreign, then giggles as she closes her eyes) “Donny….” (Opens her eyes with a disoriented expression, banging the side of her forehead with the palm of her hand, trying to get herself to process things better. Her head hurts and so does her stomach, but it’s probably hunger at this point. She takes the bottle into her mouth and slowly starts to suck, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something)
Donovan: (Gestures at Gertie in her bundle, approaching so he can see the new little one) “Aaawww, she’s so precious.” (Reaches out to gives the baby some scritches on the top of her head)
Gertie: (Leans into it and closes her eyes, licking her nose again)
Joyce: (Excitedly, lemonade dribbling down her chin) “I know!!! She’s more adorable than I ever could’ve imagined!!!”
Ma: (Offers Lucille some lotion if she wants it) “I could give you a haircut later, honey. I have all the tools, but you did just take a shower. Unless you’re one of those who don’t feel like ants are all over them after a haircut and don’t have the need to take a rinse.”
Ma’s Room: (Pretty large since it’s the master bedroom and well decorated, a distinct scent of flowers in the air. There’s a big bed with luscious pillows and sheets positioned at the left wall with two nightstands on each side of it, but only one of them is full of stuff while the other remains bare besides a lamp. Her rocking chair is besides a collection of books, a TV, and holotapes of what seem to be playlists of songs from the labels that are either titles of full albums or specially mixed playlists, in both English and Spanish. Also a few movies and shows are mixed in there. There’s a large vanity besides the walk-in closet that’s lined with different perfumes and other ladies trinkets. She also has a sewing station set up complete with a high grade sewing machine and an adjustable dress form. The rest of the room is decorated with a rug and a few decor items and her walls are plastered with photos of different people of varying ages from infants to older folks, sometimes Ma is in posing those photos with Donny also making an appearance)
Ma’s Bathroom: (A dreamy pink bathroom with patterns of hearts on the walls. On the floor are matching bath mats and matching towels are hung up on the walls. There’s a empty spot in the little indent meant for a tub that had long been removed to make way for the new one)
Lucille: Yeah, you're right. I would get pretty itchy. *Accepts the lotion and starts to rub it on herself before putting on her clothes completely*
Nick: *glad to see she's drinking something without much fuss. He does wonder what's on her mind but he's not going to interrupt her*
Teshteal: *notices the lemonade dribbling down her chin and finally puts down the cup, dashing for a hand towel then, with a surprising delicate and gentle touch, dabs the liquid dry from her face. Sweetly* Swallow next time before you speak... Okay?
Gardio: *a little awestruck when he can finally fully view the room upon return. He feels like he just stepped into a movie... Then has to remind himself that over 200 years ago, people had lusciously decorated and populated rooms like these... He takes a moment to admire the sewing machine, the TV and holotapes, the records, and bed. It almost brings a tear to his eye. He doesn't know why- the whole house is a snapshot of life before the bombs... He sighs as he looks at all the photos with a nostalgically sad smile*
Jasmine: (Settles down against Nicks chest again, eyes still locked up on him) (Signing) “Speak, please.” (Wants to hear his voice right now since it’s so soothing)
Joyce: (Crinkles her nose at Teshteal) “Okay I’ll try, but no promises.”
Donovan: (As he gets himself a glass of water) “She does the same thing with snacks, which is why Pirate always hovers near her feet when she’s talking.”
Pirate: (Is in fact hovering near under the table)
Ma: (Strokes Lucille’s damp hair) “Would you like me to call your father to come help you, or would you like some crutches to use?”
The Photos: (Are all in uniquely decorated photo frames, each one lovingly handcrafted for each photo it holds)
Nick: Heh. Want to hear my thoughts? I could ask you the same, honestly. How's your memory from the last day or so?
Teshteal: *light chuckle. Something about that reminds him of himself*
Gardio: *fond smile despite not knowing any of them. He decides to get started on installing this tub, only heading out for a moment to turn off the water then back up to attach the pipe to the tub itself, plumbers glue, caulk and all. Part of him wonders if he should fashion a shroud for the pipe so it doesn't look garrish against the emaculate bathroom, but he finds it's well hidden with some adjustments to the plumbing and position of the tub*
Lucille: Get me some crutches. I'll figure out how to get to the attic. *Finally fully clothed... Though she does miss some of the secure feeling her armor gave her*
Jasmine: (Makes a so-so motion with her hand, shaking her head) (Signing) “Foggy.”
Donovan: (Pats Joyce’s shoulder) “I need you to help me with getting some of the smaller broken down crates back to the dock so they can take them back.”
Joyce: (Sets her glass down) “Okay!” (Holds out Gertie’s bundle to Teshteal) “Do you mind watching her for me while I help Donny?”
Ma: “Oh sweetheart, there are a lot of stairs to get back up there. I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind coming back down to help you.” (Gently cups her cheek and tilts her face up to hers) “He wouldn’t want you to fall, and neither would I.”
