Avatar was drawn by the lovely @sswitchblade03 ! Welcome to the blog where I post about my Fallout 4 sole survivor and oc, Lucille. It's mostly dialogues that are about her and her misadventures and funny skits/stunts with her best friend and adopted dad, Nick Valentine. This blog is not strictly made for rp so I don't mind if you reblog my posts- in fact that's encouraged! :D Just letting anyone who stumbles accross my blog know I don't mind interactions with my dialogue/rp posts. Yes even the serious ones. I mostly make my dialogues for fun anyway. You want to say something on a post? Say something on a post!
This is Nick’s Final Smash like in Super Smash Bros, he doesn’t do it often, only when in dire situations.
Except, he’s too old which means on the rare occasions that he actually does this, he’s out of commission for a few weeks afterwards and he needs a wheelchair to get around.
He gets all grumpy as everyone else fusses over him like a convalescent old man, but he is one sooooooooo….. 🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️
It’s his own fault for not tending to himself better and keeping up with repairs beforehand. (Take your meds, Peepaw)
I'm not feeling great, so Dante gets some of the worst parts of his story depicted.
Cw: depictions of sh, overdose, s**cide attempt
Artwork below the cut. Plus some writing explaining this scene
Preston hadn't seen the general in some time... he came to Nick to track him down. As to his knowledge, Dante was last headed to Salam.
Deep in Nick's memory knew what this was. It had happened before... before the war. Nick stood from his desk, telling his assistant he'd be back soon, "Family matters." He mumbled.
He came to an old apartment, knowing this was where he'd find Dante, and there he did, his nephew, passed out on the floor surrounded by chems.
He dropped to his knees, immediately checking his pulse. Dante was breathing, but just barely. Nick panicked, digging his pocket for a stimpack. As quickly as his found one, he plunged it into Dante's chest. "You goddamm idiot! You're not dying on me!"
Dante shot awake, gasping for air. He was looking around at the mess he made in his old home... he eyes laid on Nick's concerned expression. "N... NICK!?"
Valentine grabbed his nephew, pulling him into an embrace. "You fucking moron..."
Dante began to sniffle, holding back tears... "I'm... I'm sorry... I'm so fucking sorry..." He buried his face in Nick's shoulder
"What were you thinking, boy? Here of all places, what if no one found you?"
"...I would be gone... everything feels helpless... Shaun's gone, Jaclyn's gone, you're... Nick's gone... my wife.." He finally began to cry. "I'm sorry.... I'm sorry dad."
Nick jumped at the word, Dante never acknowledged him as the real Nick till now. Had he been the whole time? Nick didn't have time to think about this. He had to get Dante to a doctor in Dimond City to get the drugs out of his system. He slowly pulled Dante to his feet, "Do you think you can walk, or do I need to carry you like I used to?"
Dante smirked, his face still wet with tears, "Oh fuck off you... you remember that...?" He raised an eyebrow as he wiped blood from his mouth.
"Of course I do. Now come on, Preston has no idea how to run the Minutemen without you." Nick began to walk Dante out of the wrecked apartment, both of them leaving these memories in the past.
(Note: I’m editing Rosalinda’s backstory heavily, so now she’s more Mexican and grew up in Texas. So is her family at the Lighthouse So bare with me at all the changes lol)
⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS AS USUAL!!!!!!!⚠️
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...
Jasmine: (Still eyes up her Dad with concern, blinking slowly at the patches and worn down skin on his neck and face)
Gardio: Got it... And none of these would be damaged or tainted easily with radiation?
Donovan: (Shakes his head) “Nawh, the crates and containers they are in are sealed tight. Should be all good.”
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: 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*
Joyce: (Timidly, taking and squeezing Gertie’s bundle to her chest) “Teshteal? You okay…?”
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-?
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?
Jasmine: (Is now also focused on his bad hand that she seizes and brings up to her face, playing with his fingers curiously)
Nick: *softly hums* Try not to pinch yourself on the joints... *Keeping his hand slack so she can play as she likes*
Donovan: (Goes outside to bring in more crates, walking a bit slowly)
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.
Joyce: (Gets even more worried and stops walking) “Teshteal? No- you'll be okay, you’re not a terrible person…”
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-?!
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*
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.”
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.
Donovan: (Looks at Gardio with partial astonishment) “Really? You can do that?”
Jasmine: (Toys with his fingers, tilting her head curiously while humming a note in question, wondering what happened to the skin on his hand)
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.
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)
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.”
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!
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.”
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*
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)
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.*
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*
Donovan: (Waves him off and just kinda stands there in the living room for a moment, taking a deep breath)
Joyce: “It’s alright, here….” (Holds out her hand to him with a gentle and understanding smile) “Let’s go inside.”
Teshteal: *slowly takes her hand and lets her head him to the house*
Joyce: (Shifts the little bundle in her arms, gently squeezing her boyfriends hand, leading him back to the house)
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*
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?”
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*
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)
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.
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!
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)
Teshteal: *sniffs the pitcher. It's definitely lemonade adjacent* I'll take it.
Joyce: (Takes out two glasses and pours herself and Teshteal some lemonade, handing him his glass with her still warm smile) “Here you go!”
Teshteal: *accepts the glass, his hand trembles but he feigns a smile as he sips the tangy drink*
Lucille: *heaves a deep, relieved breath, the pressure worked out of her system* Thank you, Mama Evie...
Lucille: ...I think I'm ready to get out of the bath, now...
Nick: If you're wondering why you're up here, you crawled onto the roof from the window.
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 Nicks coat that Ma had brought up earlier to throw over her, curling up to her dad for safety)
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.
Joyce: (Takes and squeezes his hand in hers, beaming at him as she drinks her lemonade)
Donovan: (Comes up from the basement where he was putting away more stuff)
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)
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*
Crewman: “No problem. Anything for the good mother.” (Starts to walk back the house with the others to finish the rest of the stuff)
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*
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.”
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*
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)
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 breathe better, tightly clinging to him)
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*
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*
Teshteal: *blushes again, his ears pricking up a little... Quietly* I get so flustered around you... *Takes an awkward small sip of his drink*
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.”
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: *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*
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 colorful embroidered luscious pillows and sheets positioned at the left wall with two nightstands on each side of it, but only one of the nightstands is full of stuff while the other remains strangely bare besides a lamp. Her rocking chair is besides a large 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 mannequin. 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 vintage 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)
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*
Lucille: *hangs onto the older woman for support. She mentally curses the state her body is currently in- unable to support its own weight*
Ma: (In one fast and fluid motion, she wraps Lucille in the towel and plucks her out of the water, seating her in the chair) “There we go, now you may dry off and get dressed.”
Jasmine: (Blinks up at Nick, her eyes getting a light mist to them) “Tainted….?”
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 and bone broth. *Offers the bottle to her*
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)
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*
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.”
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.*
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!!!”
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*
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.”
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?
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)
Teshteal: *light chuckle. Something about that reminds him of himself*
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*
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?”
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)
Nick: Heh. Want to hear my thoughts? I could ask you the same, honestly. How's your memory from the last day or so?
The Photos: (Are all in uniquely decorated photo frames, each one lovingly handcrafted for each photo it holds)
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*
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?”
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*
Ma: “Oh sweetheart, if you’re going back up to the attic after this, then there are a lot of stairs to get back up. 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.”
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-
Jasmine: (Makes a so-so motion with her hand, shaking her head) (Signing) “Foggy.”
Nick: Do you remember where we are...?
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….”
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: *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.*
Teshteal: *takes Gertie and holds her close to his chest* Sure! Be careful out there!
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)
Teshteal: *blinks before looking down at the tiny ferret resting her head just outside of her bindle* She'll be okay, right...?
Gertie: (Licks her nose some more and yawns, blinking up at the gremlin like the baby she is)
Gardio: *fitting the connectors together then test fitting them to the tub and water line*
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.”
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*
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)
Jasmine: (Nods her head at the bottle and continues to drink while staring at Nick with interest)
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*
Jasmine: (Still wants to hear her Dads voice so she lightly taps on his shoulder for his attention)
Nick: Hm? Sorry, I was thinking of Lucille... What is it, Rosie?
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 Gertie’s little nose playfully*
Gertie: (Cutely nibbles on Teshteals finger)
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*
Gertie: (Gives Teshteal a bunch of little licks with her itty-bitty tongue)
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*
Ma: (Leans against the doorway of her bathroom) “Your daughter needs some assistance getting back upstairs, she’s done bathing and is waiting in the bathroom.”
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...
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.”
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*
Ma: (Nods her head after the glowing ghoul, watching him leave for a moment before she decides to go downstairs herself and get things ready for Rosie)
Lucille: *tracing one of the scars on her arm, idly*
Jasmine: (Face crinkles with disdain when she hears Lucille’s name, securing her fathers coat more over herself) (Signing) “Talk to me, please.”
Nick: About Lucille? Are you sure? *Raises an eyebrow* I don't think now is a good time for it.
Jasmine: (Shakes her head at that, scowling through the bottle) (Signing) “About ANYTHING else.”
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*
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)
Jasmine: (Hums softly, getting a dazed look in her eyes while she thinks of the misty haze of warmth that kissed her) (Softly) “Mamá….”
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…..”
Nick: *carefully wipes her tears away with his thumb on his good hand. Sadly* Oh Rosie...
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. And work up the heart to actually do it)
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*
Gardio: You haven't, have you...?
Lucille: No...
Gardio: *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….”
Nick: *rubs the top of her head, gently brushing her lovely curly hair with his good hand*
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)
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 aunt. 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 there 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 day.” (Approaches a bit more) “Or if needed, I can take the little one and tend to 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…)
Nick: It's okay, Rosie. I'll come back for ya. *rubs her back reassuringly with his good hand* I'll still be somewhere in the house if you need me, doll. *gently, as softly as he can make his voice* I trust Mama Evie will take good care of you.
Lucille: ...There aren't enough people I trust to care for them.
Gardio: Not even the Minutemen?
Lucille: *scoffs* The Minutemen barely have the numbers to keep up! I'd have to build more robots to guard every settlement!
Gardio: *hums thoughtfully, followed by a slow but heavy sigh. She talks as if there are hundreds of settlements* How many of them do you manage alone...?
Lucille: *eyes widen* How many....? *She scans her sheets as if searching them for the correct answer before growling in frustration and covering her face with her hands* Too many to count!
Gardio: Can you give me an estimate...?
Lucille: *shakes her head, then almost as if the mere thought of them wore her out* ...30? Maybe 45? *rubs her face desperately but keeps it hidden behind her hands* Including Hangman's Alley-
Gardio: *shock, then rage jolts through him* 45?! Alone?! Lucille- Sweetheart! That's a lot for any one person to handle without help! I'd dare say it's impossible!! Have you asked for help?! Has Nicholas?! Anyone?!
Lucille: Nicholas...? Wait- you mean Nick? Why would he? *looks up for a moment and immediately looks away at the sight of her father's glare* I-it's not up to him. Why would it be? I made the decision to take on this many settlements on my- *she hesitates, her father's hand gently taking hers*
Gardio: I know you did. But you should have asked for help and if Nick cared about your well-being, he should have said something. It's not fair to you.
Lucille: *speechless at that. She isn't quite certain that she doesn't deserve the workload she's found herself under...*
Teshteal: *petting the little baby ferret, occasionally tickling her nose with the tip of his tail. Currently, not a single terrible thought can be had looking at such a sweet little face*
Jasmine: (Now looks at Nick with her big wet doll eyes, pointing at Ma with one hand while parting her lips as if she’s going to say something, but then stops because she realizes that she can’t)
Ma: (Continues stroking the girl’s cheek with one hand, the other she uses to ruffle her curls)
Jasmine: (Leans a bit more into the touch of her aunt because she’s missed it after all these years, her eyes of uncertainty remaining on Dad)
Nick: *encouragingly* She's not going to hurt you. *glances up at Mama Evie to confirm that he's right on that* She just wants to give you a nice warm bath. Wouldn't you like that?
Gertie: (Napping like a little angel noodle, a little ferret smile on her little face)
Joyce: (Is still helping her brother with dragging back the boxes and chatting with some of the crew members)
Teshteal: *wonders if he should go and help... but that might put the little baby ferret in danger... He trills thoughtfully about it. Typically he'd just jump at the opportunity to help but he'd hate to hurt the little noodle on his chest*
Lucille: It doesn't matter if it's fair. In fact, I shouldn't be resting right now- there might be repairs I have to make here! *tries to move to get up but winces when she remembers her leg, freezing her escape from the sheets*
Gardio: Don't worry about that! Worry about yourself!
Lucille: Why should I? At least I'll have died doing something productive.
Gardio: Please don't talk that way... Why must you punish yourself for something you can't help...?
Lucille: *goes quiet. She's not quite sure why she believes she deserves any of this...*
Gardio: *sighs and wraps his arms around her and kisses the top of her head* We can work all this out. You aren't alone anymore... *rocks her from side to side*
Lucille: *tears prick the corner of her eyes as she lets her father hold her. She isn't sure how anyone could possibly help... isn't this her burden to bare? What's her father going to do? He isn't even part of the Minutemen...* Is it even doable?
Gardio: Currently, on your own, no. But I'm certain we'll figure something out.
Ma: (Nods along) “He’s right muñequita-…”
Jasmine: (Winces like she did last time she was called one of her nicknames in Spanish)
Ma: (Corrects herself) “He’s right sweetheart, I would never hurt you like that.” (Gently wraps her arms around the girl so Nick can hand her off when he feels the timing is right)
Jasmine: (Still looks uncertain with tears on her face, but she’s not clinging to Nick while screaming to be left with him)
Nick: *slowly but carefully begins to withdraw so she doesn't feel like he's suddenly leaving her* You're not going to be left alone. She just wants to help, Rosie... *another reassuring rub on her back- this time towards her shoulder- very lightly nudging the girl more into Mama Evie's comforting arms*
Gardio: Perhaps we could ask our hosts for help. They seem to have a few resources up their sleeves.
Lucille: I don't want to put them out...
Gardio: If it's a fair trade, no one will be putting anyone out. Besides, we have to start somewhere- even if it's just getting more information. *strokes her hair*
Jasmine: (Holds Nick’s coat tightly around her shoulders as she’s transferred into Mama Evie’s arms, sniffling softly, her gaze never leaving Dad)
Ma: “C’mere babygirl.” (Smiles warmly down at the girl as she holds her close, still leaving room for Nick to comfort his daughter)
Jasmine: (Instinctively nestles up to her aunt like it’s second nature- because it is. She’s been cared for by Mama Evie since she was a newborn, so aside from her mother, Tía Evita is the closest maternal figure she has)
Teshteal: *starts bouncing his leg, the stillness beginning to get to him. He's just waiting... but it feels so agonizingly slow... A second feels like minutes. Minutes feel like an hour. An hour becomes an eternity. Gertie is asleep, and he can't just leave a baby ferret on the couch- can he? She's just a baby. What if the dogs eat her? What if a hawk bursts in through the front door and snatches her?? Do hawks even exist anymore? Maybe a wolf? isn't a wolf just a big dog? He holds onto the bindle tighter, protectively, and hopes he isn't squeezing her too tight*
Joyce: (Can be heard giggling from outside the window, her eager footsteps approaching the house)
Donovan: (From a distance) “Don’t fall!!!”
Joyce: “I wooooont!!!”
Teshteal: *head snaps up from his mini spiral of runaway thoughts he gets up, possibly startling Gertie, and scrambles to the door and opens it*
Lucille: *reluctantly nods. She knows her father's right about that. Unless there's something nefarious behind the scenes, the worst that could happen is going back to the way things currently are* ...Okay...
Gardio: Just rest for now, okay?
Lucille: *quietly nods. She feels silly for putting up such a fuss over this...*
Gertie: (Squeaks when she’s suddenly jostled around, wiggling around in her little burrito bundle)
Joyce: (Bursts in with a big box in hand, unable to see Teshteal clearly from behind it) “They gave me some new clothes and stuff!!! Mama ordered it for me!!!”
Nick: *slowly moves his hand from the teen's shoulder to her arm, gradually reducing the comforting rubs so Mama Evie can take over comforting the girl*
Jasmine: (Whines and closes her eyes, curling up into a ball against Mama Evie to hear her heartbeat, her lips trembling)
Ma: (Rocks back and forth to soothe the girl, increasing her back rubs in place of Nick’s as he withdraws, nodding at the father to reassure him that she’s got the little girl)
Nick: *nods back and gets up to leave, deciding he should check in with Lucille first*
Jasmine: (Somehow presses herself even closer to Ma, silently crying faster, both because Nick is leaving and because she’s missed Mama Evie’s hugs…. She still can’t get over how long it’s been even though Ma has hugged her multiple times already)
Ma: (Seems to be thinking alongside what Nick is planning) “And may I add- perhaps it’s best that you have a talk with some of the other members of your group to clear the air…. Before the situation, that I’m sure everyone here senses, bubbles out of hand.”
Teshteal: *nearly gets knocked over but hops to the side. He notices the poor little baby noodle's distressed wiggling and immediately regrets moving so fast* Oh! I'm sorry! *strokes the top of Gertie's little head* I didn't mean to startle you... *he turns his attention to Joyce* I wonder what kind of clothes she ordered- *excitedly, trying to match Joyce's energy without spooking the baby again* Maybe we could do a fashion show!
Gertie: (Doesn’t look too happy about being woken up like that, she’s now a grumpy little sausage)
Joyce: “Yeahhh!!! Normally, Mama makes me all my clothes, but some of her other kids wanted to pitch in and give me some new stuff!”
Donovan: (Enters behind Joyce) “It’s cause you’re the newest addition to the family, they wanna spoil you to welcome you.”
Joyce: “I ought to meet them all to say thank you!” (Starts waddling over to the stairs)
Donovan: (Mumbles to himself when he thinks about how many siblings he has) “That might take an eternity…” (Shakes his head) “Are you sure that you don’t need help?”
Joyce: “No- I’ve got it!” (Tries and fails to get up the first step, almost falling over)
Donovan: “NOPE! I’m helping you! Chivalry isn’t dead, and I don’t want you to die falling down the stairs!” (Rushes in to grab the box from her)
Joyce: (Huffs to blow some hair out of her face as the box is taken from her)
Teshteal: I can help... *reaches out to Donovan, but stops, remembering he has a restless little noodle in one hand that he so rudely woke up from a nap. Instead, he returns his attention to Joyce, resting his hand on her shoulder* Are you okay? You didn't pull anything, right?
Nick: *stops and looks back at her with a frown* I'm sure you've noticed, I think we might be long past the point of this bubbling over. *resumes his journey to the stairs and eventually disappears from sight*
Ma: (Watches him leave with a somber look, stroking the child’s hair)
Jasmine: (Whimpers quietly when she senses Dad is truly gone, squeezing her eyes shut as tightly as she physically can)
Ma: (Rocks faster, deciding to wait a moment before standing up to get Jas into the bath) “It’ll be okay, sweetness.”
Jasmine: (Bites her bottom lip, because Dad being gone means her shields are down against the voices… And they waste no time in making themselves known. But at the very least she has Tía Evita to comfort her)
Dogmeat: (Has his big puppy eyes on the two, deciding that it was best to stay with the little one that Nick loves as opposed to following his owner)
Joyce: (Smiles at her boyfriend) “No I didn’t!” (Reaches out to pet Gertie) “Hiya Gertie!!!”
Gertie: (Licks her nose, still very much fussy)
Teshteal: She's all squirmy cause I ran to open the door... *hands Joyce the bundle followed by a tiny kiss on the cheek*
Nick: *makes his way to the attic, sighing somberly when he sees Gardio comforting Lucille* How's she doing?
Gardio: Better. But we should talk, Nicholas.
Nick: *furrows his brow at the formal form of his name. Nevertheless, he walks across the floorboards more briskly than he'd prefer* Someone's not happy...
Gardio: And why should I be? From what I've heard, Lucille's had to manage 30 or MORE settlements without so much as a suggestion of assistance!
Nick: What do you mean?! I've asked her to take breaks!
Lucille: ...That's true... He has... *looks down at her sheet-covered legs* I brought it on myself-
Gardio: *defensively* Even so, you shouldn't be doing it all yourself. Someone- *he glares at the detective* Should be helping you in more ways than just giving guidance.
Nick: Detective Chapel, why is that my responsibility? She could have asked for help herself.
Lucille: *her shoulders slump in defeat at that. Of course, she could have*
Gardio: *holds his daughter a bit tighter* When would she have the time, Detective Valentine? Between gathering, building, and fighting on behalf of the entire Commonwealth? What were her options? Ask raiders for help? The Institute? The settlers that sit idly by while she waits on them hand and foot?
Jasmine: (Stops biting her lips since she’s starting to draw blood, swallowing hard)
Ma: (Kisses the top of Jazzy’s head) “Sssshhhh….”
Jasmine: (Feels an empty pit open up inside of her, a dark void that’s ready to swallow everything she holds dear despite her efforts to stop it) (Hoarsely) “….It is all in vain.”
Ma: (Startled for a second) “….Hm?”
Jasmine: (Shakes her head, her heart sinking down to her stomach) (Pained) “It is all in vain.”
Joyce: (Takes the bundle that is her new baby, swaying from side to side) “Ooooh, you poor thing!”
Gertie: (Tries to get out of her bundle)
Joyce: “Soon, you’ll meet your big brother!!! Hopefully he gets over his jealously sooner rather than later!!!”
Teshteal: Sorry I couldn't keep her calm. I was just so excited to see you again.
Joyce: “That’s fine, we can calm her down before she goes to meet Gilbert.”
Nick: You act as if Lucille didn't have a choice in the matter. She could have said no.
Gardio: She could have but did anyone remind her to? That's what I'm angry about- that no one stepped in to pick up the slack or looked out for her to ease her burden on the settlements. Survival is already trying enough as it is in the wasteland.
Nick: *bitterly* Again. I did ask her to not push herself so hard. She's stubborn like Rosalinda- rushing everywhere to accomplish something she won't tell anyone about until she's exhausted herself-
Lucille: *resentfully, not looking up to meet his gaze* Of course...
Nick: *raises an eyebrow then leans to the side to look at Lucille* Hm?
Lucille: *trembling with rage* It's always Jasmine. Or Rosie. Or whatever she's going by now.
Nick: No it's- why are you so jealous of her? She's a kid that's-
Lucille: *her head whips up, her breath heavy as she seethes* Been through a lot?! I'm very aware of that, Nick. Extremely aware. But I can't help feel abandoned and looked down on since Vault 88!
Nick: *angrily, in that tone only a parent could achieve* There might be good reason for that, Lucille. You've haven't exactly been helpful since we left-
Lucille: *frustrated scream as she nearly claws her way out of her dad's embrace to bore holes between Valentine's eyes with her own* I'VE BEEN MORE THAN HELPFUL, NICK!! I GUARDED EVERYONE WHILE THEY SLEPT!! I'VE HELPED FIGHT OFF RAIDERS!! I DON'T GET ONE SCRAP OF GRATITUDE FOR IT, THOUGH!! JUST GLARES THE MOMENT I OBSERVE ANYTHING ABOUT JASMINE!! LIKE I'M MIRELURK SHIT!!
Ma: (Softly) “What is, honey?”
Jasmine: (Coughs, her throat feeling dry and like it wants to close in on itself) “I will…. Never measure up.” (Hides away against Mama Evie with the coat pulled partly over her face, not daring to look up) “I will always fall short…”
Ma: (Adjusts the girl so she can hide better, her strong and loving arms holding Jas securely and protectively) “No baby, that’s not true. You’re precious inside and out, no matter what.”
Jasmine: (Doesn’t give an acknowledgment that she hears her aunt, she only shivers) “It is all in vain…”
Teshteal: *jumps hearing fragments of Lucille's angry tirade. To ease his mind he pulls Joyce to his side for comfort like a teddy bear*
Donovan: (Had just finished putting the box in Joyce’s room when Lucille erupts like a volcano from the attic, and he freezes misstep)
Pirate: (Alerted bark from the couch, perking up her head, attention drawn to the staircase)
Joyce: (Eyes widen with alarm)
Nick: *briefly taken aback before taking up a stern composure* You need to calm down-
Lucille: *still screaming, tears streaming down her face* WHY?! BECAUSE I SAID SOMETHING ABOUT HOW I'VE BEEN TREATED LATELY?! BECAUSE I'M AN ADULT AND ONLY JASMINE GETS TO SCREAM AND CRY WHEN SHE'S IN PAIN?! BECAUSE I'M BEING JUST AS LOUD AS YOUR APPARENT ONLY DAUGHT-
*SLAP*
Nick: *as he retracts his hand* I can't explain why if you won't quiet down-
Gardio: *grabs his hand by the wrist* That wasn't extremely unnecessary, Valentine. How would you expect Jasmine to react?
Nick: I don't have to imagine it to know. I've seen how she would. And this is exactly how Lucille handled a similar situation back in 88.
Lucille: *stunned, tracing her cheek*
Gardio: *growling* Whether or not Lucille's actions were called for is not reason enough to respond in kind. Rosalinda may be your child, but it's clear to me Lucille's considered you a father figure in my absence!
Nick: *furrows his brow. Tersely* You're right. I was out of line. Sorry. *A little more sincerely* Both of ya.
Lucille: *quietly* ...I don't accept it...
Ma: (Looks out into the distance. They can sort of hear all the drama happening below, not very well, but just enough that she can tell that things are not going well inside)
Jasmine: (Sneezes and shivers some more, her leaky eyes continuing to dribble silent waterfalls)
Ma: (Knows that trying to convince Jas that what she said isn’t true would be fruitless, so she simply moves her focus into getting the girl back inside since she’s cold, then into the bath) “Let’s get a move on, hm? A warm bath will do you good, and you can choose something cute to wear beforehand.” (Slowly stands with the girl held close)
Jasmine: (Whimpers at the sensation of movement, her brain flashing white)
Teshteal: *flinching at Lucille's yelling. Wants to hide behind Joyce or in her arms. Considers even kissing his girlfriend to distract himself from the upstairs drama*
Donovan: (Comes down the stairs while shaking his head, stopping when he sees Teshteal clinging into his sister)
Joyce: (Worryingly) “Are they okay up there….?
Donovan: (Glances behind him) “….I dunno.”
Teshteal: *clinging to Joyce for dear life* They aren't going to come down here, right?
Nick: Lucille-
Lucille: *hurt* Go back to your daughter, Nick.
Nick: We should talk about this-
Lucille: There's nothing to talk about. I'm not your kid. I'm just another finished case to you. Another partner left to the wayside. You'd sooner close the agency.
Nick: *as he pulls his hand out of Gardio's* That's not true!
Lucille: When's the last time you've taken a case that wasn't related to her? When's the last time you've actually looked at me with any sort of pride of having me as a friend after Jasmine entered our lives?
Nick: .... *At a loss for words*
The radio, somewhere: *a song about what it takes to be a happy man ends and the radio DJ chats excitedly on the air* That was Trouble Man by Jungle and you're listening to Kickin' it Back with Ciddark Kick! Up next is...
Nick: *quietly despondently* Have I wronged you that badly...?
Lucille: *turns her head completely away from him* Come back when you know the answer.
Gardio: *gently rubbing her shoulders and arms* I think you should go for now, Detective Valentine.
Nick: I think... *Pulls out a cigarette and places it in his mouth, taking care to resist the reflex of lighting it then and there* You're right. I need some time to mull this ordeal over. *Sighs then turns to leave. He pauses before climbing down the stairs* I... hope we can patch this up...
Lucille: *doesn't respond. Simply leans into her father for comfort*
Donovan: (Gives a concerned look at Joyce, but for a different reason, stepping closer) “Joyce…”
Joyce: (Looks at Teshteal when she hears the warning form Donny, hugging him back, frowning at her brother) “I don’t think they are coming down here, Teshteal.”
Teshteal: *sighs with relief at both the news and her holding him so protectively. He purrs and nuzzles her neck affectionately* That's good...
Jasmine: (Wouldn’t know how to explain the state she in if anyone ever asked, it’s like she’s both blissfully unaware of reality, but also painfully aware of it. Somehow she’s both, probably her subconscious fighting to stay awake while her brain tries to shuts down to protect her from anything else traumatic. It’s exhausting, and painful, especially with the tortuous voices that sound like they are trying to break out of their containment…)
Ma: “I’ve gotcha, sweetheart. I’ve gotcha…” (Rubs the poor girl’s back as she carries her down the stairs and towards the side door, ensuring that she’s covered with her father’s coat)
Dogmeat: (Follows close behind Mama Evie, attempting to sniff Jas whenever he gets a chance)
Nick: *climbs back onto the roof to light his cigarette an reflect for quite a while*
Lucille: Still think he cares about me?
Gardio: To an extent.
Lucille: *grunts in disagreement*
Gardio: Be reasonable... He seemed to regret his actions.
Lucille: Uh huh. Just wait until I take note of something regarding his precious daughter...
Gardio: *sighs then kisses her forehead* It's hard to balance your personal life with parenthood, sweetheart.
Lucille: *rubs her face in her father's chest* Can we just drop it? I'm tired of everything, Dad.
Gardio: Sure...
Ma: (Enters through the side door and into the laundry room, climbing the little staircase in the corner to reach the loft above where she stores all the extra clothes, and she has A LOT)
Jasmine: (Nose wrinkles slightly at the smell of so many garments from different places. Her sense of smell isn’t overly sensitive like Teshteal’s, but it’s still stronger than it should be)
Ma: (Balances the girl on one hip so she can rummage through the section of clothes that she sorted for young girls) “What do you want to wear? A dress perhaps?” (Carefully peels back the coat so Jas can see)
Jasmine: (Blankly stares at all of the clothes before her, her eyes not locking on anything in particular) “…………….”
Ma: (Encourages the girl to participate in choosing her clothes by taking her little hand so she can feel the dresses) “This one is real soft, and it’s your favorite color, pink. There’s also this lovely sky blue one, and this pretty leafy green.”
Jasmine: (A single big hot tear goes down her tear stained cheek, not daring to look behind her or off to the side. Because she hears laughter, and she knows better than to turn her gaze to see what it is. She can only nuzzle against her aunt to hide, that’s all she can do)
Donovan: (Protective brother voice) “Don’t you think that you’re a little too close to her, buddy?”
Joyce: “Donovan!”
Donovan: “If you don’t say it, the I will!”
Teshteal: *blinks in confusion and lifts his head* I got scared and wanted comfort... *his tail raises and swishes slowly, nervously*
Nick: *replaying the past week's events over in his head, trying to isolate them to moments where Lucille was involved...*
Ma: (Rakes her fingers through her niece’s curls, swaying from side to side) “Sssssh…..” (Picks out a cream puff pink dress) “We’ll go with this one for now, since I know you adore pink and flowy skirts. But if you want something else later, we can change that.” (Also takes a white pair of shorts and some underwear that she figures will fit the girl. She knows that wearing the right clothes will help someone who’s been beaten down regain their confidence and dignity)
Jasmine: (Coughs again, hard enough that Mama Evie has to pat her back to help clear her airways, her face damp with fevered sweat and tears)
Ma: (Frowns, then whisks away to get the child to the bathroom quickly so she can have that warm bath)
Donovan: (Crosses his arms) “And she’s young- she doesn’t have the capacity to keep you and herself afloat. She wants to- she has a sweet soul, but she can’t.”
Joyce: (Stamps her foot) “Donny!!! I’m not a little girl!!!”
Donovan: “I never said you were! But you’re still my little sister, and we’ve been through this before!”
Teshteal: *eyes widen as he stares in fear at Donny, his now trembling grip on Joyce loosening. Memories of being talked down to by not just THEM but his colleagues on the force for being a "nuisance" or a "burden" flood his mind. Softly* I didn't mean to make her suffer...
Joyce: (Quickly tries to comfort him) “No no no- it’s okay! You didn’t make me suffer-…”
Donovan: (Firmly) “Joyce, for both of your sakes, don’t lie. I know you want to help everyone, but you don’t have the emotional capacity or stability to be an anchor rock.”
Joyce: (Scoffs) “You don’t say anything about me and Teshteal yesterday!”
Donovan: “Because tensions were high and I assumed that you were both just finding comfort in each other in the moment- but now I see that there’s a problem stemming deeper in him and I don’t think you’re equipped to deal with it!”
Ma: (Has to enter the living room to reach the only bathroom with a working tub, and the door to this bathroom is right next to the staircase the intervention is taking place)
Jasmine: (Whines when she senses the tension, throwing Nick’s coat back over her head so she can hide)
Donovan: (Faces softens slightly when he sees that Mama Evie brought in Rosie, but he’s still upset)
Teshteal: *has the sinking feeling he's been caught for... something. His mind screams at him to run away but instead, he simply lets go of Joyce and slowly starts to back away* He's right... I'm always a problem. My issues are way more than anyone can handle...
Nick: *He almost swears at everything Lucille did around Jasmine back at 88. Where does she get off lecturing him about his actions when she couldn't control her own anger towards the traumatized teen? It's not the end of the memories, but he's got half a mind to storm back into the attic and remind the woman exactly what she did back then*
Donovan: (Looks Teshteal over) “As it currently stands, yes it is. And for both your sakes you need to tone it down a notch until you get some stability.”
Ma: (Rocks the crying child while bouncing her) “What’s going on here?”
Joyce: (Gets tears in her eyes as she grabs onto Teshteal) “Donny is butting into my personal life!!”
Donovan: “I’m trying to be responsible and guide Joyce away from making another mistake that will send her crying again!”
Jasmine: (Sobs with alarm, latching onto Mama Evie with her tiny yet mighty arms so that she’s clinging as tightly as she possibly can)
Teshteal: *freezes when Joyce grabs onto him. He's torn. He wants to hold onto Joyce for comfort but he also just had his personal fears confirmed- that he's too much to be around her- no ANYONE. He just stammers out an obedient, yet stilted* Y-yes sir... I'll leave her alone. I won't cause any more trouble for anyone.
Joyce: (Eyes widen, tears dribbling down her pale and rosy cheeks) “Donny! You’re scaring him!”
Gertie: (Looks fearful in her little bundle)
Donovan: “And he’s weighing you down! Maybe not on purpose, but someone has to step in before you both-…”
Ma: (Holds out a hand) “I want everyone to-…”
Jasmine: (Screeches and wails loudly, kicking her feet as she squirms to break free, the walls around her closing in, the laughter and voices getting LOUDER)
Ma: (Has to use both of her arms to keep the girl from wiggling free)
Teshteal: *feels like the world is spinning, Rosie's screeches pelting him like stones. He glances at Mama Evie with an almost empty look in his eyes. Almost robotically, methodically, hauntingly calmly* Please don't worry... Just take care of Rosie... Everything will be fine... *internally- without me here to make everything worse*
Nick: *slowly blows smoke, frowning at what he's seeing. Lucille isn't exactly wrong... but she also isn't exactly blameless either, especially since she broke her promise to stay by Rosie's side earlier. He wonders if they should talk once cooler heads prevail. Not a lecture. But to set differences aside. He flicks the ashes off his cigarette and reviews the memories again*
Ma: (Has a hard time answering because she’s trying to contain a screamy Jas) “Alright, I think everyone needs to take a step back to calm down, then regroup once we do.”
Joyce: “Mama! But-!”
Donovan: (Reaches down to grab his little sister and pull her away from Teshteal- not liking his sudden robotic demeanor) “Jo-Jo, I’m not telling you that you need to break up with him, just slow down.”
Jasmine: (Takes in a sharp breath, and screams her lungs out, putting her hands over her ears, like she’s trying to outdo someone in a screaming contest)
Dogmeat: (Barks with alarm at this)
Pirate: (Also joins in, standing on her hind legs)
Teshteal: *overwhelmed. Scared. He's withdrawn into himself further at the dogs suddenly barking and Rosie's screams. Trembling anxious whisper* Just help Rosie... She's scared. This situation is scaring her. Just help her...
Gardio: *his head jerks up from resting on Lucille's* What's going on down there?
Lucille: *tiredly* ....Sounds like Jasmine is having another episode. It's hard to tell if it's related to what Donny is shouting about, though.
Gardio: Hm. Maybe I should go see if I can do anything to settle the situation.
Lucille: *doesn't comment on that*
Gardio: *retracts his embrace then gets up* I'll be back, soon. Try to relax while I'm away.
Lucille: ... Okay. *Lays down and curls up in bed as best as she can with her leg being injured*
Teshteal: *Wants to reach out and reassure her but with everything happening around him, he's in a state of decision paralysis. Instead he leans against the wall and collapses into a ball* I promise I'll behave if you help her. *Sniffles* I'm sorry. For making everything harder.
Donovan: (Is torn between going over to his mom to help her settle Jazzy, and getting his sister away from trouble) “Joyce, step back.”
Joyce: (Tugs to get back to Teshteal) “No!!!
Jasmine: (Eyes are glassy and unfocused but her gaze is fixated on the wall besides Mama Evie, her chest uncontrollably heaving in and out, desperate choked sounds emitting from her lips)
Demonic Voice: “Kill. Kill. Kill.”
Jasmine: (Stills for a moment and blinks twice, lifting her head to look at what she tried to avoid looking at earlier, the thing that she felt escape her head where she tried to confine it)
Demonic Figure: (Slowly starts to smile at her from the corner it’s in, cackling darkly. It’s a tall and bulky figure that resembles somewhat of a man, its face uncanny with white dots as eyes, a sharp toothed smile, and just vague hints of other facial features)
Ma: (Tries again to be the voice of reason while managing the hysterical girl) “Donny-…” (Suddenly yelps in pain as something slashes her arm and side, crumbling to her knees, her mother instinct not allowing her to drop the child)
Donovan: (Practically flies across the room) “¡MAMAITA!”
Jasmine: (Grabs a nearby lamp on a side table, smashing it against the wall, giving her access to several thick shards that she hurls like throwing knives to the spot she sees the demon)
Joyce: (Screams and covers her mouth)
Dogmeat: (Howls and bolts forwards)
Pirate: (Aggressive bark at Mama Evie being hurt)
Gardio: *freezes on the stairwell* What's going on down here?!
Teshteal: *clutching his head at the sound of the dogs and Gardio's shouting* I don't know! They won't help her!! *Completely lost track of what they were originally arguing about only that good vault sibling needs help and he can't do anything about it. No one is doing anything about it*
Gardio: *not sure what to make of that. Does he mean Jasmine or Mamá Evie? He looks between Joyce and Donny with concern before noticing the girl is swiping at a specific spot in the air* Hmm... *He starts humming gently and sweetly before reaching out to rub the teen's small back. He'd disarm the girl but that would only escalate her panic*
Donovan: (Practically trips over himself to reach his mother) “¡MAMÁ!”
Joyce: (Actually trips over herself in front of Ma, crawling the rest of the way over to be as close as possible to her)
Ma: (Winces, doing her best to stay upright and hold onto the girl, crimson blood staining her dress) “Rosita!”
Jasmine: (Does a choked cry when she feels her back being rubbed by someone her brain briefly tells her is a safe person, tears taking over her vision again)
Demonic Figure: “Them, or you. Them, or you. Them, or you. Them, or you.”
Demonic Figure 2: (Manifests besides the other one, chanting its own string of words) “Blood! Blood! Blood!”
Jasmine: (Struggles again, down to her last shards. She can’t get rid of the figure, and she feels the uncontrollable surging rage filling her, one that she’s supposed to use as fuel to make a bloodbath)
Demonic Figure: (Growls darkly) “PICK ONE.”
Jasmine: (Turns the shard on herself and tries to stab to literally make herself the sacrificial lamb as opposed to her family surrounding her…. Because it’s like the voices say- it’s her or them, just like it always is, which is why she ends up turning the blade on herself… Just like when Lucille told her to kill herself)
Demonic Figure: “YOU OR THEM PATHETIC C*NT!!!!”
Demonic Figure 2: “BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!!!”
Gardio: *quickly intercepts the glass and pries it out of the teen's hands, letting it fall to the floor. He then takes hold that same hand in the same swift motion. He pauses his humming for just a moment. In the same gentle tone* Officer Rammstein. I need you to disarm whatever is attacking Rosie. *Resumes humming sweetly into the girl's ear, increasing the volume and adding the tiniest amount of pressure to his curricular rubbing.*
Teshteal: *blinks hearing Gardio giving him an order. It's like a knife cutting through the indecision in his brain. Takes one last sniff as he looks up at where the girl is swiping and clawing* Oh- Yes sir. *He gets up and starts approaching the specters on all fours, swishing his tail like a cat*
Jasmine: (Cries out in alarm when she’s disarmed, her cut on her chest and stomach not deep enough to satisfy the voices. She starts throwing her entire body around to try and break free so she can grab the shards again)
Ma: (Takes in a controlled breath as she’s tousled around, ignoring her own pain to keep balanced) “Rosalinda! Please, baby!”
Donovan: (Realizes that his mother is bleeding a lot) “FUCK!” (Turns and runs to get a Stimpak from the med room)
Demonic Figures: (Close in on the shivering girl)
Jasmine: (Panicked and pained, blood dribbling from her nose) “Nooooooo!!! It is coming!!! It is coming!!!! Nooooooo!!!”
Demonic Figure: (Grows bigger and bigger) “YOU OR THEM!!! CHOOSE ONE!!!”
Gardio: *lets go of Jas's hand and pulls the girl out of Ma's arms* I've got her.
Teshteal: *pounces as Jas is pulled away and slashes furiously at the demons she was trying to swing at. He chitters and growls at them* Leave her alone!!
Gardio: *Holds her similar to how her aunt was, using one arm to support her legs and the other on her back where he continues the gentle motions* Ssh... See? Teshteal is trying to fight them. *Bounces her slightly like a baby* He wants to protect you.
Ma: (Holds out her hands to the girl as Gardio takes her, a fearful look in her eyes)
Donovan: (Comes running back and grabs his mother) “Hold on, Mama. You’re bleeding a helluva lot…” (Carefully injects her with the Stimpak where she’s hurt the most)
Jasmine: (Whines at the transfer, kicking her feet, then she watches as Teshteal tries to fight her monsters…. He’s literally missing every hit on them because they aren’t real, but he’s trying his best) “No-!!! They will-…! They will-…! Nooooooo!!!!” (Tries to crawl over Gardio to protect Teshteal and the rest of her family) “Please!”
Demonic Figure: “KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL.”
Demonic Figure 2 “KILL THEM ALL!!!”
Gardio: *holds her still* It's okay. Look- he's not getting hurt. And they definitely won't hurt me. I'm too hard to kill.
Teshteal: *still swiping and biting at them like a cat chasing a laser pointer*
Gardio: *gently, as if hushing a baby* You don't have to listen to anything they're telling you. Whatever you're seeing can't physically touch us. Not really.
Jasmine: (Whimpers like a feeble child, sneezing and then coughing on the blood in her nose and mouth, Gardio’s soft words a vivid contrast into the dark world she’s stuck in)
Demonic Figures: (Cackle some more, slinking back into the shadows to watch the girl from afar as they always have done. The damage has been done for now, Jas has been reminded of what she’s meant to be doing, what she actually is)
Jasmine: (Tenses and locks her limbs, then tries to continue to kick her wild little feet while twisting her wrists, wanting to run and hide so the monsters can’t find her or her family again)
Donovan: (Cradles his mother as he waits for the Stimpak to work it’s magic) “You’re gonna be alright, Mama…”
Joyce: (Is huddled around Mama Evie as well, her hands holding her’s)
Ma: (Her focus is still on Rosie, not caring about herself at the moment because her mother instincts are too strong) “She’s covered in ghoul blood-! And she has open wounds!” (Worried about blood-borne diseases possibly transferring to the girl since she herself is a ghoul and they don’t know what could happen)
Gardio: Then we need to clean her wounds. *Looks to Joyce* Can you get Detective Valentine for me so we can give her a bath?
Teshteal: *pauses, realizing the fight's over* Anything I can do?
Gardio: Help Mama Evie and Donny. Gather some supplies for her wounds. *Starts heading to the bathroom with Rosie*
Joyce: (Stands up on shaky feet with a look of determination on her face) “Got it! Where is he!?”
Ma: (Holds onto her son) “I believe outside, probably back on the roof or the porch, my dear. If he’s not, check the pastures.”
Joyce: (Nods and turns to run outside, calling out as soon as she gets out there) “Detective Valentine???” (Runs around the porch to confirm that he’s not around there, then heads up the stairs to the roof)
Donovan: (Guides Mama Evie up onto her feet, his stomach doing flip flops at the sight of all her blood. He hates to see his dear precious mother get hurt….) “C’mon Mama… We’ll clean this up later… You come first.”
Jasmine: (Squeals fearfully when she’s carried off, scrunching up as much as she can into a ball up against whom her head tells her is still a safe person, unsure of what the hell is going on, or who is even holding her. All she knows is that Gardio smells, sounds, and feels somewhat familiar, but she doesn’t have a strong profile of him since she hasn’t been held much by him. She hasn’t even known him that long)
Gardio: *enters the bathroom, still holding and comforting the traumatized kitten* Let's get some nice, warm water running in the bath, hm? *stoops down a little to turn on the faucets, letting his knee replace the arm that was supporting her legs and rear. He starts testing the water with his hand to gauge the temperature so she doesn't get burned or freeze to death*
Teshteal: *Sprints in carrying a bag filled with gauze, needles, stimpaks, suture thread, and anything else they might need to replace her bandages and patch up possibly reopened wounds on his tail and a basket of bath supplies in his mouth. He sets both near Gardio and Jas* Brought a buncha stuff for ya, boss!
Gardio: *to Teshteal* Ssh... Not so loud. *taking Rosie's hand gently in his as he slowly rises and leans over the tub with her still in his arms* Would you mind testing the water a little for me? I don't want you to get burned when you get in, kiddo.
Nick: *glances over his shoulder when he senses Joyce. He was so lost in his head he barely registered the scuffle downstairs. When he sees her panicked expression he nearly spins on his heel to address her, cigarette dangling between his fingers* Is something wrong?
Joyce: (Trips on the last step, falling on her knees, hoisting herself back up using the railing so she can look at Nick and urgently point down the stairs) “Everyone is okay and alive, but they need you downstairs in the bathroom to help with your daughter. And quickly, please.”
Joyce: (Steps to the side so that Nick can rush by her, watching as he flys down the stairs)
Donovan: (Brings his mother to the med room) “Irradiated blood pack?”
Ma: (Touches her side, then looks at her arm) “Yes mijito…”
Donovan: (Rushes to get things prepped for an IV catheter insertion)
Jasmine: (Absolutely freaks out when she’s brought near a tub of water, choking on her spit and blood, making her think she’s drowning for a second) “AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” (Clings to Gardio like a baby koala and tries to hide away in his shirt, her hands pawing desperately to be held tighter by someone who she thankfully can feel safe with even if she can’t tell who they are)
Gardio: Oh- I'm sorry- I didn't mean to frighten you. *holds her a little tighter so she feels more secure* I promise. I won't let you drown.*rubs her back some more* How about this- I get Teshteal to get a cup so we can test it more easily? No way you can fall into that, right? *nods at his gremlin partner*
Teshteal: *does a dramatic salute and darts to the kitchen*
Nick: Got it. *crushes the cigarette in his hand, snuffing it out thoroughly before tossing it aside in a rush* Thanks for letting me know! *a quick pat on Joyce's shoulder and he's running downstairs*
Teshteal: *already back in the bathroom with a glass cup* Got the cup!
Gardio: Good. *takes it from him, then stoops low again before he scoops some of the water out of the tub. He lightly brushes her arm and cheek with the side of it* Does the side feel too warm? Nod if it is.
Jasmine: (Babbles incoherent words like a baby just learning how to talk, shying away from the cup because now she thinks she’s being offered some water to drink. She puts her thumb into her mouth so she can’t be forced to drink, biting down)
Dogmeat: (Waiting outside the bathroom door, whining softly)
Pirate: (Doing the same but outside the med room, but she can see into there, though she knows she’s not allowed to enter)
The prevalence of Nick running diagnostics in fic makes me laugh a little because like. He's so so so damaged. You know every single time he does it he's getting little pop ups like
!ERROR! DAMAGE TO DERMAL COVERING ON FACE AND NECK
!ERROR! EXPOSURE OF ARMETURE ON RIGHT HAND
!ERROR! FOREIGN ENTITY LODGED IN CHEST CAVITY
And he's just gotta dismiss them like. Yes. I know. I'm aware. Thank you. I do remember being shot go figure-
Luckily in my world, he comes back from diagnostics mode only to find his little girl staring at him like 🥺🥺🥺🥺 which prompts him to go; “Y’know what? Maybe I should take better care of myself for her sake…”
Ellie is so, SO happy that Valentine now has a kid who can guilt trip him into second guessing his risky decisions.
Though, there is something absolutely comical to Nick treating his diagnostic readouts like warnings in an old car.
It's like shooing away the "LOW WINDSHIELD WIPER FLUID" and "SERVICE TIRE MONITOR SYSTEM" on a driver information center in the dash of a 2006 Pontiac. He knows what's wrong but he still starts up, thinks, and moves normally so it's probably not a big deal.... until it is.
