Cloudy with a Chance of Friendship

Working on it, I'm working on it! Jury Rigging is like a mid/late game perk.

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"I wish I had something I could give you. I-Wait! What about punching? That's the gift that keeps on giving."

An Independent RP Blog for Journeyman Scribe Veronica Renata Santangelo of the Mojave Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel! Tracking the tag #SCRIBECOUNTER, this blog will have some Mature Themes present on it, due to the nature of the series the character is from (Fallout)!

Written BY Cherries! Writer is 28, and will only write with writers over the age of 21! 

Thanks for coming to the Sunny Mojave Desert! Don’t forget to stay hydrated.

CARRD | HEADCANONS | MEMES | Editor: Legacy

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HEY. So I’m- Yeah, okay. Anyway! Moving Veronica, my daughter, my love, my favorite, over to my Multimuse. So she can play in the sun with her friends and also see more up-time.

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    “Fellas, you ever just Let Ago & Begin Again, finding yourself absolutely destroyed in the process?”

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    “Brahmin Wellington tonight. Brahmin Wellington for EVERYONE! It’s a celebration and I’m (gonna cajole someone else into) paying for it!”

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Rachel Zegler in Dior at the Dior Spring 2023 Couture show in Paris on January 23, 2023.

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    “Operation: Yao Guai is in full effect! For those who skipped Operational Procedures this morning, this is ‘Operation: Arcade Hugs Veronica, Because He Loves Her && Wants To Show Her That He Loves Her By Hugging Her’. We shortened it to Yao Guai because of the term ‘bear hug’! And believe me, the operation is well underway!”

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    “GENTS AND GHOULS? WE GOT HIM!”

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Ava Gardner during the filming of The Bribe, 1949

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I’m just a firm believer in the notions and tenants that founded this great country. All this revisionist talk, all these ‘new politics’ and crap? Just that: Crap. I believe in Old World Values, the same values that my many mothers believed in!

I think Veronica Santangelo is pretty darn cool! AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO SAY IT!

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tread-the-bear:

For a second Boone found himself feeling warm in the face at her response; flattery that she gave a single shit about his taste in dresses. Not that he had much, but he could acknowledge a pretty lady in a nice outfit well enough.

His shoulders squared, a look at attention before he took it off the rack and handed it over.

And silently walked to the back of the store with her. The glasses were slid off his nose so he could see better, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the walls next to the dressing room. “Alright.”

“Go for it.”

Dress in hand, the young scribe feels almost euphoric. She’s handled dresses before, obviously. Delved through ruins, snuck into The Hub once or twice when she was meant to be on patrol to go scrounging around, got into scuffles with less-than-friendly but well-dressed ghouls. All that and more. But she’s never had a moment like this, where it just felt... correct. 

  Once behind her modesty curtain, she’s out of her armored robes with a practiced eagerness that almost sees the very dirty mirror she’s in front of cracked as she tosses the armor aside. The dress, thankfully, fits her well enough. A floral-patterned thing, maybe a cocktail cut, frills at the edges, the sleeves, near the collar and impossibly soft lace all the way through. She doesn’t look at her reflection once it’s on. Completely turned around to avoid the mirror, she steps out from behind the curtain, puts a hand on her hip (Yes, the hand with the gauntlet on) and strikes a pose equidistant between flattering and far too played up for her partner in crime.

    “Okay, shoot me straight. Don’t pull any punches... how do I look?”

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cheatdeaths:

It takes no further prompting to get Six to sidle up next to Veronica as she tucks into her breakfast. An extra somersault sticks the landing in her chest at seeing Veronica enjoying the food she’s made. The way her head spins comes from the joy of affection reciprocated. Six is piecing together that maybe all of the no sleep has Veronica a little out of sorts.

That’s alright, though. She can have all the time she wants to catch up, so long as she doesn’t mind the doleful eyes of the Courier watching her scarf down her first meal in an indiscernible amount of time. The small, almost permanent smile Six wears grows for a moment, a small laugh as Veronica poses her question.

She couldn’t have forgotten about the most incredible gun ever smithed, could she? Especially when it was done by her hands. Already Six is elated to think about the bright gleam in Veronica’s eye when she gets to see it all over again and remember.

“Reckon I did,” her voice is a soft lilt, a small laugh carried on the tail end of it, “Though it’s been a bit longer’n ‘at. You been out for a spell, Ronnie. How long were you up for?”

Though there’s nothing to be done about it now, Six can’t entirely hide the concern in her voice. It shifts though, back to unbridled affection, as she catches the scribe up to speed, “I got the ginchiest gift from the pretties girl I ever met. It’s just the bee’s knees,” even if she’s not all too sure what a bee is, “Nicest gun I’ve ever seen in my whole life. It’s made me feel so very special.”

“D’you remember?”

    “How long was-?” Oh, yeah, that makes sense, actually! The immediate back-end of her memory is still redacted, seeking the proper channels for an unredacted recount is a long process (sped up, thankfully by the introduction of FOOD to her system and not just... potato chips and an entire tin of BlamCo hastily pawed at while waiting for wheels to turn and metals to set.

  Metals? Oh, she’d been making someone! Some... one? Something. She made something. “Honestly, no idea. I feel like this is the first time I’ve ever slept before in my life. This bed is so nice, it’s almost unnerving.” High rollers were really in luxury’s lap back in the day, huh? Fork wielded like a weapon, she sought more things to skewer and introduce to her refueling system while Six went on to explain the gift. Ginchy, even? From what she’d picked up from this jailhouse rocker she knew? That was HIGH praise. Praise that could only belong to-

    “A swo- Oh, a gun? Oh! No, not at all!” Remember the weapon, she didn’t. The only weapons on her mind right now were sharp, steel-sundering and unwieldy. A gun was a great departure from that thought. Helped her convince herself the small knot in her stomach was a hunger pang and not some kind of dread she wasn’t ready to wrestle with.

    “I must’ve been on auto-pilot after a bit, I don’t really remember that at all...” Words petered out, and to fill the gap came a bit of bacon. “Working myself into a fugue just to give you something nice does sound about right, though.” She’d done it before.

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her arms are spread so wide,  so eager to envelop him,  that his inaction could be easily read as too close to cruel,  but her arms hang at her sides before it lingers much longer and all he has is a sheepish smile for her.   that only lasts until his sarcastic remark is taken literally.   the sincerity of her response is enough to shift his own tone,  allows surprise to meld with an earnestness.   “ really ?   ... that’s a shame,  then.   mister new vegas should get on that. ”   the question of when she had the time for making copies dissolves at the back of his throat. 

once the door is closed again,  he stands to face her at a comfortable distance,  arms crossed and hands tucked into the crooks.   a resolute,  structured posture  —  mind the sways in his edifice,  how he’s actually quite relaxed, ultimately fond of the company despite his defiance.   the closed stance keeps for only a second before his right hand is held before him again,  flourishing words with smaller stirrings.  “ while that’s  —  ”   notice draws his gaze.   she’s been idling for a few moments now and a roll of his wrist gestures to nothing in particular.  “ you can sit anywhere. ”   well,  preferably anywhere but the bed,  though he’ll let her assume.   he begins again,   “  —  while that’s true,  i’ve said this before:  i’m not known for great hugs.   you’d probably get a better one from ed-e,  sans arms and all. ”   another one of his usual dry jokes,  but there might be some credence in it,  what with all the doting and affection the eyebot garners from others.   possible participants follow suit,  itemized to bullet points.  “ or cuddle up to rex.  i know lily’s always up for one,  too. ” 

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“I agree! Maybe if I start a... petition? Might need to start canvassing the strip and glad-handing for it. Could get lessons from the NCR office on that.” The smile she’d been wearing there could not possibly bloom much further, but still it managed. He was being genuine about her wants and needs (at least now he was) why wouldn’t she be lifted up by such a revelation?

Then the nitty steps in line before the gritty, and she finds herself sat on the very edge of a work desk not overrun with aspects of Arcade’s work. If she took a deeper seat, there’d be a lot more ‘pageantry’ involved in getting up and getting to the hug and that might make for a roadblock. At least here, only partly at rest, she could spring into action a lot easier. Steel-Positioning Lessons were multifaceted and could be applied in all aspects of life by the enterprising student.

“It’s not about… the BEST hug. I’ve already had the best hug in the Mojave. Might’ve cracked a rib during it, actually.” Speaking of which, next time Lily wanted to try that Veronica would need to wear her armor. “It’s about the gang. The posse? Whatever it is we call ourselves, we’re a family. My life is in your hands when we step out into the sands, and yours in mine.

If you can trust me to throw myself in front of a bushel of spears for you, can’t you trust me enough just to… let your walls down. Just for a second?” Not that refusal here would keep her from putting her life on the line for him. Even if he told her to leave NOW, she’d still drop her hands and take a shot for him if she saw it coming.

Maybe… Well, maybe she was just reaching for something here that eluded even her.

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When you just want to punch something…

Assassin’s Creed Valhalla

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rachelzegler: as ryan gosling probably once said, “i’m in my barbie era lol”

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So, I brought my laptop w/ me on my trip. As one does for a litany of reasons! Anyway, a friend of mine wound up checking my computer’s specs and discovered there’s actually a lot of beef in this fucking thing! So I got New Vegas and downloaded about 132 mods for it in the last few hours or so.

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Marty Robbins has a song called ‘Tall Handsome Stranger’, and one of the first lines he says in this very mournful tale of a track is:  

 A tall handsome stranger rode into town With fire in his eyes burning red as sundown His boots were all dusty, his coat open wide Six ways of dying hung low on his side

I heard this song for the first time LAST NIGHT. And I immediately had to stop the song and stare into the nothingness for a few moments, because ‘Six Ways of Dying hung Low on his Side’ is such... an IMAGE. That’s so evocative, and clever oh my god? 

I’d expect to hear that in a Lupe Fiasco track, or something. and Marty dropped that in the first 17 seconds of a two minute song from 1963? Good lord!

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Quick Heads Up:

Not that it affects many folks here, being freshly started and all, but I'm headed out for a few weeks starting on Wednesday my time. Small vacation way back home. Will be hard to reach, for the purposes of trying not to be on my phone the whole time. I'll be back halfway in march!