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[hellsoverseer-00]

Knocks. "I received a loud, frantic, and terribly high pitched message from Rivet City. Are you alive Walter?"

He pulls open the door, confused. "Yes. I'm alive...?" 

[hellsoverseer-00]

LOUD GLARING

"...Yeah?" 

[hellsoverseer-00]

[note arrives from courier from RIVET CITY CLINIC] Mack, it's Doc Church. I'm at the Rivet City clinic seeing patients. A man brought in a mortally wounded young female this morning. Said her name was 'Susanna' and that she was a resident. I tried to positively identify her but it's difficult given the damage she sustained. There is no pip-boy on the body. I'm trying to compare records, but it's possible that this is your sister. You should come to the clinic immediately. I'm sorry.

The note trembled in his hands; time had come to a full on standstill. The words were there but he couldn't focus enough to grasp them fully, so he just stared at it reading and re-reading the words that just shook the very foundations of his being. His client huffed impatiently, ink only half done. 

"Yo, dude you gonna finish this or--"

"Get the fuck out." 

"Excuse--."

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!" He screams shoving the guy out of the door. Lost client but what the fuck did he care, he just found out he'd lost his sister. What the fuck was a half-tattooed junkie to him?

You should come to the clinic immediately. 

There were no second thoughts. He ran clear of the door, pushing anybody who got in his way. No time for people, no time for anybody just his sister. Just Susie. He thunders heavily across the tarnished ground, the wind stinging his dampened eyes, body begging for mercy as he runs, and runs and runs with no thoughts of stopping until he was there, in that clinic, with her. Jumping down a rocky slope he rolls out of it, his heart is beating in his ears, everything burning and screaming at him to stop, take a break, drink some fucking water at least! No. 

In less time than he think he'd ever managed it Rivet City appeared on the horizon usually a place headed to for fun. Not today. Like those in Megaton, when he arrived, nobody was safe -- he ignored the guards ("Fuck you.") and pushed aside anybody that got in the way of his path the clinic was so close and she needed him so much. I'm coming for you Susie, I'm coming--

"Doc?" He pants, finally arriving at the door almost no sooner than the damned note had arrived. He'd probably beaten the courier back here by hours. "Where is she?" 

Please don't let it be her, please. 

He didn't know what he would do if it was, the hollow feeling he had at just the possibility was already too much. He peered around the clinic.

Please don't let it be her. 

[hellsoverseer-00]

[ Lose Avrid after five good years of marriage or leaving her after ten bad years of marriage? ]

"Even though it's shorter, and thankfully this all just that hypothetical crap, I'd go with 5 years. Better to be happy with it and have good memories than it all being shit and worthless."

[hellsoverseer-00]

Glares at Wally from the Clinic, but seems to stop halfway through a murderous gesture, and changes it to a wave. That might be a middle finger. But it's something.

He doesn't know what to do with this, so he simply ignores it. Fear.

[circuitsnwires]

How does Zat 'feel' he compares to other androids, or has he never met any?

Zat has met a few androids canonically. Even a few robots.

They make him a bit sad. Not because they're not up-to-par for his expectations, but because he feels broken. He can't remember anything worth jack shit and he's completely aware of it. It drives him crazy, because any other robot/android could retain mass amounts of information and be able to spit it back out at a moment's notice, but he just can't.

[hellsoverseer-00]

i'm going to castrate you x o x o

"I'll make sure to give Av one more good shag before you do."