Sole Survivor: I'm kind of crushing on someone, but I'm worried about telling you who it is, because you're not going to like it.
Hancock: Just rip the band aid off!
Sole Survivor: So it’s Danse…
Hancock: And put the band aid back on!
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Sole Survivor: I'm kind of crushing on someone, but I'm worried about telling you who it is, because you're not going to like it.
Hancock: Just rip the band aid off!
Sole Survivor: So it’s Danse…
Hancock: And put the band aid back on!
Valentine: I have a plan.
Deacon: I have concepts of a plan.
MacCready: I have a gun.
Hancock: Good enough. Let’s go.
Nick: What’s up with you?
Danse : What do you mean?
Nick: You’ve been nice and helpful and considerate all day. What’s your game?
Deacon: Don't worry. I'll keep Hancock away from you tonight.
Danse: [motions that Hancock is approaching them]
Deacon: Go, go, go!
Danse: [leaves quickly]
Hancock: Hey, Deacon, have you seen Danse?
Deacon: Danse died 8 years ago.
Preston: Hey, what have you two been up to?
Deacon: We were helping (Name) write their vows, but they kicked us out because Hancock kept making inappropriate suggestions.
Hancock, indignant: How is “Danse, I love your sweet ass” inappropriate?
Companion rambles: could they operate a vehicle + other random assortment of headcannons
Curie:
Knows every single part of a car. Knows every driving safety rule. Do not let her near a vehicle. Her driving style is mad-max levels of fear. She will giggle and comment about how much fun she’s having, and how she wishes she did this sooner. Danger level: 9/10. You won’t die but you’ll never look at a corvega the same.
Cait:
In trying to hotwire it, will either blow it up or will turn it on for just enough time that the alarm goes off. If she did find a functioning one, it would probably end up in a ditch. Danger level: 7/10
Deacon:
He can drive, but in the same way that a elderly person would: you don’t know if he should be behind the wheel, but goddamn it if he’s not going to Tokyo drift into the last parking spot in front of the super-duper mart. Danger level: 5/10
Danse:
Why concern himself with pre-war ruins that aren’t even technologically interesting? He *technically* can fly vertibirds, but also…heights get to him sometimes. If he did have a car, he would dive super safe and basically act like a midwestern dad. Do NOT try and merge without signaling in front of him. Danger level: 2/10
Mac:
Really good at taking cars apart. Only knows about driving from comics. TBH I think he would be the type to only learn how to ride a bike at 10+ years old. He can’t even start the car. Danger level: 0/10
Hancock:
Would try to drive but would get either lost or just confused after about a half hour. Would probably try to add a bunch of stuff on top, like a missile launcher or a turret. It would be so decked out that it wouldn’t even be functional anymore. Would take joy in doing demolition derbies with Mac. Danger level: 3/10
Piper:
She knows how a car works, but like, only from reading 4 pages of a really old manual when she was board. She claims to defunct know how they work, but has no idea what to do when she lifts the hood. Either causes an explosion or ends up breaking at least one part. Never gets it moving. 6/10
Gage:
He can probably figure it out after about a day or two of trying to compare it to a coaster. When he does start it, I think he would actually hate driving. He’s the sole one in control, with his foot on the gas the whole time, and there is no way in hell he is ready for that. Would probably make up some excuse about how raiders don’t need to use cars to make their points. 2/10
Preston:
The safest driver in the world at first, but then he starts going after bigger things. Trucks would help with transporting supplies to settlements, he argues. If we had a garrison of tanks, imagine how many people we could protect, etc. He’s not wrong, and not bad at driving, but he really needs to stop adopting every bubble-top he comes across. 3/10
Nick:
Can drive. Will drive. Then will have to confront the reality of his muscle memory being from a person he never really was. He’ll still take a spin now and then, especially if going long distances, but he prefers to walk. It’s more….him. 1/10
Longfellow:
Cars, no. Boats? Hell yeah. He’s taught just about every sailor far harbor has. But try to get him to drive on land and he will straight out refuse. It’s not who he is. 0/10
Strong:
No. Car for throwing. Inside small, only for weak human. No need metal shell to go fast. 0/10
Dogmeat:
Sticks his head out the window. Can honk the horn. 0/10
Codsworth:
Listen, somewhere in his programming is knowing how to drive a car. Also how to assemble one from 4 cans and a high powered magnet. Can drive it either completely normal and safe or in a way that would make vin diesel scared. 7/10
X6:
Danger level: 10/10. He would succeed in the way Hancock could not. He turns it into a weapon. Stuff of nightmares. Avoid at all costs.
I still can’t believe how these two are related.
I mean one is an old, wrinkly inhumane monster, and the other is a ghoul
Deacon: Hancock's been acting really strange with Sole. He seems... kinda into them.
Curie: What do you mean, "into them?"
Deacon: I mean into them.
Curie: Your statement is confusing. Has Hancock entered Sole in some fashion?
Deacon: Not yet.