One of my favorite female Fallout 4 characters is Daisy in Goodneighbor. I adore her and anyone who is rude to her gets a face full of lead (get off my dick Hancock, you stabbed Finn for me when I met you). I wish more could have been done with her like I need to know where she was from. Did she always live in GN? Or was she a refugee from Diamond City? Did she know Hancock as John Mcdonough? I have many questions!
I agree, I'd love to know more about her!! Here's everything she tells us.
DAISY'S DIALOGUE - MASTERPOST
Meeting Daisy
Daisy: Oh. A new face walks into my store. And you're not even screaming, yet. Very polite. You let me know if anything catches your fancy.
“Did you say something about people screaming at you?” That's right. Some newcomers have never seen a Ghoul before. Can't handle a friendly face, I say. So, you need some supplies?
“Ghoul? What's a Ghoul?” You're looking at one, sweetheart. Didn't have any shelter to go to when the bombs fell. Radiation's kind of the ultimate makeover. Done wonders for my skin. I look pretty good for being 220 years old. Now, you buying anything?
“What's it like, you know, being a Ghoul?” Well, it's a lot worse when people always ask you about it all the time, but I guess I can't blame them. On the upside, I look pretty good for being over 220 years old. Now, were you buying anything?
“Wait. You’re 220 years old?” Okay, okay, it's more like 270 years, but don't go blabbing that to everyone. Being a Ghoul means you live a long time. You stop counting birthdays. Do you know what it's like being that old?
“What’s it like?” It's like... being in a time warp sometimes. Hundreds of years between you and the 20-somethings running around here… Not that you'd know what that's like, would you?
“Can't imagine.” Well, it's not as bad as you'd think. Lot of the younger toughs leave me alone. Guess anyone who's lived as long as I have, has gotta be at least a bit dangerous. *chuckle* Now, can I get you something, sweety?
“Actually. I do.” Well, now you're just making fun of me. If you were as old as I was, you would've been around since before the War. So let's hear it. Come on. Tell me what the world was like before the War, if you're so ancient.
“What do you remember?” Oh no, that's cheating. You first.
“The world before was nothing but petty governments going to war, dragging us into it, and shooting whoever refused to clean up the mess.” You know I had a husband that was killed in the war with the Reds. They didn't even tell me where he died. Classified information and all that.
“I had a beautiful house, white picket fence, and a lawn with the greenest grass you'd ever seen. It was... peaceful.” It was... wasn't it? *sniff* Sorry, last thing you want to see is an old lady tearing up.
“It was pretty much what we have now, just with less rust.” Ha ha. Yeah, that's true, isn't it?
Well, you're either the most well-preserved Ghoul I've ever seen, or you're the second-best bullshitter in Goodneighbor.
“I’m not bullshitting.” / “It’s the truth. All of it.” You know, if you haven't already, you should check out the Hotel Rexford. There's another pre-War Ghoul hanging around there. Well, we should get back to business. What are you picking up?
“So what do you remember? About the past?” Oh sweety, I was an angry young woman back then. Thought the world was sick and wouldn't give me my due. Then it all ended, and well, I ended in a way. Becoming a Ghoul... Maybe when you get to my age everything starts to look like fate… Anyway, I liked your story better, whether or not it's true.
Boston Public Library
“Got any work?”
I do, actually. Super Mutants have taken over the old Boston Public Library. I got a lot of fond memories of that place from when I was a girl and... human… You get those lumbering brutes out of there, I'll pay you 200 caps.
Change your mind about that job I was offering? Making the Boston Public Library safe again?
You're back. How'd it go at the library? Get rid of those Super Mutants?
Finished that job, yet? Boston Public Library clear of those mutants?
“I can do that.” Thanks! Hey, while you're there, could you return this book for me? It's from the library. Don't even ask how long it's been overdue.
“What's a Super Mutant?” They're big, green, and destroy or kill anything they come across except other Super Mutants. That's why I'm putting up the money. What do you say?
“Anything more you can tell me about the library?” A lot of those prewar buildings have automated security. Robots, turrets, that kind of thing. Lot of computers too. Hope you take the job. You might not believe this, but I was a shy child. Books were like my best friends growing up.
“I don’t think that’s enough money to cover clearing out a whole building.” (Charisma) You got a good point. We'll make it 250 caps.
“It’s not just the cost of ammunition. Danger means doctor’s fees.” Yeah, yeah. All right, how about 300 caps when it's done. Deal?
“Sorry. Not enough. Guess that library’s going to be Super Mutant central from now on.” Wait! Don't... don't go... We'll make it 400 caps.
(Check failed) Look, I've been shilling deals for two centuries, and you just overplayed your hand. The job's 200 caps. Take it or leave it.
“Actually, I already took care of those Super Mutants.” You did? Now that's service for you. Here's your money. Oh, and why don't you take this old book of mine? Been holding onto it for... a while. If you ever happen to go back there.
“I managed to fight my way through the library. Oh, and I dropped off that book of yours.” Heh heh. Only 200 years past due. I know it was an odd request, but thanks for making the library a safer place. We gotta keep some old buildings sacred, you know? Here's your money.
“Haven't gotten to it yet.” Well don't drag your ass too long on this job. No telling how much damage those lumbering oafs will do.
“Let's just say those mutants have a new appreciation for the Dewey Decimal System.” Filed them under the History section, huh? Ooooh. There's some poor librarian out there that's gonna haunt me for that pun… Okay, jokes aside. You did good. Warms this creaky heart a little to know that library is a bit more peaceful.
“The library computers said I earned some kind of credit?” Oh, right! I remember that. They used to pay kids to round up the old library books, since they had so much trouble with people returning them. I guess if you found more books, you'll get more credit. Buy whatever prizes the machines still have in 'em. Speaking of which, it sounds like you finished the job. Thanks for your help. That library deserves to be left in peace.
General Dialogue
“Do you accept this charge card?” A charge card? Whoa. I haven't seen one of these since before the War… Uh... sorry, honey, but this thing hasn't been good for about 200 odd years. If you're trading, I might be able to give you a couple of caps for it, but it's barely worth the plastic it's printed on.
“What kinds of things do you sell?” Oh, a bit of everything. Can beans to chems. I try to take every weird bit of junk that caravans are willing to trade. So chances are, you'll find something to your liking here. Ready to take a look?
Browsing
Window shopping, huh?
Don't take too long thinking it over.
Looking's not as good as having, honey.
Well, don't take too long browsing.
“Let's see what you've got.”
It's a little bit of everything…
All the supplies money or violence can buy…
Cash or trade, let's get started…
Everything's guaranteed to last... until it doesn't…
Remember, no returns, exchanges, or death threats…
“Not interested.”
Fine. Turn a girl down...
Okay…
Would've bargained you under the table anyway…
You rush in, you rush out…
Back to Business
Hey, did you need to shop? Still got plenty of supplies for the weary traveler.
Anyway, the store's open if you need to trade.
Means a lot to me that you made the library a safer place. Thanks again. Now, you here to trade?
Oh, you're back. Can't get enough looks at this lovely figure of mine? No? Guess you'll just have to shop then.
Got some good deals. You won't believe what's in the "Is It Food or Not?" section.
If you're here to pawn something, don't bother telling me it's an heirloom. I'm probably older than whatever it is you're selling.
Don't be shy, now. Chances are we have whatever you're looking for.
Daisy and MacCready
Daisy: MacCready! I haven't seen you in a while. You haven't been avoiding me, have you?
MacCready: Now how could I stay away from someone as cute as you, Daisy?
Daisy: You're a lousy liar, but I'll just play stupid and pretend I don't know that. So, what did you need?
MacCready: I got it, Daisy. I found the cure to Duncan's disease.
Daisy: Oh my god! That's wonderful news. How did you do it? Last time you tried, the ferals almost chewed you to bits.
MacCready: I didn't do it alone. My friend here got me through Med-Tek. Now all I need to do is get the cure into Duncan's hands. Can you help me?
Daisy: Of course, MacCready. You've saved my behind more than once, it's the least I can do. It's okay, you can trust me. I swear I'll get the cure to Duncan.
“What did MacCready do to help you out?” Running a business in a town like Goodneighbor is a challenge. Let's just say I've had my share of unfriendly customers and MacCready's been there to help me handle the situation.
“If MacCready trusts you, that's good enough for me.” I appreciate that. He's actually not so bad, once you get to know him.
“If this gets lost, you'll have to live with the guilt.” Don't worry, it's not going to get lost.
“I don't have a problem with that.” Then it's settled.
Daisy: I'll get the sample on the first caravan leaving the Commonwealth. The driver owes me a few favors and he's reliable. It will arrive at your homestead in no time, MacCready.
MacCready: Thanks, you're a doll.
Daisy: Hey, do me a favor. Take care of MacCready for me. He's one of the good ones.
Daisy and NPCs
Generic Conversation 1
NPC: You're looking good today, Daisy.
Daisy: Flatterer. I bet you say that to all the two-hundred year old Ghouls.
NPC: Ah, come on, Daisy. You don't look a day over a hundred ten.
Generic Conversation 2
Daisy: Got a fresh shipment in. You should have a look at what the caravans are trading for these days.
NPC: Yikes, Daisy. How'd you talk them into giving up all this stuff? It's like half their haul over here.
Daisy: Lured them in with my stunning feminine wiles. A few choice curse words and some evil looks did the rest.
NPC: You're scary when you want to be, sister.
Generic Conversation 3
NPC: Hey, Daisy, what can I get for this?
Daisy: Not much, I'm afraid. Why are you selling it?
NPC: I, uh, I just need some cash.
Daisy: Cash, huh? Going to the Memory Den, is that it? You know I warned you about that place.
NPC: Just give me the cash, Daisy. You ain't my ma.
Daisy: Good thing. If you were my kid, you'd be breaking my heart right now.
Generic Conversation 4
NPC: You ever think about retiring, Daisy? Hey, if anyone's earned it, you have.
Daisy: You saying I can't manage? I was shilling deals with Raiders when you were still an eager thought in your daddy's brain. I can take care of myself.
NPC: Nah, I wasn't saying that. Just maybe you should take a break, is all.
Daisy: Old single women don't get breaks. You either make it on your own, or you end up in the gutter.
During Hancock’s Speech
Hancock: Hey Daisy, glad you could make it. How's my favorite girl doing? Didn't I see you on a date with Marowski the other day?
