#johousa

[4sa]

"New Vegaser?? But I hardly know her!" quipped Johanna Barnes just moments after this photo was snapped of her and husband Robert House.

I edited the June 5, 1954 cover of the New Yorker to look like my courier OC Johanna and Mr. House, catch them both in my fanfiction Time Borrowed, Stolen, or Otherwise Misplaced!

Original cover is under the cut.

[4sa]

Edited a 1950s piece called Seduction by Jim Schaeffing to look like my courier OC Johanna and Mr. House, catch them both in my fanfiction Time Borrowed, Stolen, or Otherwise Misplaced!

[4sa]

It's my courier oc Johanna Barnes' birthday (Happy April Fools' Day!) so I edited some pictures of her with Mr. House using Grace Kelly and Howard Hughes as faceclaims.

[4sa]

I edited the cover of the October, 1956 book Girlie Gags to look like my courier OC Johanna and Mr. House, catch them both in my fanfiction Time Borrowed, Stolen, or Otherwise Misplaced!

[4sa]

[4sa]

Basically all of Time Borrowed

[4sa]

This week on The Periodical Periodical Hour, we proudly present a tale of love and intrigue!

Despite living in a city full of flashing neon and enormous personalities, Robert Edwin House captures attention like no other. It’s as if he has his own gravitational pull; when he wants something, the world bends to make it so. It’s this willpower, combined with his impressive intellect and considerable wealth, that makes his survival of the apocalypse an absolute certainty.

Following House into this next age are Jane Alderidge and Victor Laughlin, his dutiful employees and longtime friends, with optimistic plans to resume their normal lives when Vegas is finally reborn, but what these three don't realize is that their saving grace, the Platinum Chip, will be 536 miles away when the bombs drop a day earlier than expected, violently altering the course of House’s predictions.

In the post-war wasteland, there are tales of times that fate plays favorites. These rare individuals are called many things - chosen ones, wanderers, survivors - but what these heroes all have in common is their actions always define a generation. The Mojave already has one such person, but fate is about to deal in a new player.

Not that Johanna Barnes would consider herself one of fate's favorites at the moment. One minute, she was an up-and-coming Hollywood actress reconsidering both her career and her choice in friends, the next she was waking from forced cryogenic freezing in the distant future, trapped in a sealed bunker with only a radio to piece together what happened on that disastrous day two hundred years ago.

Fate is about to place the Platinum Chip in Johanna's hands, bringing her face to screen with the enigmatic House and dragging them into a deal where in exchange for safe delivery, House will provide guidance through the irradiated hellscape and protection once Johanna reaches New Vegas. On the road, Johanna will try to work out exactly what House is and the significance of the Platinum Chip, while House in turn unravels a sinister plot already in motion against him, with alarming ties to his new courier.

The Mojave’s previous hero is springing a trap, the question is will Johanna and House come to trust one another and band together in time to escape it? Could this trust even blossom into something more, or will the information they uncover only divide them, cementing their demises?

Find out now in: Time Borrowed, Stolen, or Otherwise Misplaced!

(Or: How would Fallout: New Vegas play out differently if there were two Courier Sixes working against each other?)

Fic Tag

[4sa]

Never before has the end of the world had such a star-studded cast! The Periodical Periodical Hour proudly presents the next gripping installment of "Time Borrowed, Stolen, or Otherwise Misplaced":

Chapter 2: Our Pretty City of Stars!

The enchanting Miss Johanna Barnes - of Am Imo Pectore fame, no less! - delights the audience with her charming wit, then spellbinds and thrills in her scenes of gripping terror! And who could forget the impeccable talents of Mr. Albert Parr - son of the celebrated jazz talent Cabell Parr III - as he masterfully shifts between his dual roles of doting companion... and sinister foe!

When the sirens sound, the bombs drop and all hell breaks loose on earth, who can be trusted? Who can be blamed? Will this underground bunker be their sanctuary... or their tomb?!

Find out now in: Time Borrowed, Stolen, or Otherwise Misplaced!

(Or: How would Fallout: New Vegas play out differently if there were two Courier Sixes working against each other?)

Reblogs are highly appreciated! Word of mouth helps immensely!

Fic Tag