Robert had found this frequency a few weeks ago. The timing couldn't be worse. Tensions were rising and it was the END. Chaos was ensuing in his world. And yet that fucking frequency? What was it? What was it?? He should be getting into his Pod, the final piece to Vegas's defense system was basically a human sacrifice. Someone had to be in the pod to keep the weapons system activated.
Instead though the speakers of the Lucky 38 penthouse, is this static white noise, and a faint sound that is unlike the rest. And that was what Robert was trying to tune too, like his life depended on it. What the fuck was it? Why Was it here??
Victor was rolling around prepping everything that Robert needed to get into the pod.
"Mr. House, you have only three minuets-"
House mumbles as his hands continue to turn dials to try and tune to the frequency. Closing his eyes he takes in a slow breath and attempts to focus. Only for his focus to be ruined by the sound of alarms going off. People have breached the Lucky 38 and are now storming it. But Robert doesn't turn his head to the monitors.
Bobby comes from a room, drunken, disheveled, tears in his eyes. This was the end.
"Look at them all...Their gonna slau-slaughter us"
"I'm busy Bobby, i don't HAVE TIME FOR YOUR DRAMATICS" Robert raged "I need to focus." Robert seethes as he hears the frequency get louder.
Bobby stumbles toward the window and looks outside, the bombs, the bombs have started to drop. Bobby feels that itch, that fear of being torn apart or blown away. A gun cocks, and Bobby looks surprised he is the one even holding it. Robert turns his head to see the other aiming the gun at him. Robert takes in a slow frustrated breath.
The gun fires and Robert's hand slips on the dial as he is shot. The frequency is found, and Robert's pupils dilate. Bobby's eye's dilate. Their entire iris' turn into black holes. It felt unreal. The sirens blare, the white noise, the sound of the frequency tuning in their ears until it sounded like screams. It was ethereal, suffocating, terrifying, magnificent.
One moment, Bobby, and Robert were in the Lucky 38, the bombs sirens iminent, the public bursting the doors down. The next, they were both gone. All that was left was the blood splatter on the console and the sound of loud white noise. But no frequency to follow. New Vegas was a goner.
But Robert, when he finally opens his eyes, finds himself and Bobby now in some building. Bobby still holding a smoking gun, Robert still dealing with taking a bullet to his upper chest. Both now confused by their surroundings. Bobby's hand shakes as he slowly backs up and just makes a run for it. Passing a woman on the way he shoves her away from him before running faster away from the scene. Anywhere, anywhere but here.
Robert, meanwhile was now sitting on someones desk, bleeding on someone's paperwork. He looks confused even as he is in pain, he see's a radio on the desk, and he hears that...melody..It was like the frequency...How on earth..Did he get here? How did he? His stomach drops as he knows Vegas is gone. If he and Bobby are here...Wherever here was, Vegas was gone.
But this place was confusing, Robert winces as he turns to look around before he finally see's someone, who's desk he's probably on. He looks pale but he gulps and gives a weak nod. Acknowledging he sees her. And..What is she wearing? This was not the fashion of his place.His head is starting to get light and he feels he may feint.
"Where...Am I??" Robert asks the woman finally, his hand still holding to his bleeding wound, which was ruining his white shirt and white pants with it's bright red stain. Though the blood did match his tie nicely.
