#mentat-mayor

[solesurvivorpaigeargot]

[Starter for @mentat-mayor]

“Hancock?”

His name was half-mumbled, stumbling through a portion of the statehouse she wasn’t familiar with and wondering where half of her effects were. That, however, was far from the most prominent thought on her mind-- no, he was on her mind, front and center. 

She’d woken up in memory. The collapsing building. The horrible, wrenching sound of metal beams giving way and brickwork collasping as gravity took its inevitable toll. Holding onto him as they both made that last desperate lunge for safety.

She couldn’t describe why, but she needed to see him. Confirm her memory was correct, that they both made it out of there-- that she hadn’t invented some delusion and stumbled in her by herself. 

“Hancock?” 

She called for him again, a bit louder, finding her way back to his office.

[fraeuleintaxidermia]

One quick rowdy ghoul boy

#different_smoke art by Fraeulein Taxidermia

[dracorianaxiom]

(oh look the tiny hatchling appears to have had a note tied around his neck that has fallen on the floor ) Lets see what it reads _________________________________________

Congratulations @mentat-mayor​ !

by clicking YES you have acquired. . .  

A CONFUSED HATCHLING Meet Arnnie! Arnnie is a small hatchling who’s big personality is guaranteed to brighten your day with every little squeak chirp or meep he makes. Fully independent, he requires no extra feeding’s besides treats! He loves to snuggle sit on shoulders hunt mice and generally hang around people who don’t wanna eat him.

just don’t be surprised if something does tries to eat HIM, that’s what you get for being the size of a baseball

Please note that if you do decide that his companionship is not your acquired taste simply dump him on the nearest road and he’ll probably find his way home...hopefully i dunno anymore with him....

Enjoy your new companion and have a nice day :D signed H.P.D

_____________________________________________

“WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON. . .First i’m shoved into a box out of random, and then dumped in the middle of nowhere, now i’m stuck here! Whats going on!! what’s the big. . 

I. . . dea. . . . . . . . . . 

“WHO THE HECK ARE YOU!!! WHERE THE HECK AM I!! ”

. . . .and why the heck are you holding me”

[happy-gay-robot]

@mentat-mayor

KA-31 had never really gone into Goodneighbor. With the whole Institute scare and general needing to keep low he assumed he would be a little to conspicuous. Of course he’d seen it from the outside, all lit up with neon lights. After the Institute fell he released he should probably find some place new to live, the railroad becoming cramped with newly freed synths. That brought him to the most accepting while not completely violent place he could think of. Goodneighbor. He honestly didn’t know what to expect when walking through the small red entrance door but a ghoul in revolutionary period clothes was not it.

[solesurvivorpaigeargot]

[Continued from ask]

@mentat-mayor

John slumps into himself, hands finding his face as he takes a rattling breath, almost gasping as he started to shake slightly. It was so different, seeing him like this, muscles tight with fear and emotional distress, jaw clenched like he was expecting a blow that never came.

"Sorry," he rasped after a long minute, lowering his hands to reveal bloodshot dark eyes, haunted and agitated. "Not usually prone to nights like that."

Now that was new-- visible blood vessels in his dark eyes. In the dim, she might have been able to tell the difference between sclara, iris, and pupil, and catch the constriction that came with tension. The way he slumped-- God it was like something was crushing him.

“It happens.” She accepted the event without reproach. Before she realized it, she’d reached out for him, a gentle hand landing on his shoulder. He’d looked after her not long ago; held her up when she might have collapsed. Reaching out to him self more like just the right thing to do, though-- not just one good turn deserves another, but rather something she couldn’t help but do. Incapable of standing by and doing nothing when he was in distress. “You’re not there anymore... you’re here. Take it slow, it’s okay.” 

[solesurvivorpaigeargot]

[Closed starter for @mentat-mayor]

Entering the old statehouse was a surreal act for Paige; it was a building she’d actually toured, back before the world went to hell... she could even remember what had originally been in a number of the now-empty display cases instead of the occasional stray cartage of jet. Of course; the statehouse she remembered didn’t have a pair of guardsmen with guns at the door, dressed up in suits like gangsters from the 1920′s, and the security staff the place had kept... well, they had noses. 

Not that she was going to look cross-eyed at anyone here-- not after the fucking mess she’d just gotten herself into and managed to talk herself out of. Even after managing to talk Bobbi into walking away without a fight, she fully expected Fahrenheit to tell her to never show her face in Goodneighbor again if she wanted to keep it in on piece-- instead? She’d been told to go see the Mayor. ‘Pay your respects, in person.’

Honestly, she still hadn’t ruled out the possibility that the ghoul who’d stabbed someone the day she’d rolled into town wanted to shoot her himself. But she was here, climbing the stairs after being motioned on by the doormen, and arriving on the second floor to meet the man himself... this time? Without the rest of the town in the background. 

“Mayor Hancock? Your bodyguard said you wanted me to come by.” 

[solesurvivorpaigeargot]

[closed starter for @mentat-mayor]

Maybe two hours ago, they’d encountered a raider group extracting tolls on one of the roads; in the process of threatening some poor fuck who didn’t have any caps to pay, demanding he give up something unless he wanted a bullet in his head. It wasn’t uncommon; Paige had seen that sort of thing before. Handled that sort of thing before. Popped the guy making the threats at a distance-- scared two younger recruits off, practically pissing in their leathers after watching their angry leader’s head explode. Retaliation came from two more, but it was over in a hurry with Hancock rushing ahead to introduce the braver asshats to his shotgun.

It all happened so fast, Paige hadn’t even realized she’d taken a hit at first. Couldn’t have been that bad, she’d told herself. Did what she could for it before she rejoined her companion, reassured the travelers, and found they were heading to one of the settlements; Greentop.

They were still spooked. Of course she offered an escort. Of course she did. Stood tall and kept her poker face on the whole damn way, too.

She was fine. Hurt like hell, but she was fine.

It wasn’t until arrival that she managed to find some time to slink away, tuck herself behind the bunkhouse, pull away the metal and leather that protected her person, and realize just how much she’d bled into the compacted fabric she’d shoved up into the area as a stop-gap measure. 

Shit.

[solesurvivorpaigeargot]

[Closed starter for @mentat-mayor]

2:00 AM

Hardly an appropriate time to be awake, and yet she was. Out of sleep and, after some attempts at resettling, out of bed and upright-- accepting it as one of those nights. 

She’d done her best to slip away gently. Just because she was having a rough night, there was no need to wake him. She was near certain she’d gotten away without disturbing him. From there, there was a wondering of what she might do at this hour... and stepped out on the balcony of the old statehouse. 

Maybe a little air would clear her head. 

Or I’ll just watch other night owls wander around until the sun comes up.