#mojavemassacre

[isolaradiale]

Hi there! I'd like to reapply as The Courier (or Courier Six) from Fallout New Vegas. You can find his application at /app and his statistics at /stats! Thank you very much for your time.

Welcome back to lovely Isola Radiale, Courier Six!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 214!

You will retain everything you were given in your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ canopus.

[landsharkbite]

Winter always bludgeons you over the head like a well-swung sack of bricks. After about four decades of experience you think you’d be a little better prepared for the turn.

The snowy weather flat out hurts to be out and about in sometimes, doubly so when the wind picks up, so you’re more than happy to spend especially blustery days like this holed up in the warm haven that is your penthouse with the windows locked and the fireplace roaring. You’d do this even if it wasn’t a shitstorm outside, but you’ve got even more of an excuse today and you’ll happily wave the poor health bill around like an ‘I can do what I want’ pass.

Besides, you’ve got a fun new bit of privilege to exercise. And what better way to cure what ails you than to bid a friend brave the bitter cold to come to you?

You’ve left the key under the doormat for Six, and he’s bound to find you unmoved from the spot where you made the call— square in front of the fire and draped in at least five large blankets, almost hidden from sight until you emerge just enough to greet him as he draws near.

“Hey there, handsome.”

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[firehrt]

          ❝   A clockmaker’s establishment in the middle of the faerie folk’s backyard ?   ❞   THAT   was, of course, the main reason she’d strode in in the first place; if it was a marketing strategy or attempt at being business-savvy, it seemed to work in that respect. Even so, humans and the little folk were never the fastest of friends... 

          ❝   Rather high-maintenance neighbors. I’m sure that does wonders for your mood.   ❞

@mojavemassacre​​​  ——— s.c.

[grandorder]

An island excursion sounds like the ideal summer escape, but only when not used as a pretext for investigation. Not that it stopped Kirsch’s curiosity from winning out in the end, though. Foss, thus far, has proven to be an extraordinary find; a fossil so well preserved it could solve an ageless number of clues back home. The only downside is the still-active volcano in the vicinity, a hazard to everyone and everything in the area.

But that’s not the point right now. The point is: “It won’t hold.” The ill-fashioned rope in Six’s hands looked as if it couldn’t hold him, and he’s something on the light side. “Regardless of what you may think, trying to catch one of these dinosaurs is going to take more then some vines and hemp.” 

He’s not against the idea of catching one, though Six has been relatively clear on his intent to ride one. That’s fine. Kirsch’s main argument is pointedly trying to find a way that didn’t result in bodily harm or death. “Unless you surprise it by jumping out of a tree.” He’s not doing a good job at it, though.

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[haemoneiron]

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Past black iron gates that swung upon at their approach was the garden within the walls, dense with life and almost primeval at this time of year. The castle was visible despite the growth, its dark gothic appearance almost at odds with its verdant surroundings. Birds sang and light filtered through the trees, occasionally at odd perspectives like it swam through the branches with no regard to the angle of the sun. 

The large entrance to the castle displayed a similar level of politeness as the gates outside, swinging slowly open as they approached. The interior itself was perhaps not quite as dour as the exterior may have suggested, but it was definitely keeping with the aesthetic. Archaic in some parts, modern in others.

Through the tall foyer down the centre of the castle they turned before the grand hall and descended one of the two spiral staircases. With the theatre behind them they passed the long lap pool, a few turns later they came to a stop besides two heavy, vault like doors. At the larger of the two she pressed her hand against a glass panel and waited for it to flash green, then a long sequence of numbers was keyed into the pad presented. 

“It probably seems a little over the top, but it’s more a concern of safety than a worry of theft.”

With that the workshop was revealed. Similar to what sat at the back of the Moondial only grander in scale. Weaponry, clockwork, spare parts tools and a forge sleeping in the back.

“You can make use of it should you need to, it’s not often I require privacy in here. Everything should be safe to touch, or at least as safe as you’d expect it to be. Except that;” She pointed to the sabre/katana hybrid, sheathed and resting in a glass case. “That one’s not friendly.”

“Any blood down here would be mine, so you know what that’s about.”

[nanamigatari]

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“Excuse me... Did you drop this?“ she called out, holding up a screwdriver for the man to see. She didn’t know what the name of the item was, but Nanami had seen it rolling along the ground after he had gone by. 

[vermilinyan]

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By some minor blessing, it seemed tomestones almost worked the same way here. Almost. The stall keeper had given her a strange look to see it addressed as thus but that was the last thing on her mind as she spread herself out on a bench with a wrapper full of warm fish skewers. They were almost like miq'abobs from home, lightly spiced and flaky on her tongue. It was enough to forget, for the moment, how unfavourable the circumstances she found herself in were. But that was usually the way she found her luck running, wasn't it?

A brief sigh– barely containing a second as her sensitive ears detected the sound of footsteps treading ever closer to her perch. Faris could tell they were attempting to be quiet about it, though they distinctly lacked the real tread of a rogue. Eyes rolling heavenward, she inclined her head back and waved one skewer lightly over her shoulder.

“Listen, I'm not much in the mood for an argument,” or a fight for that matter, “so if it's lunch you're after, just take a seat. Alright?”

[wishpsynergy]

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Games. It’d be difficult to say she was the best at them - hardly, actually - but still a part of her wants to try. Despite how alien everything felt to her, from the technology to the people around her, there’s a strange sense of newfound carefreeness that Mia tastes for the first time in a long, long time. Unused to such a small pleasure in life, she struggles to fully embrace it yet wants it worse than she’d really admit.

( it almost makes Mia feel selfish, for enjoying herself for a little, even though the festival was on town. )

The djinn on her shoulder looks attentively as she looks through the game stalls, poking her head around each corner. It’s almost overwhelming, really, in just how much there is to do. “Ah, look at this!” she points out at a stand, of a game she couldn’t quite recognize.

“Excuse me,” she taps the shoulder of the one in front of her. “What is this game about?”