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‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Not a lot of people knew that there was a small, single-room jail cell in the basement of the Old Statehouse. Whether it was installed there before or after the war was anyone’s guess, but Hancock had decided to turn the cell room into an area for people who had overdosed and needed a safer place to recover, or where he stuck folks who were clearly too inebriated to function and needed to sober up. Either way, it wasn’t a ‘jail’ in the sense that the detainee was a criminal, more or less just a place to babysit any wastrels that Hancock happened by and took pity on.
Today that wastrel was the stranger that came into the fair settlement in a suit of power armor before locking it up at KLE0′s place and somewhere down the line of her stay got baked on Fred Allan’s homemade Day Tripper, which was a much more potent hallucinogenic than the regular pre-war variant.
Waking up with an audible groan, stretched out over the bathtub, the unmasked woman strained to sit up, room spinning, as she attempted to collect herself and observe her surroundings.