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[simpleenthusiast]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Steam Powered Giraffe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Spine & Rabbit (Steam Powered Giraffe), Sibling only, Referenced The Spine/Unknown Female Character Characters: The Spine, Rabbit (Steam Powered Giraffe), Zero (Steam Powered Giraffe), Michael Reed (Steam Powered Giraffe) Additional Tags: post breakup, Angry!Spine, Rabbit is a good sister, Listened to Hot on the Trail and wrote this., Don't copy to another site Summary:

Something had to warrant him flipping the chair...

[simpleenthusiast]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fallout 1, Fallout (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Male Vault Dweller/Pat Characters: Male Vault Dweller (Fallout 1), Pat (Fallout), Vault Dweller Albert Cole Additional Tags: Implied Sexual Content, PTSD, Post Game, Hurt/Comfort, POV First Person, Don't copy to another site Series: Part 6 of Chronicles of the Wasteland: Snapshots Summary:

He is rough. Not in the way most would think. He doesn't hurt me, he doesn't yell or get in my face. But he's been touched by the Wasteland, changed by it. ~~~ She is soft. Nearly untouched by the Wastes, and stubbornly refusing to allow it to mar her outlook on the world.

[cotw-aubreywilson]

[Pip-Boy Journal Speech-to-Text Protocol Active, beginning transcription:]

 I didn’t find him! I wasn’t fast enough! I couldn’t–Kellogg, he– he gave Shaun to– [Unintelligible, please correct manually] to the FUCKING INSTITUTE– [Unintelligible, please correct manually]

He’s dead… I killed him… oh my God, I killed him!  He kept– fucking… taunting me!  About… Shaun…. About Nate!  Oh my God, what have I done?! What have I– [Unintelligible, please correct manually.]

“Ms. West, you need to sit down now.  Come on, we’ll be safe here.”

Sit down? No, I… I don’t– I have to find–

“Come on, this place is clear.  I had a look.  Come on, have a seat here; catch your breath… there you go.”

I was so close. So, so close!  I missed him by THAT MUCH! [Unintelligible, please correct manually.] I’ll never find him, oh god… He’s only a baby– [Unintelligible, please correct manually]

“Hey now, take some deep breaths.  I know you’re hurting, anyone would be.  But you have to bring your voice down.  Take some deep breaths, alright?  Just start with one.”

…

…

…

“There.  That’s better.  Now, listen to me:  we’re going to rest here, then when morning comes, we’ll take this tech back to Diamond City.  We’ll talk to Piper and we’ll figure out where to go from there.  This isn’t over, Ms. West.  Not on my watch.”

[Sniff] But–

“There is more than one way to skin a cat.  We *will* find your boy.  You have my word on that.  Now, just lay back, alright?  I’ll keep watch.  You talk to your Pip-boy, get your thoughts out that way.”

...

I don’t… I can’t anymore… Not right now

“Then just try and rest for a few minutes. You’ve had a hell of a shock, and a long day before that to boot.  Just rest. Have some water.  I’ll keep an eye out for anything dangerous.”

…

Okay… thank you. Oh, hey Dog–

[End log]

[simpleenthusiast]

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2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?I have published stories for Fallout 4 and Steam Powered Giraffe, but I write privately for the various Star Trek Series, Star Trek Online, and Elder Scrolls: Skyrim.   I used to write for Homestuck too, but some bad experiences with commenters put me off from writing any further.5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?Oh jeez.  Well, I’m gonna limit myself to my completed multi-chapter works, of which all of them are currently posted on Archive of Our Own.  They’re also all written for the Steam Powered Giraffe Fandom, and co-written with fellow AO3 user ClockworkCreation (she doesn’t have a tumblr).  I think my favorite would definitely be Restitution, as I’d had a chance to work with Clockwork for a while and we’d finally worked out a system that made writing easy for us to collaborate on and we’d fallen in love with the characters we were portraying.10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?

I think this was supposed to be in reference to a specific fic, and one wasn’t specified here, so I’ll pick one of my completed fics to ramble about, Happier Times.   I specifically chose to end this fic with a near-repeat of the first line to indicate how my Sole Survivor’s mind is running in circles at this point in her adventure.   But I was originally planning on having a longer scene where she picks apart her thoughts and feelings, but decided to save that for her actual story, which is still being written.24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?

I’ve got no issue with it, in fact I write smut quite often.  I’m always hesitant to publish though, especially with the toxicity of this site.49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

I can’t remember much, though I’m preeetty sure it was some sort of Kirk/Spock fic.Thanks for the ask!Questions from  here

[cotw-aubreywilson]

[Pip-Boy Journal Speech-to-Text Protocol Active, beginning transcription:] 

Personal Log: November 5th, 2287

Valentine certainly seems to be a competent detective.  Within 24 hours of my rescuing him, we had a lead.  It’s a longshot, no doubt, but a lead nonetheless.  Someone named ‘Kellogg.’  Apparently he lived in Diamond City for a spell, then vanished about a week ago, without a trace.  Valentine suggested using Dogmeat as a bloodhound, and despite my initial skepticism, he seems to be tracking… something.

I don’t know if it’s actually the man’s scent, or the scent of his beer and cigars that he keeps leaving behind, but whatever it is, it seems to be working. … But now it’s raining, again.  I’ve watched enough Mythbusters to know that water doesn’t ‘wash away’ a scent like in the movies, but… that test was done in optimal conditions:  sunny day, with the one guy only sloshing his ankles through a tiny little river, not being attacked by angry wildlife every five minutes… … All of this is a massive longshot, but it’s all I have to go on.  Even if this Kellogg person isn’t the man Valentine thinks he is, then maybe we’ll still be able to get some answers out of him. It’s been a while since I’ve done any information gathering, court-room style, but it should be like riding a bike.

I know this is all wishful thinking.   But a wish is better than despair. … The nights are getting colder with each passing day.  Valentine loaned me his spare coat, and old faded trench coat, that used to be dark green in its past life.  He still hasn’t asked me to pay him, but I can’t help but hear a little ‘ka-ching’ in my head with every little favor he offers me.  

“Ms. West?  That molerat meat is about finished over here, unless you wanna be chewing on leather for a few hours.”

Huh?  Oh, right.   [Unintelligible, please correct manually].  I’m not bothering you, am I?  Over here talking to myself?”

“Not in the least.  It’s a healthier way of working through your thoughts than most people have.  Take your time, I’ll walk the perimeter.  [Whistle] Here, boy.”

Thanks…. Oh, damn. Looks like it recorded all of that. Need to erase it later, when I get to a terminal again.

Anyway, we’ve taken up residence in what used to be a restaurant outside of…Fairline Hills, I think was the name of the place.  Moved some tables and chairs around to keep out the rain and wind. … This meat tastes awful.  Carbon-scored, as my father would’ve called it.  But it’s preferable to going hungry, or getting sick from it being undercooked.  Navy survival cooking: char it to a crisp, then pray.  Never thought I’d have to use it. … Once we confront this Kellogg person and I have my son back, I’m going back to the Brotherhood, I’ve decided.  They seem to be the only stable employer around here. And Shaun’s health and safety have to come first. No matter how much I don’t want to be in the military again.

[End log]

[cotw-aubreywilson]

[Pip-boy Journal Terminal Interface Active: Hello Aubrey!]

Personal Log: 03 November 2287

It’s late.  Very late.   Piper was kind enough to loan me her terminal so I could type this out instead of using the Speech-to-Text function.

I’ve found the detective, Valentine.   He’s one of those androids.  When his secretary gave me his description, that was something she neglected to mention. And it would’ve been extraordinarily helpful to have that info before I went traipsing through a mobster wannabe–infested subway station turned Vault.

Yeah, very long story. I was able to get in with very little trouble.  The gang in question had a kid in charge of guarding the main entrance.  He couldn’t have been more than 15 or 16. Poor kid. He led me and Piper through the station to the Vault 114 entrance, then said he could go no further.  I told him to leave the place, to find something better to do with himself.  He wasn’t around when I left, and I didn’t see his corpse… I hope he’ll head towards one of the farms or to the city.

Anyway, like I said: I rescued Valentine.  He insisted I rest for the night, since I hurt my arm in the firefight while we were trying to get OUT of the damn place.   Piper gave me a Stimpak then and there, but I’m still very sore, and I probably won’t be in any condition to fight for a day or two.

Pain’s keeping me awake though, and I’m loathe to wake the town doctor at this time of night. He probably has enough on his plate as it is.  So here I am, plunking away at a cobbled together computer terminal, trying not to wake Piper or her younger sister.

I’ve found the detective who can help me find my son… I just hope I can afford his rates. Something tells me that gratitude alone won’t pay the man’s bills.  If I can’t pay, I don’t know what I’ll do.  At this point, he’s my only hope to find Shaun.

I suppose I’ll have to wait and see what morning brings.

In the meantime, I should probably rest.

A West, signing off.

[End log]

[cotw-aubreywilson]

[Pip-Boy Journal Speech-to-Text Protocol Active, beginning transcription:] 

November 1st log, supplemental.

The more I think about it, the more this Brotherhood of Steel seems to be a good option. Judging from what I’ve seen, there aren’t many paths a person can take.  You either win the birth lottery and manage to open up a shop in a trade hub, or you become a farmer.  If you’re not one of those, you’re one of these ‘Raiders,’ taking what you want or need at gunpoint. None of these are professions I’d do well in.  I’m not a salesperson, nor do I know the first thing about farming, aside from the extraordinarily dumbed-down version of ‘put seed in ground, add water, then suddenly food.” … Forgot to mention earlier: Preston set out for Oberland Station. Don’t know how he was planning on avoiding the rain, but his business is his own, I suppose. He seemed genuine in his well-wishes to me about finding Shaun.  I’m just miffed that it is still raining.  Meaning that it’s taking me that much longer to find this detective, so I can find Shaun. … God I wish Nate were here… He’d know what to say… what to do.

[End log]

[cotw-aubreywilson]

[Pip-Boy Journal Speech-to-Text Protocol Active, beginning transcription:] 

Personal Log, November 1st, 2287

I finally made it to Diamond City.  It’s… not what I expected.  Compared to what I’ve seen in other places in the area, it’s definitely a city, but… it barely qualifies by Pre-War standards.

The place is littered with trash, and I don’t even want to think about what they’re doing with their sewage.  The ‘clean water’ market at the back of the town is run by a child.   Something tells me that I should boil whatever water I get from it for at least an hour prior to drinking it, no matter how ‘clean’ it might be.

Hell, the rain water is probably cleaner.

In any event, the people here are scared out of their minds.  I spent almost all of yesterday begging anyone who might listen for help with finding Shaun, or even just to point me in the right direction, but… only the local reporter, Piper, and the gunsmith, Arturo, were willing to help. And even then, Arturo was reluctant. I think he only helped me because he has a child of his own.  Sweet girl, really.  Bit shy, but that’s probably a good thing in this world.

And Piper insisted on an interview before she’d offer any substantial help.  I know bartering and the exchange of services is going to be a prerequisite for practically everything, but an interview? Really?

…

She’s offered to help me out, even walked me over to the detective’s office herself.  But the detective has gone missing, for Christ’s sake.   Just my fucking luck.

The woman we spoke to, seemingly the man’s secretary, told us his last known location was Park Street Station.  

Unfortunately, it immeidiately started pouring last night, and it hasn’t let up since.  Piper’s using the time to write her artile about me, asking me questions every so often from her upstairs loft.  She was kind enough to let me sleep on her couch, citing her reason being ‘saving me from Vadim’s Open Mic Night.’

On the bright side, I was able to trade some of the bits and pieces I’d gathered for some proper clothing and finally get out of the damned Vault suit.  Hopefully now I won’t be such a walking target out there.

…

I’d say it felt nice to be in clean clothes, but I don’t think these people know much about laundry. Hell, I’d have to learn.  Washing machines and dryers don’t really work anymore. “Hey Blue, wanna look over this before I throw it into the press?”

Oh, uh… sure.  Let me just– [End log]