Closed starter for @venatorio!
At some point in his wanderings, Six found himself in one of the parks ringing Cotes Ward—or Rasen Ward, as some of the locals called it. It was, in a word, breathtaking. Not even the mountains surrounding New Vegas, seemingly pristine as they were, could hold a candle to what he was looking at now; an eternal shower of flower petals, in a shade of pink so clean that it was unlike anything the wastelander had ever seen...
Now with some money in his pocket—metaphorically, of course, since there was this nifty program on his phone that handled that for him—the Courier found that he could just… bum around. He’d get bored of it soon enough, but… it was a nice change of pace.
“You’d think that, in a city with this many people, the parks would be noisier.” He suddenly loosk up, and starts talking at the stranger who had been minding his own business on the park bench across from his. “Sure, it’s not silent, but we’re a stone’s throw away from the rest of the city… and poof.” He wiggles the fingers on one hand. “It’s kinda weird, but nice. What do you think, fella?”
