Home on the Wastes (A Fallout RolePlay) (closed, ended)
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As Isaac calmly strolled right through the gate to the Strip, he felt great relief and happiness. He finally has came to the place, where he could possibly find something to do. After all, the life in the wastes can get quite saddening and depressing, especially if you live alone.
Only thing in his mind was adventure. He has sat long enough with his hands in his lap and now he wants spruce hi life a bit up.
"Good day, how's it been doing pal? Can you give me some advice where to look for some... trouble? Any damsel in distress or a radroach infestation to sweep?" He asked a nearby Securitron and winked.
Only thing in his mind was adventure. He has sat long enough with his hands in his lap and now he wants spruce hi life a bit up.
"Good day, how's it been doing pal? Can you give me some advice where to look for some... trouble? Any damsel in distress or a radroach infestation to sweep?" He asked a nearby Securitron and winked.
Hope my timing is right.
Marcus decided to take House's advice and enjoy the city. He changed out of his blood soaked armor and into a Pre-War suit. He stepped out onto the steps of the 38 and breathed in deeply. Marcus just marveled at the truly magnificent accomplishment known as New Vegas. He walked confidently up the street to the Tops casino. The Omertas would have no-doubt welcomed him but he always felt like he was being watched in Gomorrah. He pushed open the door to the Tops and let them frisk him. He didn't need weapons anyway, not as long as he had his fists. He spent some time on the tables and lost some money and gains some back, before taking a few drinks to go and went down to Freeside. He knew there was always some entertainment to be had there. He walked through the gates and was greeted by the securitrons before walking down an alley. He passed by a few junkies and drunks before he saw two terrified people running around the corner. They were swiftly followed by a few thugs who were clearly high. They honed in on him because of his suit, if only they knew who they were attacking. One of them swung at him with a sledge hammer which he side stepped easily. He kicked the man in the back of the knee making him fall to the ground before grabbing the hand of the man with the knife and twisting his wrist until he dropped the weapon. Marcus threw him to the ground before kicking him hard in the face, making a loud cracking sound as the bone snapped. The man with the broken knee was still howling in pain as Marcus walked away. He gave a street vendor a few caps and took a vodka before setting off towards the Old Mormon fort. He stopped by there every once in a while so he could read some of the books they had because there weren't many in the Fort. They knew him as Andy there. He sipped the vodka as he walked in the doors and was greeted by one of the Followers. Marcus handed the man a few caps and went to the tent where they stashed the books. He picked up his favorite one, The biography of Mohammad Ali and began reading as he walked around. For some reason Marcus always liked to move around as he read.
After patching himself up Alex went and bought himself a suit and went into the tops again. He showed a few tricks to a lady or two before buying some vodka and drinking it due to it being banned in the BoS and not finding any in his travels.
I'm the one who writes for House, I'm almost always on steam, wherein I'm more than happy to work with people writing their posts. I sent you a friend request, so hit me up when you're on and we'll work on the post.
And yeah, your timing's fine
And yeah, your timing's fine
When he still hadn't recieved any answer from the friendly guard. Isaac was quick to notice a legionnaire who stood out with his massive body build and distinct looks. The man looked very confident and he had a very intimidating aura around him.
"Now, that guy looks powerful." Isaac thought and looked around for more people.
He saw another man. "Mercenary or a paladin. That is for sure." He noticed that he could be silent, cold and introvert. "Wow. If this is the society in the Strip, what am I doing here? Ahh..." He sighed and went to the first casino he saw, The Tops. After all, there must be a way he can spend those hard earned bottle caps, just for the entertainment. And all he knew, was that the Tops is the place to go.
"Now, that guy looks powerful." Isaac thought and looked around for more people.
He saw another man. "Mercenary or a paladin. That is for sure." He noticed that he could be silent, cold and introvert. "Wow. If this is the society in the Strip, what am I doing here? Ahh..." He sighed and went to the first casino he saw, The Tops. After all, there must be a way he can spend those hard earned bottle caps, just for the entertainment. And all he knew, was that the Tops is the place to go.
Sviests, where are you, and where do you think we are? I am in the Old Mormon Fort, wearing nothing that could readily define me as a Legionnaire (also Marcus isn't a huge hulking muscle mass, he is just in good shape) and I still haven't even seen your character sheet
I guess they haven't put it up. My character had a quick glimpse of yours when he went to the Fort. About the body, I just guessed, guessed wrong 
. And the legionnaire thing, he has great perception (you didn't know that, ofcourse, because of the missing sheet). And he doesn't know where you guys are.
Otherwise sorry if I'm not right into this. I'll have to catch up and this is my fourth (??) Rp game this far, so I could be a bit "noobish". Also, do point out my further mistakes, so I can learn from them.
. And the legionnaire thing, he has great perception (you didn't know that, ofcourse, because of the missing sheet). And he doesn't know where you guys are. Otherwise sorry if I'm not right into this. I'll have to catch up and this is my fourth (??) Rp game this far, so I could be a bit "noobish". Also, do point out my further mistakes, so I can learn from them.
If you don't mind, where are your character sheets cause I want a deeper backstory and to everyone else Alex is using the name Daniel, Daniel is not a new or different character.
and to everyone else Alex is using the name Daniel, Daniel is not a new or different character.==Blackjack Dealer==
"The gentleman known as Daniel wins. 100 chips to you sir."
==Alex/Daniel==
"Thank you very much, I shall take my leave now." Alex walked outside and saw a man who looked like he knew his way in a fight walking into the tops. Alex walked out of the strip back into freeside and went into the casino and hotel he previously used coming in to the strip. He asked the owner for a room for a day or two and was pointed to a room directly at the top of the stairs. He entered the room and put his BoS armour under the bed along with his rifle. He made a mental note to buy a new knife and drifted to sleep. He woke up and walked down stairs and asked the bar-man over any weapon shops in the area to which he got the response "Mick and Ralph's". He stepped outside and was confronted by a group of thugs who started attacking him. He grabbed ones arm and broke it causing him to drop his weapon which he picked up and stabbed the other two thugs. He decided against keeping that knife and continued onward to the weapon shop. He entered and was greeted by a man named Mick.
==Mick==
"Hey man, You look like a guy who can handle yourself in a fight. What do you need?
==Alex==
"I need a combat knife. Best one you have." Mick pulled down a large knife which Alex weighed around and then bought the knife. He was ambushed again by some more thugs which he just stabbed to death before continuing on back to his residence. He took off his suit when he got back to his room and folded it up and grabbed his BoS armour and his laser rifle and got ready. He did his usual workout routine when putting the suit on twice to make sure he was re-adjusted.
Two securitrons wheeled their way out of the Lucky 38 in the directions of Chaz and Issac. When they reached the two a pre-recorded message began to play House's voice. "Dear Sir/Madam, I understand you are a competent individual, I have need of competent individuals. Please accompany this Securitron inside the Lucky 38."
Well, your first mistake is that you're posting lone OoC's (OOC's without game content) in the thread instead of The Group [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/groups/view/Home-on-the-Wastes] And how do you "notice" that someone "could be silent, cold and introvert(ed)." And I don't care how high your per is, you don't immediately realize what someone's faction is when they're wearing no indicative markings. And you know the Old Mormon Fort is outside the strip (You really should play the game)
After listening to the message, Isaac finally decided to keep his caps and follow the Securitron to the Lucky 38 in hopes of adventure.
Again, sorry. About the map mistake, I actually finished the game quite a while ago, so I will keep the map of Mojave beside me next time.
Character sheets for the newcomers
Name: Chaz
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Description: Tall, well built, moustache but no beard, very pale, wears a suit. always
Faction: Ex-BoS
Goal: chaz's main goal in life is survival, and the introduction of democratic systems into the regimes of the wasteland - as such, he finds the NCR the most acceptable faction, though he is by no stretch allied to them.
Weapons: Sniper rifle with Suppressor and lightweight body, .357 revolver with long barrel and HD cylinder.
Background: Chaz was born into the brotherhood of steel's hidden bunker in hidden valley. after years of training, he became a scribe, and due to his studious nature, quickly rose through the ranks. as a high-ranking scribe, Chaz had access to any pre-war literature the brotherhood had access to, and read a lot into the old political systems, becoming increasingly interested in the concept of 'democracy'. with this belief, he challenged the leadership of leader mcnamara, with no success, and was given an ultimatum - fall in line, or leave - of which he quickly chose the latter, abandoning his scribe robes in favour of a sharp suit, and his energy weapons for more traditional firearms. once in the mohave wasteland, chaz found himself almost unable to survive, and quickly resorted to killing and eating humans - a frowned upon method at the best of times! within the year, chaz stumbled upon the community of primm, where he was almost killed for his cannibalism. from this, chaz gained two motivations: survive without human flesh, and revenge on primm. thinking back to his reading of classic literature, Chaz remembered a breed of people who survived on human blood - a method which was much more concealable, and slightly more acceptable, than cannibalism - known as 'vampires'. chaz immediately recognised this as a calling, and took to drinking blood as nutrition, whilst planning his revenge on primm. eventually, he struck upon a brilliant plan - he went to the NCRCF north of primm, and sytematically sniped out the visible guards, before bluffing his way into the facility and inciting a prisoner revolution against the rather reduced guards - the results of this, as they say, are history...
Tag Skills: Guns, Sneak, Speech
SPECIAL: 6/7/4/7/5/7/8
Note: Chaz's vampiric ways are unknown to most people, and he takes great pains to keep it that way as much as possible, as a result, this fact is not revealed to any but the most trusted of friends.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Description: Tall, well built, moustache but no beard, very pale, wears a suit. always
Faction: Ex-BoS
Goal: chaz's main goal in life is survival, and the introduction of democratic systems into the regimes of the wasteland - as such, he finds the NCR the most acceptable faction, though he is by no stretch allied to them.
Weapons: Sniper rifle with Suppressor and lightweight body, .357 revolver with long barrel and HD cylinder.
Background: Chaz was born into the brotherhood of steel's hidden bunker in hidden valley. after years of training, he became a scribe, and due to his studious nature, quickly rose through the ranks. as a high-ranking scribe, Chaz had access to any pre-war literature the brotherhood had access to, and read a lot into the old political systems, becoming increasingly interested in the concept of 'democracy'. with this belief, he challenged the leadership of leader mcnamara, with no success, and was given an ultimatum - fall in line, or leave - of which he quickly chose the latter, abandoning his scribe robes in favour of a sharp suit, and his energy weapons for more traditional firearms. once in the mohave wasteland, chaz found himself almost unable to survive, and quickly resorted to killing and eating humans - a frowned upon method at the best of times! within the year, chaz stumbled upon the community of primm, where he was almost killed for his cannibalism. from this, chaz gained two motivations: survive without human flesh, and revenge on primm. thinking back to his reading of classic literature, Chaz remembered a breed of people who survived on human blood - a method which was much more concealable, and slightly more acceptable, than cannibalism - known as 'vampires'. chaz immediately recognised this as a calling, and took to drinking blood as nutrition, whilst planning his revenge on primm. eventually, he struck upon a brilliant plan - he went to the NCRCF north of primm, and sytematically sniped out the visible guards, before bluffing his way into the facility and inciting a prisoner revolution against the rather reduced guards - the results of this, as they say, are history...
Tag Skills: Guns, Sneak, Speech
SPECIAL: 6/7/4/7/5/7/8
Note: Chaz's vampiric ways are unknown to most people, and he takes great pains to keep it that way as much as possible, as a result, this fact is not revealed to any but the most trusted of friends.
Name: Isaac Firthe
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Description: A tall, thin man with long hands and legs. His body is athletic, but his muscles aren't the best. He doesnt look too agile either. He has rugged beard and long unkempt hair. His eyes are green and they have a little spark in them. He looks very friendly and welcoming, but also ready for battle. He wears full leather armor and a duster coat over it, glasses, old worn boots and a trinket, mostly likely from his father.
Faction: None.
Goal: Looking for trouble and the famous Vault Dweller.
Weapons: Hunting Rifle, .357 Revolver.
Background: Son of Trey and Izolda. Two former members of Enclave. They served the Enclave untill it fell. After that they travelled to Mojave to find settlement. After they settled in the vicinity of New Vegas, Izolda gave birth to a boy that they named Isaac. After 20 years of living, his father died of old age. Now he has left his home and is looking for the rumoured Vault Dweller.
Tag Skills: Guns, Science, Medicine.
SPECIAL: 3 10 5 7 8 5 7
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Description: A tall, thin man with long hands and legs. His body is athletic, but his muscles aren't the best. He doesnt look too agile either. He has rugged beard and long unkempt hair. His eyes are green and they have a little spark in them. He looks very friendly and welcoming, but also ready for battle. He wears full leather armor and a duster coat over it, glasses, old worn boots and a trinket, mostly likely from his father.
Faction: None.
Goal: Looking for trouble and the famous Vault Dweller.
Weapons: Hunting Rifle, .357 Revolver.
Background: Son of Trey and Izolda. Two former members of Enclave. They served the Enclave untill it fell. After that they travelled to Mojave to find settlement. After they settled in the vicinity of New Vegas, Izolda gave birth to a boy that they named Isaac. After 20 years of living, his father died of old age. Now he has left his home and is looking for the rumoured Vault Dweller.
Tag Skills: Guns, Science, Medicine.
SPECIAL: 3 10 5 7 8 5 7
He then walks outside and looks for something else to catch his interest.
Having entered the Lucky 38, chaz was immediately struck by the immense number of unused slot machines, casino tables, and other gambling paraphenalia. almost instantly, the securitron wheeled back up to him, and directed him casually to the central lift.
"how come so few of you show the chick on your screens then?" inquired chaz, "she's a lot easier on the eyes than that cowboy you all love so much". his inquiry was utterly ignored, so chaz walked into the elevator, which immediately transferred him into Mr House's suite. walking out of the elevator, Chaz was immediately greeted by a securitron bearing the very face he had inquired about only minutes ago. he walked smartly to House's giant monitor, straightened his jacket and tie, and cleared his throat.
almost immediately, the screen flickered into life, showing a large rendering of a visage with similar tastes in style to chaz himself. suitably impressed, chaz initiated conversation.
"so, i assume you're this 'Mr. House' i've heard so very little about?"
"how come so few of you show the chick on your screens then?" inquired chaz, "she's a lot easier on the eyes than that cowboy you all love so much". his inquiry was utterly ignored, so chaz walked into the elevator, which immediately transferred him into Mr House's suite. walking out of the elevator, Chaz was immediately greeted by a securitron bearing the very face he had inquired about only minutes ago. he walked smartly to House's giant monitor, straightened his jacket and tie, and cleared his throat.
almost immediately, the screen flickered into life, showing a large rendering of a visage with similar tastes in style to chaz himself. suitably impressed, chaz initiated conversation.
"so, i assume you're this 'Mr. House' i've heard so very little about?"
Name: Chaz
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Description: Tall, well built, moustache but no beard, very pale, wears a suit. always
Faction: Ex-BoS
Goal: chaz's main goal in life is survival, and the introduction of democratic systems into the regimes of the wasteland - as such, he finds the NCR the most acceptable faction, though he is by no stretch allied to them.
Weapons: Sniper rifle with Suppressor and lightweight body, .357 revolver with long barrel and HD cylinder.
Background: Chaz was born into the brotherhood of steel's hidden bunker in hidden valley. after years of training, he became a scribe, and due to his studious nature, quickly rose through the ranks. as a high-ranking scribe, Chaz had access to any pre-war literature the brotherhood had access to, and read a lot into the old political systems, becoming increasingly interested in the concept of 'democracy'. with this belief, he challenged the leadership of leader mcnamara, with no success, and was given an ultimatum - fall in line, or leave - of which he quickly chose the latter, abandoning his scribe robes in favour of a sharp suit, and his energy weapons for more traditional firearms. once in the mohave wasteland, chaz found himself almost unable to survive, and quickly resorted to killing and eating humans - a frowned upon method at the best of times! within the year, chaz stumbled upon the community of primm, where he was almost killed for his cannibalism. from this, chaz gained two motivations: survive without human flesh, and revenge on primm. thinking back to his reading of classic literature, Chaz remembered a breed of people who survived on human blood - a method which was much more concealable, and slightly more acceptable, than cannibalism - known as 'vampires'. chaz immediately recognised this as a calling, and took to drinking blood as nutrition, whilst planning his revenge on primm. eventually, he struck upon a brilliant plan - he went to the NCRCF north of primm, and sytematically sniped out the visible guards, before bluffing his way into the facility and inciting a prisoner revolution against the rather reduced guards - the results of this, as they say, are history...
Tag Skills: Guns, Sneak, Speech
SPECIAL: 6/7/4/7/5/7/8
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Description: Tall, well built, moustache but no beard, very pale, wears a suit. always
Faction: Ex-BoS
Goal: chaz's main goal in life is survival, and the introduction of democratic systems into the regimes of the wasteland - as such, he finds the NCR the most acceptable faction, though he is by no stretch allied to them.
Weapons: Sniper rifle with Suppressor and lightweight body, .357 revolver with long barrel and HD cylinder.
Background: Chaz was born into the brotherhood of steel's hidden bunker in hidden valley. after years of training, he became a scribe, and due to his studious nature, quickly rose through the ranks. as a high-ranking scribe, Chaz had access to any pre-war literature the brotherhood had access to, and read a lot into the old political systems, becoming increasingly interested in the concept of 'democracy'. with this belief, he challenged the leadership of leader mcnamara, with no success, and was given an ultimatum - fall in line, or leave - of which he quickly chose the latter, abandoning his scribe robes in favour of a sharp suit, and his energy weapons for more traditional firearms. once in the mohave wasteland, chaz found himself almost unable to survive, and quickly resorted to killing and eating humans - a frowned upon method at the best of times! within the year, chaz stumbled upon the community of primm, where he was almost killed for his cannibalism. from this, chaz gained two motivations: survive without human flesh, and revenge on primm. thinking back to his reading of classic literature, Chaz remembered a breed of people who survived on human blood - a method which was much more concealable, and slightly more acceptable, than cannibalism - known as 'vampires'. chaz immediately recognised this as a calling, and took to drinking blood as nutrition, whilst planning his revenge on primm. eventually, he struck upon a brilliant plan - he went to the NCRCF north of primm, and sytematically sniped out the visible guards, before bluffing his way into the facility and inciting a prisoner revolution against the rather reduced guards - the results of this, as they say, are history...
Tag Skills: Guns, Sneak, Speech
SPECIAL: 6/7/4/7/5/7/8
When Dead Eye left the Lucky 38 he took the Trasport back to Camp McCarren. He went to his locker to supplied to him by Col. Hsu, deposited the caps, and made his way to the supply tent.
When he reached the supply tent he took a spare fireing pin for the AMR, several .50 Cal. Magazines, shotgun shells. He thanked the supply clerk, and boarded the tram back to New Vegas. He found a nice spot outside The Tops and sat down for some people watching
When he reached the supply tent he took a spare fireing pin for the AMR, several .50 Cal. Magazines, shotgun shells. He thanked the supply clerk, and boarded the tram back to New Vegas. He found a nice spot outside The Tops and sat down for some people watching
In the Lucky 38 Isaac sat down on a unused table, apparently not knowing what to do. After a while he saw a figure entering the casino and taking the lift up. Not as quite confident, he also decided to go to the penthouse.
After a short while he was there, eavesdropping the conversation between the man and the famous Mr. House.
After a short while he was there, eavesdropping the conversation between the man and the famous Mr. House.
Night Owl took his caps and strode out into the chaos of New Vegas, shaking his head seemingly in disgust at having so many people surrounding him. The wastes had changed Night Owl, to someone used to the sands of the desert stretching around him, Night Owl found it difficult to deal with the crowds of Vegas. Adjusting his hat, Night Owl left the crowds and strolled into the freeside, the derelict streets offering peace if nothing else. Finding a quiet spot he sat down on the curb and just stared into the distance.
----------House----------
When both of the new recruits arrived the screen with Mr House's face flickered, and he began to speak.
"So, I assume you're this 'Mr. House' I've heard so very little about?"
"I am indeed Charles. I've brought the two you in here for a business proposal. Events are stepping up across the Mohave, and I intend to be prepared to meet them, and ensure that my city remains both safe and profitable. I've recently begun hiring "competent" individuals from around the wastes, as well as contracting the work of representatives from the major factions near the city limits. They're currently enjoying the luxuries of my city, you'll be meeting them later."
Chaz spoke up, "So what exactly is the job?"
"I'm afraid I cannot disclose the information until I have your guarantee that you've accepted my employment. And even then I'll only inform you when I am assigning, 'jobs' as you put them."
"Alright then, what's the pay?"
"The pay is up to you to negotiate, I am however a man of means, very little is beyond by grasp. But I feel it necessary to inform you that I am aware of your peculiar 'diet' and I possess the means; the 'packages' let's call them, in the interest of discretion, to keep you sated."
Chaz's eyes opened wide at the news of House's knowledge, he thought he had been more careful in keeping his secrets.
"Yeah, I thought not, I'll be sure to keep things closer to my heart in future. So you'll supply sustenance, the followers could do that with a bit of 'persuasion', I want caps as well."
"This is not a problem, everyone has their price, How does 1500 caps sound?"
"That's fine as a down payment, 1500 caps now, and another 750 after I finish each job."
"I accept Charles." A single securitron wheeled itself out in front of Chaz, holding a silver platter, on which was a small sack containing the agreed upon down payment. "You will be contacted when I need you. A the bar in the lobby contains the 'packages' you require. And you Issac?"
When both of the new recruits arrived the screen with Mr House's face flickered, and he began to speak.
"So, I assume you're this 'Mr. House' I've heard so very little about?"
"I am indeed Charles. I've brought the two you in here for a business proposal. Events are stepping up across the Mohave, and I intend to be prepared to meet them, and ensure that my city remains both safe and profitable. I've recently begun hiring "competent" individuals from around the wastes, as well as contracting the work of representatives from the major factions near the city limits. They're currently enjoying the luxuries of my city, you'll be meeting them later."
Chaz spoke up, "So what exactly is the job?"
"I'm afraid I cannot disclose the information until I have your guarantee that you've accepted my employment. And even then I'll only inform you when I am assigning, 'jobs' as you put them."
"Alright then, what's the pay?"
"The pay is up to you to negotiate, I am however a man of means, very little is beyond by grasp. But I feel it necessary to inform you that I am aware of your peculiar 'diet' and I possess the means; the 'packages' let's call them, in the interest of discretion, to keep you sated."
Chaz's eyes opened wide at the news of House's knowledge, he thought he had been more careful in keeping his secrets.
"Yeah, I thought not, I'll be sure to keep things closer to my heart in future. So you'll supply sustenance, the followers could do that with a bit of 'persuasion', I want caps as well."
"This is not a problem, everyone has their price, How does 1500 caps sound?"
"That's fine as a down payment, 1500 caps now, and another 750 after I finish each job."
"I accept Charles." A single securitron wheeled itself out in front of Chaz, holding a silver platter, on which was a small sack containing the agreed upon down payment. "You will be contacted when I need you. A the bar in the lobby contains the 'packages' you require. And you Issac?"
Chaz walked back out of house's room, still reeling from how easy the negotiations had been, and with piqued curiosity as to what he was needed for. He loitered outside the elevator in waiting for the mysterious Isaac he'd just been in a room with. Chaz knew that this lanky individual would have to be 'cautioned' about revealing his special diet, even if he hadn't gleaned the specifics from House. As he waited, Chaz counted his new monetary gains, and added them to that which he had won at the ultra-luxe only minutes before. This was becoming an extremely profitable visit to Vegas...
-----Ethan-----
Ethan stirred next to Sarah, the Med-X had begun to wear off, and the pain of recent stitches meant that sleep was not an option. He shook her gently on the bed in a tent within the center of the old Mormon fort. "Sarah, where are you sleeping when it's not with me?"
"I've got a cot in the fort."
"well, that won't do, I've been working with House, what do you say to an apartment on the Strip? In one of those comfy hotels."
"You're working with House, Ethan, how long have you been working with the king of New Vegas."
"Only about a week now, but the pay is good, and there seem to be some additional benefits."
"If you can get me on the strip, then you know I'm yours."
Ethan chuckled a little, "I thought you already were."
"You know what I mean Ethan, come on, I've never been on the strip before."
Sarah put on her clothes as Ethan did the same, Ethan taking longer due to the pain and the larger amount of clothes. While he was doing so, Sarah ran to her superior and asked for permission to live on the Strip and mover her things, which she received. She then grabbed her meager possessions and met Ethan in the courtyard.
Ethan walked out of the tent and snaked his arm around Sarah's waste and began to walk out of the fort, then he saw Marcus. "Oh, hey Marcus."
Marcus darted forward in front of Ethan and put his hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. "Shhhh, they don't know who I am here. Call me Andy"
Ethan pushed Marcus' hand away from his face and stepped back, the centurion was surprisingly strong. "First, what the fuck; second, back the hell off Andy. What are you even doing here?"
(M)"They have the only good book collection on this side of the river. But they won't let me in if they know I'm with the legion"
(E)"I guess that explains... Ali, huh; the boxer right? somehow I'm not surprised. I come here for the books occasionally as well."
(S)Sarah had hopped back from Ethan when the centurion came for him, assuming he was about to attack. but seeing that there was no danger she moved back over to Ethan putting her arms around him, physically declaring her relationship with him. "Ethan, who is this guy? did he say 'Legion'?"
(E)"Yeah, don't worry though, he's working with me for House, he's alright, or at least not about to start looking for a hammer and some planks. Listen... Andy, we're about to go onto the strip, find a place to sleep, get some gambling clothes, maybe hit the tables, you want to come?"
(M)"I've never been much of a gambler, but sure."
Ethan stirred next to Sarah, the Med-X had begun to wear off, and the pain of recent stitches meant that sleep was not an option. He shook her gently on the bed in a tent within the center of the old Mormon fort. "Sarah, where are you sleeping when it's not with me?"
"I've got a cot in the fort."
"well, that won't do, I've been working with House, what do you say to an apartment on the Strip? In one of those comfy hotels."
"You're working with House, Ethan, how long have you been working with the king of New Vegas."
"Only about a week now, but the pay is good, and there seem to be some additional benefits."
"If you can get me on the strip, then you know I'm yours."
Ethan chuckled a little, "I thought you already were."
"You know what I mean Ethan, come on, I've never been on the strip before."
Sarah put on her clothes as Ethan did the same, Ethan taking longer due to the pain and the larger amount of clothes. While he was doing so, Sarah ran to her superior and asked for permission to live on the Strip and mover her things, which she received. She then grabbed her meager possessions and met Ethan in the courtyard.
Ethan walked out of the tent and snaked his arm around Sarah's waste and began to walk out of the fort, then he saw Marcus. "Oh, hey Marcus."
Marcus darted forward in front of Ethan and put his hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. "Shhhh, they don't know who I am here. Call me Andy"
Ethan pushed Marcus' hand away from his face and stepped back, the centurion was surprisingly strong. "First, what the fuck; second, back the hell off Andy. What are you even doing here?"
(M)"They have the only good book collection on this side of the river. But they won't let me in if they know I'm with the legion"
(E)"I guess that explains... Ali, huh; the boxer right? somehow I'm not surprised. I come here for the books occasionally as well."
(S)Sarah had hopped back from Ethan when the centurion came for him, assuming he was about to attack. but seeing that there was no danger she moved back over to Ethan putting her arms around him, physically declaring her relationship with him. "Ethan, who is this guy? did he say 'Legion'?"
(E)"Yeah, don't worry though, he's working with me for House, he's alright, or at least not about to start looking for a hammer and some planks. Listen... Andy, we're about to go onto the strip, find a place to sleep, get some gambling clothes, maybe hit the tables, you want to come?"
(M)"I've never been much of a gambler, but sure."
Since this is New Vegas, it's only natural that you'll want to gamble. So I'm going to institute 2 new rules.
1) Keep track of your caps. I'll show what I believe you currently have in this post, but after this, it will mostly be the honor system. (If I got it wrong, tell me so)
Dead Eye - 700
Alex - 500
Knox - 650
Night Owl - 700
Lucius - 700
Marcus - 600
Ethan - 3,500
Chaz - 2,200
Issac - 700
So, this cap total not only factors into gambling, but purchasing and selling, when you purchase or sell items, weapons and armor, use The Fallout Wiki [http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fallout_Wiki] and check their value.
2) This is how gambling will work, go to a random number generator [http://www.randomnumbergenerator.com/] and find a number out of 10. for this example let's assume you bet 100 caps
Here's where luck comes in, take your luck score and divide it by 2, then check the random number generator that many times; and pick the highest result.
1) Keep track of your caps. I'll show what I believe you currently have in this post, but after this, it will mostly be the honor system. (If I got it wrong, tell me so)
Dead Eye - 700
Alex - 500
Knox - 650
Night Owl - 700
Lucius - 700
Marcus - 600
Ethan - 3,500
Chaz - 2,200
Issac - 700
So, this cap total not only factors into gambling, but purchasing and selling, when you purchase or sell items, weapons and armor, use The Fallout Wiki [http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fallout_Wiki] and check their value.
2) This is how gambling will work, go to a random number generator [http://www.randomnumbergenerator.com/] and find a number out of 10. for this example let's assume you bet 100 caps
1) you lose, X 5, subtract 500
2) you lose, X 3, subtract 300
3) you lose, X 2, subtract 200
4) you break even
5) you break even
6) you break even
7) you win, X 2, add 200
8) you win, X 3, add 300
9) you win, X 5, add 500
10) Jack pot, add 1,000
2) you lose, X 3, subtract 300
3) you lose, X 2, subtract 200
4) you break even
5) you break even
6) you break even
7) you win, X 2, add 200
8) you win, X 3, add 300
9) you win, X 5, add 500
10) Jack pot, add 1,000
Here's where luck comes in, take your luck score and divide it by 2, then check the random number generator that many times; and pick the highest result.