The Pub (an open RP/ Character Workshop for any and all.)

[Captain Anon]

"how you do sire?"

I look up a little at Angler "very well Angler, I've had better days but what can you do, how have you been? It's been a while last time I think we saw each other was just after Clade and you met and we got back to The Mall?" I said changing between sighing and friendly

 

[DotSlash]

"Absolutely dear," She reached down and produced a bottle of the drink and popped the cap off.

[color=666666] "Ah, thank you~!" [/color] Vanessa said with a bit of an airy tone as she took a small sip and sighed. [color=666666] Just like at home... [/color] Looking around again and eventually back to Anastasia, she smiled. [color=666666] "This place seems pretty nice... aside from the damages from all the fighting. How'd you end up owning it..?" [/color] She paused for a moment. [color=666666] "Well... if you guys are the owners."[/color]

 

[Hussmann54]

[color=666666] "Ah, thank you~!" [/color] Vanessa said with a bit of an airy tone as she took a small sip and sighed. [color=666666] Just like at home... [/color] Looking around again and eventually back to Anastasia, she smiled. [color=666666] "This place seems pretty nice... aside from the damages from all the fighting. How'd you end up owning it..?" [/color] She paused for a moment. [color=666666] "Well... if you guys are the owners."[/color]

"Well we just sort of stumbled upon it." Anastasia looked around for a moment.
"Me and Nick had plenty of adventures back in our own world, and quite a few in some others while we were at it. Eventually we just decided it was time to hang up the weapons."
She fetches another drink for a patron.
"We knew about this place from some of our former escapades and decided to drop in one day only to find it empty. So we figured we would fix it up. Kinda like we found our calling. It's nice, being able to slow down and just sort of sit and watch the world go on by for once."

 

[DotSlash]

Snip button is stronk.

[color=666666] "Ah, I see." [/color] Vanessa said, taking another small swig from the cola bottle. [color=666666] "...I think I had heard of a place like this from an associate of mine... but I never thought it would be real." [/color] She looked around a bit more, wondering more about the place. [color=666666] "I can completely understand wanting a break from the craziness of... everything." [/color] She let out a small sigh before taking another drink.

 

[Clade-170]

Angler

"very well Angler, I've had better days but what can you do, how have you been? It's been a while last time I think we saw each other was just after Clade and you met and we got back to The Mall?"

"quite well, we shared many adventures together since this thing you call, Mall. Clade may be no dragon but he has proven himself a great friend to me"

I quickly eye the surroundings then whispered to Anon, "Has Clade tolled you what we uncovered?"

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Cos-Whatnow?

The term Cosplayer wasn't a term that was familiar to the Blaster Bunny as she closed her Big Book of Science and placed it upon the warm wood of the bar; she would have placed it down sooner if the Bartenders weren't too busy to have ignored her order for a Nuka-Cola.

She determined that the term was a mishmash of two terms that had been haphazardly strung together to form some sort of colloquial pigeon English term and did a quick run through of what the term could mean.

"Cost Player?"
"Costly Player?"
"Cosmic Player?"
"Cosmetic Player?"
"Cosy Player?"
"Costume Player?"

"Oh. You mean the people running around in costumes!" Mercy responded after determining the best root terms for the one that man in the hat had used, "Thank you. It's nice to meet someone like yourself as well."

She had to admit that she was stumped as to what this place was since, in theory, a place like this shouldn't be able to exist, at least not without a power source that could provide infinite power for an infinite amount of time nor could it exist without someone with the not only a treasure trove of scientific knowledge on interdimensional but the knowledge of how each dimension was related to one another.

"Did you make this place?" Mercy asked as the other candidates for this Pub's creator seemed to be busy amusing themselves. As she looked around, she tried to signal the bartender once again.

"Scuse me! Can I please get a Nuka-Cola PLEASE?!?" The Youngest of the Rabbit sisters asked, thinking that she might have pulled a Tessa and hopped over the bar to grab a bottle of wine for the man and a bottle of Nuka for herself if they continued to be ignored.

 

[Hussmann54]

"Scuse me! Can I please get a Nuka-Cola PLEASE?!?" The Youngest of the Rabbit sisters asked, thinking that she might have pulled a Tessa and hopped over the bar to grab a bottle of wine for the man and a bottle of Nuka for herself if they continued to be ignored.

"Ah yes, Sorry." Kin said as he reached under the bar and produces a nuka cola. "You keep the tops?" He said flicking the bottle against a small tab like opener on the wall. Handing her the bottle and offering the cap.

[color=666666] "Ah, I see." [/color] Vanessa said, taking another small swig from the cola bottle. [color=666666] "...I think I had heard of a place like this from an associate of mine... but I never thought it would be real." [/color] She looked around a bit more, wondering more about the place. [color=666666] "I can completely understand wanting a break from the craziness of... everything." [/color] She let out a small sigh before taking another drink.

Anastasia leaned forward slightly, elbows on the bar. She felt like there was something here she could sympathize with. "You too huh? Where are you from?"

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

Spoiler: Lucy Black

NAME: Lucy Black

AGE: 22 - turning 23 very soon

GENDER: Female

RACE: Human (Caucasian)

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APPEARANCE: Black hair tied in two very long loose pig-tails hanging over her shoulders - a stylistic choice and more of a reminder of her childhood.

Standing below average height, the petite female made her presence known with a striking blue eye. Yep, you read that right - due her most recent of dangerous encounters, she wore a black eye-patch over her recovering left eye.

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PERSONALITY/HISTORY:

A few years ago: Life seemed fine, living with her Father, Isaac Black. Growing up, her father's presence was scarce due to the nature of his work.

He would often return from trading excursions to bring home various trinkets, perhaps even a broken weapon that the two could repair and sell later. You see, the father and daughter bonded over their fascination with energy weapons. It was natural for the two of them to practice with the repaired energy weapons.

One day, her father's prized possession arrived at their home, a Gauss Rifle. A small supply of ammo was bought over time, while the rifle itself was kept hidden in a secret compartment under the floor...-it was too late to realize just how valuable that accursed weapon had become.

Springvale, their neighborhood and home, was attacked fairly soon after the arrival of the accursed weapon. By an organized and highly-skilled group: The Enclave, no less.

Lucy had suffered through the horror of her Father's public murder, the destruction of her home and the torture that soon followed. She was left for dead, or so she had thought. It was unclear as to how she survived. Her weakness at the time of the attack had infuriated her and was just the very beginning of her motivation to find the answers to the many questions that were left unanswered...

Currently: Having infiltrated The Enclave under the disguise of an "Asset", Lucy had fundamentally changed from the idealist she was once before. Having grown slightly detached and more fierce in her interactions, Lucy still possessed a passionate and fierce nature when her temper was struck, (un)fortunately.

She was not above the use of manipulation or betrayal towards her perceived enemies, with the odds stacked against her, she had to fight dirty. Having learned the truth and being lead to the heart of the Enclave, Lucy was preparing to strike.

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WEAPONS: A Gauss Rifle that belonged to her Father, now known as a bitter keepsake and treasure. It's become Lucy's favored ranged weapon.

ITEMS: Slim-fit reinforced leather-armor, (Modified) Gauss Rifle* and a small backpack brimming with ammunition. A few stimpacks were kept on her person in case of medical emergencies.

PERKS: Rapid Reload, Comprehension, Ferocious Loyalty, Sniper
TRAITS: Small Frame, Trigger Discipline

Notes: Dexterous and an excellent shot with her Gauss rifle makes Lucy a force to be reckoned with at range. The downside is that anything closing that range would soon discover just how vulnerable that left her. It also didn't help that her emotions would often make her exceedingly reckless in a combat situation.

Being a bookworm outside of combat, Lucy ideally chose to fight her battles with that of a silver-tongue, this was tempered with her sheer curiosity revolving around people in general.

TRANSPORTATION: In good physical condition, Lucy tends to travel by foot.

*The rifle was capable of charging up a single devastating and penetrative round. Via the voice command of the owner, the rifle would release it's mechanical restraints, expend a great amount of heat and the moving parts would essentially bond itself to the user's wrist painfully until the one minute cool-down is complete. Accuracy was thrown out of the window for sheer damage while in "Beast Mode".

Lets see how this goes...

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A young female in her early twenties, entered what appeared to be a pub. Taking a moment to steel herself as she surveyed the patrons and surroundings through one eye, the weight of her large Gauss rifle made itself known while it was adorned on her back.

This was Lucy Black...

The young woman with a black eye-patch concluded that she must be dreaming. That was the only logical explanation for her current...situation...or whatever someone would call this place.

"How did I get here? Or maybe she actually killed me in my sleep and this is purgatory..." Lucy muttered to herself.

Something struck her as exceedingly odd, besides for everything around her, she was acutely aware of her thoughts and actions. That's not normal in a dream, is it?

Sighing to herself, Lucy chose to chase the existential thoughts from her mind. She was in a pub, this was a good a time as any to finally relax.

Waiting to catch the eye of one of the Bartender's, Lucy nodded politely and made her way around what seemed to be a recent commotion of sorts.

"Scuse me! Can I please get a Nuka-Cola PLEASE?!?"

Lucy's gave the mess of curly hair a sideways glance, the young girl seemed more than a little impatient about her order.

Taking two seats away from the stranger, Lucy quietly waited by the bar as she pulled up a chair.

"People are less likely to give you good service if you shout at them..." Lucy muttered towards the young girl, her eye shifting to meet hers more intensely than Lucy had intended.

Waving a hand towards anyone behind the bar, in order to draw someone's attention, Lucy pointed at the bottle of vodka with the corner of her lips curled into a cautiously friendly smile. Something that indicated: I mean you no harm.

 

[Captain Anon]

"Has Clade tolled you what we uncovered?"

"quite well, we shared many adventures together since this thing you call, Mall. Clade may be no dragon but he has proven himself a great friend to me"


I look up at Angler and smile "sounds like fun I wish I'd been there with you two, well he made mention of the job of a lifetime and I'm sure he would of continued had it not been for that blasted Sheriff interrupting like he did" I said whispering back

 

[DotSlash]

snip

snap

The woman adjusted her fedora a small bit as she looked back to Anastasia, smiling a small bit.

[color=666666] "The place I'm from is called Fierro City. It used to a really beautiful place before everything went to hell." [/color] She said, the small smile slowly fading to a more neutral expression. [color=666666] "The city's turned into a massive mess, hell, 'mess' isn't even adequate enough... It's more of a warzone than anything now and the 'warlords' just make everything horrible for everyone living here." [/color]

She slowly tapped on the bar with her pointer finger as she spoke. The soft and slow metronome beat she made with each tap got louder and faster as she paused, seeming to signal an outburst before the tapping mellowed back out to a 4/4 time. [color=666666] Easy now... You're here to forget about all this for a while.... Easy... [/color] She looked up to Anastasia and smiled a small bit, though a hint of frustration still held in her eyes. [color=666666] "...Trying to restore order to the place has been tough... but progress is being made, bit by bit. But I'm sure you can understand wanting to take a break from waking up to that sort of scene, right?" [/color]

After her little explanation, she sighed and smiled a bit toward Anastasia. [color=666666] "Well, how about you guys? Where are you from?" [/color]

Noticing the waving hand from the corner of her eyes, Vanessa looked over to the the smirking girl with the eyepatch and waved in return, glad to see another friendly face in the bar. [color=666666] ...I wonder what happened to her eye... But I probably shouldn't try to pry into that just yet... [/color]

 

[FalloutJack]

"Cost Player?"
"Costly Player?"
"Cosmic Player?"
"Cosmetic Player?"
"Cosy Player?"
"Costume Player?"

"Oh. You mean the people running around in costumes!" Mercy responded after determining the best root terms for the one that man in the hat had used, "Thank you. It's nice to meet someone like yourself as well."

Sherman: Much obliged, and yeah, strange folk pretendin' they're hot-shit when they're a dull roar. If the lord did command it, I suppose I would take one out. 'Tis my job to remove the wicked, of course, but the terminally stupid might as well be cut from the same crop."

He said all of this in a pleasant conversational old guy manner, generally showing off his gift of gab and opinion. Meanwhile, the girl yelled for her drink impatiently and finally got service. Sherman didn't. Oh, how ye test me, great white. Sherman now held up two fingers and, with a bit of concentration, sent a whip of his divine energy towards Kin to lasso his wrist before he could do another thing.

Sherman: Right kindly of you to serve the lady, but how about that bottle of fine wine I asked for? Seems fair, I'm thinkin'.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Not a Single take -
Not a Double take -
Not Even a Triple Take -

Spoiler: But a Quadruple Take

Crab players?

"People are less likely to give you good service if you shout at them..." Said a voice next to where the Invisi-Bunny stood waving her arms an epileptic trying to direct a landing Vertibird, causing the Baffled Bunny to glance over towards the decidedly feminine voice before going back to her imitation of a Super-Mutant imitating the mating rituals of a Death Claw.

There was a bit of excitement in the Plasma-Rabbit's eyes when she saw the female bartender meander over towards that end of the bar and went to pick up a bottle of Vodka to pass over to the newcomer, a visible look of disappointment and defeat passing over Mercy's face as she watched the somewhat familiar newcomer open up the bottle of vodka.

It took a few moments but the male bartender was gracious enough to pass the Parched Hare a good-ole bottle of Nuka Cola querying the Huzzahing Hare about what she did with the caps.

"You keep the tops?"

The Blaster Bunny nodded, and took the top from the barkeep's hand, pulling out a small ice pick as she did and punching a hole in the Cap before adding it to a string of similar caps that she wore around her wrist. Finally satisfied with the fact that she had something to drink, Mercy turned back towards Sherman, having to look past the awfully familiar newcomer to continue their conversation.

"Much obliged, and yeah, strange folk pretendin' they're hot-shit when they're a dull roar. If the lord did command it, I suppose I would take one out. 'Tis my job to remove the wicked, of course, but the terminally stupid might as well be cut from the same crop."

The comment brought forth a smirk from the Youngest of the Rabbit sisters. It seemed that a few of the Pub patrons had taken to re-enacting the O.K. Corral in the middle of the room, with various pieces of bar furniture being used as mock settlements and the like, which might have been thought of as amusing if they weren't using live ammunition.

What could a Baffled Bunny do but nod enthusiastically in agreement with such a statement.

"It reminds me of these stories I read about The Red Menace and The One-Eyed Gauss Girl -"

*BLINK - BLINK - BLINK*

And that's when it hit Mercy Rabbit, the fact that she was standing next to the very famous and very real One-Eyed Gauss Girl, in the flesh.

"Oh - my - gawwwwwwww-" The Star Struck Hare started to say before passing out in a heap on the floor of the Pub as Sherman attempted to get his drink.

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

Snip La Snip

DON'T LOSE YOUR WAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

This place was strange.

To make matters more confusing for the eye-patched female, she recognized absolutely nothing about the surroundings and people that went with it. Surely, Lucy asked herself quizzically, dreams were comprised of random elements encountered and processed within your memory?

She sighed once more, making a mental note not to make sense of this...place.

Pleasantly, she had inadvertently attracted the attention of a rather stylishly dressed scientist individual. Lucy leaned over the counter and extended her hand towards the stranger. It was awkward enough as it was, but she could work with awkward...kinda...

"Sorry about that - was trying to get the attention of someone that can provide me with a bottle of something I'll regret." Lucy's expression and tone shifted from guarded to cautiously optimistic. "Lucy Black, it's a pleasure."

While Lucy was talking, she was eventually served apparently, wordlessly at that. Was shouting from the patrons required? She never did have much experience at the whole bar-scene. Moriarty's was one place you steered clear of in Megaton.

"It reminds me of these stories I read about The Red Menace and The One-Eyed Gauss Girl -"

...what?

"E-excuse me for a sec..." she uttered towards her stylish acquaintance as her eye widened in shock.

Lucy was the only one that ever referred to Sylph as the 'Red Menace', clearly she had Sylph on the brain, especially if this was leaking into her dream...

Turning to look at the younger girl that never replied to her, she was greeted with utter surprise.

"Oh - my - gawwwwwwww-"

Those were the last few words uttered from the curly-haired female before making the telltale notions towards collapsing. Recognizing this, Lucy bolted to catch the female from behind, cradling her for the most part while lowering her head into her lap once they reached the floor.

"Looks like someone had a little too mu-..." The Gauss Girl stopped mid-sentence when she noticed that this patron's drink was merely a nuka-cola. "...are you allergic? rad-poisoning?" Lucy's voice grew slightly more concerned. "Come on, wake up..."

Lucy was not a doctor, but she had picked up odd bits of trivia and signs from her time spent in the company of Moira Brown and Doc Church.

Dreams were weird...

 

[Generic NPC 22]

TRUST FALL SNIP!!!

"Come on, wake up..."

That was a rather unfamiliar voice that was trying to wake Mercy up, the Blaster Bunny thought to herself as she struggled to open her eyes or even remember what had happened.

"Te-Tess?" Mercy whispered, her voice hoping that Tessa Rabbit's, the Eldest of the Rabbit Sisters, suicide run against the Knuckleheads and resulting coma had all been a dream. Opening her eyes, she saw a single piercingly deep blue eye (singular) peering down at her intently. Looking up at the woman, she realized that she had to be dreaming, only she'd never slept in her dreams nor dreamed within her dreams.

The Youngest of the Rabbit sisters felt the sensation that told her that she was awake and yet, looking down at her was one of the Legends of the Wild Wastelands, a character whose exploits had been recorded, whose adventures were told over campfires, whose - well you get the point. Looking down at her was none other than the One-Eyed Gauss Girl.

"Oh - my - goooooooooood." The Builder Bunny said in a manner that let Lucy know that had Mercy not made the statement, she surely would have exploded.

"You're - you're - you're - you're LUCY BLACK!!!!" The young chocolate haired girl said, bolting upwards into a sitting position -

*CLONK!!!!*

- and accidentally bumping heads with the Wasteland Legend.

"OW! OW! OW! Sorry! I'm so sorry!" Mercy said as she grabbed her bottle of Ice Cold Nuka from the bar and pressed it against Lucy's head.

"If you're really real. That means that the Red Menace is real and that means that the Author is real. Which means I'm either dreaming, or I'm in some sort of Space-Time convergence." Mercy said as she looked at her hero-like-since-forever-and-ever, her brainiac of a brain taking over as she tried not to explode all over the Pub.

 

[DotSlash]

Just finished watching the new episode. Still have a stupid smile on my face from all the crazy of it.

Wiggle teh stick to recover.

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[color=666666] "It's nice to meet you as well, Ms. Black. I'm Vanessa Sinclair." [/color] The scientist responded giving Lucy a quick shake of the hand until she noticed the thump of the bunny girl fainting to the floor. Her body jolted a bit at the sound and her free hand slipped toward her labcoat pocket, almost automatically. The gears in her head turned in time for it to recognize the girl had simply fainted and hadn't been hit by... something else. Letting out a silent sigh and seeing Lucy rush over, the fedora girl kept back, giving the two their distance. Looking to Anastasia once more, she chuckled nervously. [color=666666] "We could probably use a first-aid kit here... just in case..." [/color]

Looking back to see the bunny girl's head resting in Lucy's lap, she tilted her head a small bit as she thought over what she had heard. [color=666666] The Red Menace and One Eyed Gauss Girl...? ...Man, I feel like I'm missing something huge here... [/color] As she saw the rabbit jolting up and loosing her cool as she woke up in the lap of her childhood hero, leading to the small thud of the accidental headbutt. The woman instinctively cringed at the sound and tipped her hat a bit so it covered her eyes. [color=666666] ...Ouch.... Even I felt that one... "...Are you two alright?" [/color]

 

[Hussmann54]

After her little explanation, she sighed and smiled a bit toward Anastasia. [color=666666] "Well, how about you guys? Where are you from?" [/color]

"Well, I guess I have never really thought about it. To us it was always just 'home'. You know. But it was Earth as many know it. Over the course of history, the elementals emerged, people who could control and harness the powers of nature. At first there were only the four elements. But new ones emerged. My husband is an imperiomancer. He controls the powers of the mind." She pours another patron a drink.

"And I am one of what they called the prime elementals. There were never many of us to begin with."

 

[DotSlash]

Snip n' zip.

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Vanessa hummed a bit as she worked over what Anastasia had told her in her head. [color=666666] "...Then what caused this evolution in the people on your Earth? I'm assuming by what you said, that people having control over the elements wasn't a thing they had previously..." [/color]

She leaned back slightly on the bar, her hand rubbing her chin lightly and her head now looking up toward the ceiling. [color=666666] "And what would the 'prime' elements entail?" [/color]

 

[Hussmann54]

Sherman: Right kindly of you to serve the lady, but how about that bottle of fine wine I asked for? Seems fair, I'm thinkin'.

"Apologies, apologies. First day on the job and such." Kin says, shrugging off the energy and fetching it a bottle and glass and pouring its contents.

SNIPPITTY SNIP SNIP

"The elements are given to us. But we have never learned from whom. Not science, nor magic, but both."
She smiles. "Just because something can be explained, doesn't mean it isn't magic."
Nic appears and kisses her on the cheek as he walks past. He continues her words. "We don't know how it is decided whom get what powers, but not everyone gets them." He spoke, not even slowing down as he walked toward the cellar and disappeared. Ana continued as she poured herself a drink.
"Prime elementals have an odd mix of many abilities. Each one is different, but we can try to classify them by general groups. I am what we refer to as a 'red elemental'. My abilities include pure energy manipulation and 'sanguinomancy' or the control of blood and to some extent, the chemicals which trigger emotional responses and reactions within the human body."

 

[FalloutJack]

At last, he was able to get his wine as the gal with the science book made mention of someone called the Red Menace and someone else called the One-Eyed Gauss Girl. This dissembled into a bit of hilarity as there was a fairly-stunned reaction to a newcomer...who was this dark-haired lass with a- Oh my... Well, speak of the devil, so to speak... Sherman decided to do a sense of the newcomer - Lucy Black - and found that she only had trace amounts of darkness within her. This indicated a tainted soul that meant well. However, something ELSE he sensed was that the two girls were essentially from the same place. He approached them both, sipping of his wine and looking at them so that their faces were reflected in his shades.

"D'you girls know each other or something?"

 

[Clade-170]

The Settlement wasnt the biggest of places but the people seemed to get by.
The buildings seemed to be constructed of a cheep plastoid material that was extremely light and durable.
From a rough guestamation Id say their would be no more then 10,000 people living in this modest settlement.
It was alive with activity ranging from people engaging in conversation, to children playing and laughing, market stalls announcing their products ranging from foods to supplies, and finally the occasional hover craft that cruised gracefully between the structures. The people seemed content with their livelihoods and generally seemed like a good people.

While at a distance I turn to Angler and nod, signaling him to stay back for a bit as me and Anon continued on into the place. Upon entering we notice a sign that read "welcome to New beginnings".

"A very nice name for a relatively new community don't you think?" I say casually strolling down the dirt streets. The people didnt seem to take immediate notice of us, continuing on with their business.

"This is one of the more newer settlements on this planet, I assure you their are areas much more developed but this will have to do for now"

"Im afraid we cant stay though, we need to secure passage to my home world and their may be willing pilots somewhere around, our best bet is the local tavern, all sorts of people hang their"