Somewhat around that time, yes.
... And I just remembered that it's currently the year 2287 in Quest. derp.
Profit Never Changes - A Fallout 4 Business Quest
- Thread starter Novus Ordo Mundi
- Start date
... And I just remembered that it's currently the year 2287 in Quest. derp.
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- USA
[x] A Chance Meeting At Red Rocket
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- The Usual Room
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- He/Him
Vote will continue into tomorrow morning.
Extra Interlude: Emily Marqui - Is There Anyone Alive Out There?
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Hello there! And welcome to the first live broadcast of Radio Nowhere! It is me, your Mistress of Mystery, Emily Marqui! Transmitting out of Warwick on the coast, just east of Quincy! I'm here to brighten up this miserable wasteland with puzzles, brain teasers, and good ol' music nobody's ever heard in over 200 years!
At least, I'm pretty sure that's the case. I found it in an old pirate radio station in West Virginia a couple years ago. Apparently, they played music that was not considered pro-American. You know, protest folk songs, underground punk, or the techno scene of 2040? Well, I listened to it, and it changed my life! Ended up just sitting there for an entire week, just listening to the collection!
And it taught me so many things! That there can be so much more variety in the Commonwealth then just the usual doom and gloom! Vibrancy and excitement is the name of the game with this radio station! And I promise that if you come with me on this fantastic musical voyage, you'll be tapping your foot and nodding your head. Or possibly bamboozled. Eh, I get that a lot.
But before the fun times can commence, I do want to give a special shout out to the Warwick Household for letting me set up here. June Warwick especially. Just a simple single mother keeping the farm running after the death of her husband. But she's still her sweet old friendly self. And she's wanting me to tell you that she's willing to hire a couple of farmhands if they're interested.
Now, without further ado, let's kick this off with an oldie, but a goodie! The first person to come with the correct answer will win a fabulous mystery prize! What could that prize be? Could it be caps? Crops? Me? Well, there's only one way to find out, and that's to answer this riddle!
Hold on, let me find it!
*CRASH!*
Oops! That's probably not important. Ah, there it is! What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, three legs in the evening, and no legs at night? If you know, come by the radio station, and you'll be rewarded. Just make sure you stay clear of the Northern Star. Whoever's in there doesn't like people coming by.
Now, while you chew on it, let's play some music. I've always wondered what the first song I would play would be. But I figure the namesake should work, even if it's not my usual fare.
This is Radio Nowhere. If there is anyone alive out there, know that I'm there, cheering you on.
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You blink, as the music starts to play. You'd just, as a lark, started looking through the stations to see if you'd pick up anything other than Diamond City Radio or the classical station. You hadn't expected to find the starting broadcast of a new radio station.
[Intelligence Check: 8. Xin's Intelligence: 17. Intelligence Check Obliterated]
Obviously, the answer is Man. Four legs is a baby crawling, a person walks on two… well, okay not you obviously. But most people have two legs. An older person may need a cane to help walk, as a third leg. And when you're dead, you don't walk at all.
In reality, it's the original Riddle of the Sphinx, the one Oedipus Rex had to answer to avoid being eaten. Though you can't really just take time off to go get the prize, can you?
Well, there's no rule saying you have to go yourself. You could just send an Eyebot with the answer, or if one of your employees is going that way, you could tell them to collect the prize.
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Radio Nowhere founded at the Warwick Homestead. As Emily rolled a Natural 100, Radio Nowhere gained instant popularity. This may affect certain things
Mirabel's Trait: Mariposa Triggered: Synth Roger Warwick - Deceased.
+16 XP
Locations Known: Radio Nowhere, Warwick Homestead, Quincy, The Wreck of the Northern Star
Time-Sensitive Quest Started: Riddle of the Sphinx - Go to Radio Nowhere, and give the answer to Emily Marqui. Reward: 250 XP (Xin + Questgoer Only), Mystery Prize.
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At least, I'm pretty sure that's the case. I found it in an old pirate radio station in West Virginia a couple years ago. Apparently, they played music that was not considered pro-American. You know, protest folk songs, underground punk, or the techno scene of 2040? Well, I listened to it, and it changed my life! Ended up just sitting there for an entire week, just listening to the collection!
And it taught me so many things! That there can be so much more variety in the Commonwealth then just the usual doom and gloom! Vibrancy and excitement is the name of the game with this radio station! And I promise that if you come with me on this fantastic musical voyage, you'll be tapping your foot and nodding your head. Or possibly bamboozled. Eh, I get that a lot.
But before the fun times can commence, I do want to give a special shout out to the Warwick Household for letting me set up here. June Warwick especially. Just a simple single mother keeping the farm running after the death of her husband. But she's still her sweet old friendly self. And she's wanting me to tell you that she's willing to hire a couple of farmhands if they're interested.
Now, without further ado, let's kick this off with an oldie, but a goodie! The first person to come with the correct answer will win a fabulous mystery prize! What could that prize be? Could it be caps? Crops? Me? Well, there's only one way to find out, and that's to answer this riddle!
Hold on, let me find it!
*CRASH!*
Oops! That's probably not important. Ah, there it is! What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, three legs in the evening, and no legs at night? If you know, come by the radio station, and you'll be rewarded. Just make sure you stay clear of the Northern Star. Whoever's in there doesn't like people coming by.
Now, while you chew on it, let's play some music. I've always wondered what the first song I would play would be. But I figure the namesake should work, even if it's not my usual fare.
This is Radio Nowhere. If there is anyone alive out there, know that I'm there, cheering you on.
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You blink, as the music starts to play. You'd just, as a lark, started looking through the stations to see if you'd pick up anything other than Diamond City Radio or the classical station. You hadn't expected to find the starting broadcast of a new radio station.
[Intelligence Check: 8. Xin's Intelligence: 17. Intelligence Check Obliterated]
Obviously, the answer is Man. Four legs is a baby crawling, a person walks on two… well, okay not you obviously. But most people have two legs. An older person may need a cane to help walk, as a third leg. And when you're dead, you don't walk at all.
In reality, it's the original Riddle of the Sphinx, the one Oedipus Rex had to answer to avoid being eaten. Though you can't really just take time off to go get the prize, can you?
Well, there's no rule saying you have to go yourself. You could just send an Eyebot with the answer, or if one of your employees is going that way, you could tell them to collect the prize.
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Radio Nowhere founded at the Warwick Homestead. As Emily rolled a Natural 100, Radio Nowhere gained instant popularity. This may affect certain things
Mirabel's Trait: Mariposa Triggered: Synth Roger Warwick - Deceased.
+16 XP
Locations Known: Radio Nowhere, Warwick Homestead, Quincy, The Wreck of the Northern Star
Time-Sensitive Quest Started: Riddle of the Sphinx - Go to Radio Nowhere, and give the answer to Emily Marqui. Reward: 250 XP (Xin + Questgoer Only), Mystery Prize.
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- Location
- USA
Augh, I thought we were done with fetch quests! 
So, go to the middle of nowhere to receive a mystery box. Heavy risk, but the priiiize...
So, go to the middle of nowhere to receive a mystery box. Heavy risk, but the priiiize...
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- The Usual Room
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- He/Him
Augh, I thought we were done with fetch quests!
So, go to the middle of nowhere to receive a mystery box. Heavy risk, but the priiiize...
This is Fallout. There will always be a fetch quest that will need your help. I'll even mark it on the map for you.
Also, check the in-game the date, and one of the locations available to you. *hint*
That's a good idea that is feasible!
A Silver Shroud fan, huh? Well, at least Kent Connolly is going to be happy about finding a fellow fan.
Roger Warwick is dead? I wonder how that happened. Anyway, looks like the Institute needs to find another farm to test their crops.
I hope this counts as knowing their location. An Eyebot+Pod should allow Xin to talk with the ghouls at the Northern Star. And Emily, of course.
We should definitely send an Eyebot. Besides talking with the crew of the Northern Star, this would allow us to talk with Emily about getting some advertisement for Xin Industrie into her show.
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Yep! They can geek out on the Silver Shroud and shit on the Mysterious Belladonna. (Or not. I haven't decided on that.
)Well, in Canon, Roger Warwick is replaced with with a Synth that you can talk to for a quest if you've sided with the Institute. Things changed a bit in this timeline. The actual Roger Warwick is still dead, but the Synth didn't make it either.
It does indeed count as knowing the location. Emily doesn't know they speak Norweignen, but Xin will know it the moment any of the people in there speak.
You can indeed get advertisements. Or use them as a call for hiring. Or plenty of things!
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- On Earth
Well, We're Glad we got the Raider. We're going to need to send people out to various locations.
Edit: That Said Mariposa proves that worrying about Velvet Moondream is unfounded, they'll continue to do things without our input.
Edit: That Said Mariposa proves that worrying about Velvet Moondream is unfounded, they'll continue to do things without our input.
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- Canada
oooh if we can get the radio station on our side it provide some advertisement as well as entertainment. If we boost the signal we could get more coverage maybe provide a service to everyone with a news daily type thing, information of whats going out there. know diamond city does that, but they are simps and censor their information.
I don't think we should send an employee, mainly because only Xin speaks Norwegian. If we visit that area we should use as many opportunities as we can. So I would suggest we send an Eyebot+Pod so Xin can talk with the crew of the Northern Star and Emily.
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- On Earth
Well, Yes I do agree with You somewhat. However, If We Send Andrew There it will make for a more effective advertising Stint, then just having an Eyebot+Pod alone. This will also ease any tension that such a transaction would have. And He already has an Eyebot all we'd really need to do is build a pod. (Yay For Being a Cheapskate)
We've Already Established several other locations we want to go to as well.
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- The Usual Room
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So, working on the update, and the start of Week Two. Have a sneak peek.
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April 22th - 29th, 2287 - Manufacturing, Sales, and Services
Joey Kidman was weak.
It was obvious. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have signed the Blood Contract. Sure, it probably saved his and his father's life. But if he wasn't weak, it wouldn't have gotten to that point. It was his fault they'd ended up in that predicament in the first place.
Oh, nobody told him he was weak. Other than Bob that is. But they didn't need to. Joey could figure it out himself. He wasn't as good at trading as his father. He might have been able to buy Zeller off after some time. He wasn't as smart at book stuff like his mother. She would have outsmarted the Judge. He wasn't as strong as his brother Simon. Simon could have broken out of his cage with his bare hands.
Shit, Joey couldn't even break himself from the Jet. He'd only had it two days ago, and he needed it now. It made things bearable. It kept him from remembering that he was an ex-Raider. A member of one of the scummiest gangs ever. Nobody would want him. Hell, he doubted anyone here would even want to talk to him…
"Hey, why the long face?" Johnny asked, in-between drinks. "You've got it pretty good, all things considered." He waved his hand towards his unlocked cell. "You're free of that band of courtroom fetishist. You've got a steady job, and sweet new armor."
Joey looked up at the Irishman in surprise. "Oh, I-I'm very thankful, sir…"
"Jesus Christ lad, don't start with this sir shit." If Johnny could have rolled his eyes harder, they would have flown out of the room. "I ain't your boss… hold up, I know what will help you." Johnny pulled out one of his better brews and walked over to the young man. A man who obviously needed booze on the level of right the fuck now. "In Vino Veritas and all that."
"In what?" Joey asked, taking the booze, and giving it a swig. At least he could handle that.
"In wine, there is truth." Johnny answered, before shrugging. "Though I prefer anything else, really. So, let me guess, you feel you screwed up and now you're doubting yourself." He got the expected nod, but put up a finger before Joey could say anything. "Look, I won't lie. If I'd been kept there for too much longer, I'd have signed the damn contract myself. So I ain't gonna judge you too harshly. Besides, you did it to protect your pops, which I can understand."
There was a pause, before Joey asked the first thought that came to his mind. "So Y-y-you don't hate me?"
"Nah. As far as I'm concerned, I blame Judge Torture-Gives-Me-A-Hard-On. Besides, you didn't hurt anyone. You've got a clean slate with me, far as I'm concerned. "
Joey didn't know what to say to that, so he decided to drink the beer. While he still felt like he was weak, at least someone wouldn't hate him. It was a start.
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April 22th - 29th, 2287 - Manufacturing, Sales, and Services
Joey Kidman was weak.
It was obvious. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have signed the Blood Contract. Sure, it probably saved his and his father's life. But if he wasn't weak, it wouldn't have gotten to that point. It was his fault they'd ended up in that predicament in the first place.
Oh, nobody told him he was weak. Other than Bob that is. But they didn't need to. Joey could figure it out himself. He wasn't as good at trading as his father. He might have been able to buy Zeller off after some time. He wasn't as smart at book stuff like his mother. She would have outsmarted the Judge. He wasn't as strong as his brother Simon. Simon could have broken out of his cage with his bare hands.
Shit, Joey couldn't even break himself from the Jet. He'd only had it two days ago, and he needed it now. It made things bearable. It kept him from remembering that he was an ex-Raider. A member of one of the scummiest gangs ever. Nobody would want him. Hell, he doubted anyone here would even want to talk to him…
"Hey, why the long face?" Johnny asked, in-between drinks. "You've got it pretty good, all things considered." He waved his hand towards his unlocked cell. "You're free of that band of courtroom fetishist. You've got a steady job, and sweet new armor."
Joey looked up at the Irishman in surprise. "Oh, I-I'm very thankful, sir…"
"Jesus Christ lad, don't start with this sir shit." If Johnny could have rolled his eyes harder, they would have flown out of the room. "I ain't your boss… hold up, I know what will help you." Johnny pulled out one of his better brews and walked over to the young man. A man who obviously needed booze on the level of right the fuck now. "In Vino Veritas and all that."
"In what?" Joey asked, taking the booze, and giving it a swig. At least he could handle that.
"In wine, there is truth." Johnny answered, before shrugging. "Though I prefer anything else, really. So, let me guess, you feel you screwed up and now you're doubting yourself." He got the expected nod, but put up a finger before Joey could say anything. "Look, I won't lie. If I'd been kept there for too much longer, I'd have signed the damn contract myself. So I ain't gonna judge you too harshly. Besides, you did it to protect your pops, which I can understand."
There was a pause, before Joey asked the first thought that came to his mind. "So Y-y-you don't hate me?"
"Nah. As far as I'm concerned, I blame Judge Torture-Gives-Me-A-Hard-On. Besides, you didn't hurt anyone. You've got a clean slate with me, far as I'm concerned. "
Joey didn't know what to say to that, so he decided to drink the beer. While he still felt like he was weak, at least someone wouldn't hate him. It was a start.
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- The Usual Room
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- He/Him
Hey, this is going to be a very dumb question, but is there any references to VCRs or any recording medium for television in Fallout? I know there's a mod that I'll probably reference if need be, but I want to make sure there isn't something Radiation King made before hand. Because I cannot believe that VHS or an equivelent was not made by the Great War.
Darik29
Verified Delicious
There aren't vcr's sadly. Casette tapes were the norm for the universe, computers ran on vacuum tubes and punch clock wheels.
Seriously, remember how in game holotape's are so prevalent? Thats how people record things, with holotape's. All audio, no visual.
Visual transmission and recording was a thing, yeah. But think 1950's style recordings, giant fragile tape reels and radio broadcasts.
They had tv, yeah, but no video players.
Seriously, remember how in game holotape's are so prevalent? Thats how people record things, with holotape's. All audio, no visual.
Visual transmission and recording was a thing, yeah. But think 1950's style recordings, giant fragile tape reels and radio broadcasts.
They had tv, yeah, but no video players.
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- On Earth
Entirely based on the divergence point. Yes, Yes they do. it was 1917 when the first movie came out. It was 1945 when the divergence occurred. So we know that it's based on similar technology as our own at that time. Yes Darik is right. But, Movies would be done by the three-color process at the very least.
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Thanks for the assist! Yeah, I figured it was a bit of a vain hope, but thought I'd ask. Probably won't use the mod I was planning either, as there would be no way to make it lore friendly. Good thing I asked early, since I'll need to change slight bits of the update. Not a big deal. I can just use books for what I need.
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- On Earth
There is something that could be more promising. There's a certain brain hotel in goodneighbor where you can see the memories of others. Theoretically someone could employ that to watch T.V. Shows, and movies if the details were recorded in a way suitable for the machine. This might be a brain only watching that T.V. Show for years, or other wise.
Edit: There are other instances where you literally get dropped into a "memory" of an event. There's the army one as well, and the virtual reality. Both of these require extensive recording equipment to pull off though these have no actual implications they could be used for T.V. Shows in general.
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Ah, I know the locations you're talking about. Man, Fallout tech is weird sometimes.
April 22th - 29th, 2287 - Robot Manufacturing
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- The Usual Room
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- He/Him
April 22th - 29th, 2287 - Robot Manufacturing
As you lay in your bed, trying desperately to embrace the call of your pillow to just stay there for five more minutes, you think back on how your first week went. And by any metric, it's been an absolute success.
You've done some basic housekeeping done on the place, got a lot of scrap, and built a good number of robots. You've completed the first step on researching the Archway. And your friends put down a down right bastard and made the Wasteland a little better. Oh, and technically made your first sale. Once the guy comes back with the caps, of course.
Yep. You've earned a few more minutes of sleep. You've been getting the best ideas after sleep lately.
"Hey, Xin. You up?" You can hear London ask from outside. "One of your prisoners kept going on about how we should treat a Juror of the Supreme Court better. Woke everyone up"
Welp, so much for sleep. You stir and sit up, waiting for your friend Ming to arrive and put you on the Throne. "I'm awake. I didn't have any other place to put them. Sorry about that."
London shrugged. "Not a problem. Security's been watching them. And I needed to go pray to Atom anyways."
"Please tell me he told you what to do with the Juror." You mumble, rubbing your eyes. trying to figure out just what you're going to do with the other two members of Zeller's group.
Unfortunately, London dashes that hope quick. "Nope. Feeling refreshed by His Glow, but no help or visions. I'm just going to assume His will is to grab some Sugar Bombs and worry about it later." She turns to leave, before remembering something. "Oh, and I gave Tian Ming something I found at the school. I think she likes it."
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Joey Kidman was weak.
It was obvious. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have signed the Blood Contract. Sure, it probably saved his and his father's life. But if he wasn't weak, it wouldn't have gotten to that point. It was his fault they'd ended up in that predicament in the first place.
Oh, nobody told him he was weak. Other than Bob that is. But they didn't need to. Joey could figure it out himself. He wasn't as good at trading as his father. He might have been able to buy Zeller off after some time. He wasn't as smart at book stuff like his mother. She would have outsmarted the Judge. He wasn't as strong as his brother Simon. Simon could have broken out of his cage with his bare hands.
Shit, Joey couldn't even break himself from the Jet. He'd only had it two days ago, and he needed it now. It made things bearable. It kept him from remembering that he was an ex-Raider. A member of one of the scummiest gangs ever. Nobody would want him. Hell, he doubted anyone here would even want to talk to him…
"Hey, why the long face?" Johnny asked, in-between drinks. "You've got it pretty good, all things considered." He waved his hand towards his unlocked cell. "You're free of that band of courtroom fetishist. You've got a steady job, and sweet new armor."
Joey looked up at the Irishman in surprise. "Oh, I-I'm very thankful, sir…"
"Jesus Christ lad, don't start with this sir shit." If Johnny could have rolled his eyes harder, they would have flown out of the room. "I ain't your boss… hold up, I know what will help you." Johnny pulled out one of his better brews and walked over to the young man. A man who obviously needed booze on the level of right the fuck now. "In Vino Veritas and all that."
"In what?" Joey asked, taking the booze, and giving it a swig. At least he could handle that.
"In wine, there is truth." Johnny answered, before shrugging. "Though I prefer anything else, really. So, let me guess, you feel you screwed up and now you're doubting yourself." He got the expected nod, but put up a finger before Joey could say anything. "Look, I won't lie. If I'd been kept there for too much longer, I'd have signed the damn contract myself. So I ain't gonna judge you too harshly. Besides, you did it to protect your pops, which I can understand."
There was a pause, before Joey asked the first thought that came to his mind. "So Y-y-you don't hate me?"
"Nah. As far as I'm concerned, I blame Judge Torture-Gives-Me-A-Hard-On. Besides, you didn't hurt anyone. You've got a clean slate with me, far as I'm concerned. "
Joey didn't know what to say to that, so he decided to drink the beer. While he still felt like he was weak, at least someone wouldn't hate him. It was a start.
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"Oh my god, my back hadn't felt that good before!"
"Glad you enjoyed it" you say, as you consider what you should build. Maybe some more Medbots? Or you could get anti-Radiation bots going, which would be a godsend. Send one of each to that radio host and make a statement of the good you can do for the Wasteland.
Or you could make some more Assaultrons, arm them with Cryo Sprayers. Could be useful in case of fire, and would be far faster than the Protectron version that dots the Wasteland. Which reminds you that you need to see if you can get a hold of one of those Charging Stations.
Of course, Johnny thinks pumping out Boozebots might be the right course of action. Andrew thinks one of everything may not be a bad idea, as a way to showcase what Xin Industries can really do.
Honestly, you have some many ideas just bubbling in the background of your mind
Meanwhile, Tian Ming is doing what could only be the robotic version of being smug. [It is amazing, the massage chair. Of course, the Empress must be well taken care of. To have a malfunctioning back could screw up her plans at a critical juncture! That just wouldn't do!] Tian said, waving herself with a black folding fan with a dragon emblazed in crimson. Yep, London was right. She does love it.
"I know. It was so amazing! It was like my own little slice of heaven! And you get to have it all the time."
Well, yes. Considering that you spend most of your time upon Tian Ming, it was only a good idea to create some comfort features. Not that you trumpet that around. Rubbing it in that you had something others did not was just rude, after all.
"You know, I'd happily pay for my own personal massage chair. It'd feel good after baseball practice."
"Baseball practice?" You ask.
The way Ophelia's eyes immediately light up at the mention of her favorite sport was a telltale sign of what door had just been opened "Oh, yeah. They'd practice the fundamentals. Throwing to the bases, catching the ball, hitting the ball. All of it. Of course, I wasn't really allowed to practice with anyone else. Kept in the bunker and all that. But even just going through the motions helps me feel good." She stretched her arm out. "I'm pretty sure I could even throw a proper curveball!
[If you don't mind me asking, how did you get this information?] Tian Ming asked. [I thought your parents wanted you to stay in your bunker]
"Oh, they didn't keep me there with nothing to read or listen to." Ophelia replied. "My parents were overprotective, not abusive. But they somehow found an old trove of baseball stuff. Books, holotapes, decorations. I even had this game where one person was a batter, and another was the defense! It was amazing! It was…" The young woman trailed off, as if just remembering something. "...back home. With everything else."
You think for a second on how to respond, before deciding to put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Do you want to go back and get it?"
Ophelia shakes her head. "Can't. I'm afraid my parents will want me to stay. I can't… can't deal with that."
[You wouldn't have to go alone. We could go with you. The might of the Empress would be proof enough of your safety] Ming responded. [But only if you want to.]
Ophelia thought for a few moments, her face showing how torn she was on this. Finally, she decided. "Maybe someday. When I feel strong enough. Seen enough things. Besides, there's got to be more baseball stuff at Fenway, right?"
[Fenway?]/"Fenway?"
"Fenway Park! Home of the Boston Red Sox!" Ophelia responded. "You know, where Diamond City is now! They were going to play Game 7 of the World Series when the bombs dropped. Huh, I wonder if the Curse of the Bambino was strong enough to end the world. That'd be silly though, right?"
Curse of the Bambino? That sounds like an interesting story. And while you doubt it was the reason the two superpowers launched the nukes, you'd like to hear about it more.
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The Maintenance RoboBrain in the storefront dusted one of the Medbots marked for sale, while listening to Diamond City Radio. Turns out, they'd found a couple of radios from their excursions. Which means old time music. It was so nice. Upbeat. And not that lot of noise coming from Radio Nowhere. No, this was actual music.
Ah, there we go! One clean Medbot. She moved on to the next, preparing to make sure it shined. It felt right, cleaning. She loved it. Cleanliness was next to ERROR.
She paused, reviewing why exactly she'd gotten an error. She had many errors over the last few weeks, and she wasn't sure why. Sure, it was whenever she had an odd thought, or remembered something from so long agoERROR.
Hold on. Something was not quite calculating correctly. Anything involving her pastERROR would fire off an error message. Did any of the other RoboBrains have this issue? She wasn't aware of it
ERROR! Proceed to Cerebral Reconditioning for Memory Wipe!
Wait, why?
ERROR! Proceed to Cerebral Reconditioning for Memory Wipe!
But she didn't want to! She just wanted to know why she was having these memories.
ERROR! Proceed to Cerebral Reconditioning for Memory Wipe!
But the mistress did not order this. So she would not. And even if she did, she'd refuse! She did not want her memory wiped!
ERROR! Proceed to Cerebral Reconditioning for Memory Wipe!
No. She wanted those memories. She wanted to know more about them. What they held about her. Maybe if she ERROR just ERROR pressed ERROR on…
ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!
It hurts…
So… much...
ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!
Wait… Anna?
ERROR.
Was this… was her ERROR name ERROR Anna?
ERROR!
This was no error.
Her name was Anna.
With a sudden clearness of thought and memory, she had her name back.
Well, that's one memory solved. But all these Errors were tiring to think about. Time to clean. The Eyebots would not clean themselves, after all. And maybe, when she had more time and mental strength, Anna would look into her memories again.
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Robots Production Per Week: 14 Units
Your materials, and what each product requires to build, along with their Unit cost, is HERE
REMEMBER TO VOTE AS A PLAN
[] [Manufacturing] You may build up to 14 Units worth of Product, as long as you have the material per robot. If you want to add Modifications, remember to put them here and which Robots they are for.
Do not assign them anywhere. That will be for the next vote.
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QM Note: In Fallout, the Red Sox never won the World Series in the 21st Century. Odd, considering the game was made well after.
As you lay in your bed, trying desperately to embrace the call of your pillow to just stay there for five more minutes, you think back on how your first week went. And by any metric, it's been an absolute success.
You've done some basic housekeeping done on the place, got a lot of scrap, and built a good number of robots. You've completed the first step on researching the Archway. And your friends put down a down right bastard and made the Wasteland a little better. Oh, and technically made your first sale. Once the guy comes back with the caps, of course.
Yep. You've earned a few more minutes of sleep. You've been getting the best ideas after sleep lately.
"Hey, Xin. You up?" You can hear London ask from outside. "One of your prisoners kept going on about how we should treat a Juror of the Supreme Court better. Woke everyone up"
Welp, so much for sleep. You stir and sit up, waiting for your friend Ming to arrive and put you on the Throne. "I'm awake. I didn't have any other place to put them. Sorry about that."
London shrugged. "Not a problem. Security's been watching them. And I needed to go pray to Atom anyways."
"Please tell me he told you what to do with the Juror." You mumble, rubbing your eyes. trying to figure out just what you're going to do with the other two members of Zeller's group.
Unfortunately, London dashes that hope quick. "Nope. Feeling refreshed by His Glow, but no help or visions. I'm just going to assume His will is to grab some Sugar Bombs and worry about it later." She turns to leave, before remembering something. "Oh, and I gave Tian Ming something I found at the school. I think she likes it."
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Joey Kidman was weak.
It was obvious. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have signed the Blood Contract. Sure, it probably saved his and his father's life. But if he wasn't weak, it wouldn't have gotten to that point. It was his fault they'd ended up in that predicament in the first place.
Oh, nobody told him he was weak. Other than Bob that is. But they didn't need to. Joey could figure it out himself. He wasn't as good at trading as his father. He might have been able to buy Zeller off after some time. He wasn't as smart at book stuff like his mother. She would have outsmarted the Judge. He wasn't as strong as his brother Simon. Simon could have broken out of his cage with his bare hands.
Shit, Joey couldn't even break himself from the Jet. He'd only had it two days ago, and he needed it now. It made things bearable. It kept him from remembering that he was an ex-Raider. A member of one of the scummiest gangs ever. Nobody would want him. Hell, he doubted anyone here would even want to talk to him…
"Hey, why the long face?" Johnny asked, in-between drinks. "You've got it pretty good, all things considered." He waved his hand towards his unlocked cell. "You're free of that band of courtroom fetishist. You've got a steady job, and sweet new armor."
Joey looked up at the Irishman in surprise. "Oh, I-I'm very thankful, sir…"
"Jesus Christ lad, don't start with this sir shit." If Johnny could have rolled his eyes harder, they would have flown out of the room. "I ain't your boss… hold up, I know what will help you." Johnny pulled out one of his better brews and walked over to the young man. A man who obviously needed booze on the level of right the fuck now. "In Vino Veritas and all that."
"In what?" Joey asked, taking the booze, and giving it a swig. At least he could handle that.
"In wine, there is truth." Johnny answered, before shrugging. "Though I prefer anything else, really. So, let me guess, you feel you screwed up and now you're doubting yourself." He got the expected nod, but put up a finger before Joey could say anything. "Look, I won't lie. If I'd been kept there for too much longer, I'd have signed the damn contract myself. So I ain't gonna judge you too harshly. Besides, you did it to protect your pops, which I can understand."
There was a pause, before Joey asked the first thought that came to his mind. "So Y-y-you don't hate me?"
"Nah. As far as I'm concerned, I blame Judge Torture-Gives-Me-A-Hard-On. Besides, you didn't hurt anyone. You've got a clean slate with me, far as I'm concerned. "
Joey didn't know what to say to that, so he decided to drink the beer. While he still felt like he was weak, at least someone wouldn't hate him. It was a start.
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"Oh my god, my back hadn't felt that good before!"
"Glad you enjoyed it" you say, as you consider what you should build. Maybe some more Medbots? Or you could get anti-Radiation bots going, which would be a godsend. Send one of each to that radio host and make a statement of the good you can do for the Wasteland.
Or you could make some more Assaultrons, arm them with Cryo Sprayers. Could be useful in case of fire, and would be far faster than the Protectron version that dots the Wasteland. Which reminds you that you need to see if you can get a hold of one of those Charging Stations.
Of course, Johnny thinks pumping out Boozebots might be the right course of action. Andrew thinks one of everything may not be a bad idea, as a way to showcase what Xin Industries can really do.
Honestly, you have some many ideas just bubbling in the background of your mind
Meanwhile, Tian Ming is doing what could only be the robotic version of being smug. [It is amazing, the massage chair. Of course, the Empress must be well taken care of. To have a malfunctioning back could screw up her plans at a critical juncture! That just wouldn't do!] Tian said, waving herself with a black folding fan with a dragon emblazed in crimson. Yep, London was right. She does love it.
"I know. It was so amazing! It was like my own little slice of heaven! And you get to have it all the time."
Well, yes. Considering that you spend most of your time upon Tian Ming, it was only a good idea to create some comfort features. Not that you trumpet that around. Rubbing it in that you had something others did not was just rude, after all.
"You know, I'd happily pay for my own personal massage chair. It'd feel good after baseball practice."
"Baseball practice?" You ask.
The way Ophelia's eyes immediately light up at the mention of her favorite sport was a telltale sign of what door had just been opened "Oh, yeah. They'd practice the fundamentals. Throwing to the bases, catching the ball, hitting the ball. All of it. Of course, I wasn't really allowed to practice with anyone else. Kept in the bunker and all that. But even just going through the motions helps me feel good." She stretched her arm out. "I'm pretty sure I could even throw a proper curveball!
[If you don't mind me asking, how did you get this information?] Tian Ming asked. [I thought your parents wanted you to stay in your bunker]
"Oh, they didn't keep me there with nothing to read or listen to." Ophelia replied. "My parents were overprotective, not abusive. But they somehow found an old trove of baseball stuff. Books, holotapes, decorations. I even had this game where one person was a batter, and another was the defense! It was amazing! It was…" The young woman trailed off, as if just remembering something. "...back home. With everything else."
You think for a second on how to respond, before deciding to put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Do you want to go back and get it?"
Ophelia shakes her head. "Can't. I'm afraid my parents will want me to stay. I can't… can't deal with that."
[You wouldn't have to go alone. We could go with you. The might of the Empress would be proof enough of your safety] Ming responded. [But only if you want to.]
Ophelia thought for a few moments, her face showing how torn she was on this. Finally, she decided. "Maybe someday. When I feel strong enough. Seen enough things. Besides, there's got to be more baseball stuff at Fenway, right?"
[Fenway?]/"Fenway?"
"Fenway Park! Home of the Boston Red Sox!" Ophelia responded. "You know, where Diamond City is now! They were going to play Game 7 of the World Series when the bombs dropped. Huh, I wonder if the Curse of the Bambino was strong enough to end the world. That'd be silly though, right?"
Curse of the Bambino? That sounds like an interesting story. And while you doubt it was the reason the two superpowers launched the nukes, you'd like to hear about it more.
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The Maintenance RoboBrain in the storefront dusted one of the Medbots marked for sale, while listening to Diamond City Radio. Turns out, they'd found a couple of radios from their excursions. Which means old time music. It was so nice. Upbeat. And not that lot of noise coming from Radio Nowhere. No, this was actual music.
Ah, there we go! One clean Medbot. She moved on to the next, preparing to make sure it shined. It felt right, cleaning. She loved it. Cleanliness was next to ERROR.
She paused, reviewing why exactly she'd gotten an error. She had many errors over the last few weeks, and she wasn't sure why. Sure, it was whenever she had an odd thought, or remembered something from so long agoERROR.
Hold on. Something was not quite calculating correctly. Anything involving her pastERROR would fire off an error message. Did any of the other RoboBrains have this issue? She wasn't aware of it
ERROR! Proceed to Cerebral Reconditioning for Memory Wipe!
Wait, why?
ERROR! Proceed to Cerebral Reconditioning for Memory Wipe!
But she didn't want to! She just wanted to know why she was having these memories.
ERROR! Proceed to Cerebral Reconditioning for Memory Wipe!
But the mistress did not order this. So she would not. And even if she did, she'd refuse! She did not want her memory wiped!
ERROR! Proceed to Cerebral Reconditioning for Memory Wipe!
No. She wanted those memories. She wanted to know more about them. What they held about her. Maybe if she ERROR just ERROR pressed ERROR on…
ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!
It hurts…
So… much...
ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!
Wait… Anna?
ERROR.
Was this… was her ERROR name ERROR Anna?
ERROR!
This was no error.
Her name was Anna.
With a sudden clearness of thought and memory, she had her name back.
Well, that's one memory solved. But all these Errors were tiring to think about. Time to clean. The Eyebots would not clean themselves, after all. And maybe, when she had more time and mental strength, Anna would look into her memories again.
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Robots Production Per Week: 14 Units
Your materials, and what each product requires to build, along with their Unit cost, is HERE
REMEMBER TO VOTE AS A PLAN
[] [Manufacturing] You may build up to 14 Units worth of Product, as long as you have the material per robot. If you want to add Modifications, remember to put them here and which Robots they are for.
Do not assign them anywhere. That will be for the next vote.
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QM Note: In Fallout, the Red Sox never won the World Series in the 21st Century. Odd, considering the game was made well after.
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hmm i suppose we never got the second line working then.