There's an image of the Courier posted later in the chapter, it comes with descriptions of her build. I'm only using the general image, not those specific skills in particular, for Maryanne. She does specialize in talking and vaporizing, though. That picture is actually scarily accurate to how I played her.
Making Headway Through the Multiverse 1.0
Location: Buffalo, New York, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, Earth-0 (Earth-Prime)
Date: Tuesday, June 21, 2016
"...no, sir, like I said, we don't have the Wasteland tie-in comics. I'm sorry, but there've been a lot of people in here asking for them, and we ran out a few days ago," you repeat yourself, giving your best sympathetic look towards the customer. Customer's always right, you mentally repeat to yourself in a madness mantra of sorts.
The man on the other side of the counter scoffs at you. "Yeah, right. I know a guy who works in one of these, you know! You've got a whole stack right back there, and when you get the chance, you're going to ratchet up the price!"
What? You blink. "I...I can assure you that's not the case."
"And I'm supposed to believe you? Come on, show me the back, if you've got nothing to hide."
Resist the urge to facepalm. Find it in your heart, Blair. Customer's always right. "I'm the only one here, sir. I can't leave the store unattended," you reply, pointing to a few people browsing, seemingly unaware or uninterested in your...disagreement. "You're going to have to trust me."
He rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Do you at least have May's issues of for Spire and Lionheart?"
"Spire's sold out-" you pointedly ignore his second eyeroll, "-but we have the Lionheart trade with the other new arrivals."
"The trade? But I didn't ask for the trade, I asked for the latest issue! Thirty-five! Thur-tee-fihve!" he smacks his fist against his hand, enunciating the number as if she was a small child.
Dick. "Sir, Marker Comics releases their titles in trades every five months. As such, it takes another week for them to release the comic in print form. Their publishing policy, blame Mark Witzel."
"Oh," he says, momentarily abashed. You allow yourself a split second of satisfaction, before he scowls at you. "How was I supposed to know that?"
"I...I don't know, sir," you say, giving up. Customer's always right, Blair. Eight more months, you get to be a lawyer. Customer's always right, Blair. "Have you tried the Batman reboot, if what you wanted isn't available? Detective Comics is attempting a comeback, you could always try starting with their flagship title, or maybe-"
Ah. He's walking away. Well, whatever. A more sensible person came in, purchasing the Ether Cannon graphic novel, and after a few hours of dead time, your shift was over. It wasn't really late, six o'clock, but retail work always drains you close to your limit. Eight more months, you remind yourself. It would probably look a bit odd from an outside perspective, but repetition helped you. Helped stabilize yourself. Made sure that you kept yourself relatively sane.
That was how the world worked if you were a decent human being. You work your ass off for other people, then eventually, if you're good enough, hardworking enough, and you know the right people, you succeed. You allow a fantasy of your own home and family to flash through your head, before shaking yourself back to reality.
Of course, that lasts as long as it takes for you to remember the last episode of Scarletta Streak, the episode where she temporarily unlocks the ability of flight. You feel a pang of depression, but shake that off. You think it's a thing all nerds do. You feel sad that you don't have superpowers, and never will.
Fantasies aren't healthy, Blair, you remind yourself. You do your best to clean up the obvious messes the customers have so generously left you, bring the trash to the dumpster out back, move the cash from the register in the safe, and after completing a few other menial yet necessary tasks, you turn the key to lock Biff's Comic Shack.
Time to head home, and not a moment too-
Location: Goodsprings, Mojave Wasteland, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, Earth-1 (Fallout: New Vegas)
Date: Saturday, October 19, 2281
-soon?
You look around. You...aren't in Buffalo anymore. None of the slightly run down buildings common to the city's east side, no modern buildings at all from the looks of it. They're all...
wood, with some dirty glass windows here and there. Um...is that a saloon? Like from a cowboy movie?
You pinch yourself. Ow. Okay, so definitely not dreaming. You can clearly see your hand, too, so extra proof. Oh God! This is exactly like Spire! Girl gets dropped into fantasy world, gets superpowers and a hot boyfriend...and has to witness massive death and destruction and gore. Okay, so, there was a reason you never really wanted to be a superheroine- wait.
You're focusing on the wrong thing here. You take a look around. Whatever this place is, it's got a couple dozen of those weird wooden buildings- well, okay, they aren't that weird, but they look a bit odd to someone who was raised in Buffalo her whole life- and you guess that means it probably has a hundred or two people. You guess. You suppose you aren't exactly very good at guessing demographics.
It's the evening, and you...are in an alley. That must be why the locals, dressed in the weird farm-style
clothes that they are (okay, really, really, not in Buffalo), haven't noticed you. You dodge back into the alley- ew, ew, ew! That's a big bug! Ah! It's a giant
cockroach! Ee!
You resist the urge to squeal girlishly, desperately clinging to your tomboy roots, and thinking fast, you grab a loose piece of wood. Dammit, it looks flimsy! Oh, be honest with yourself, Blair, how the hell would you know? What do you know about wood in weird wooden Wild West towns with giant fakking cockroaches!
Unfortunately, you seem to have alerted it to your presence with your inelegant reaction. It leaps- leaps!- at you with a terrifying force, and, desperately calling upon your memories of your one year of softball, you smack it as hard as possible. It makes a disgusting squelching noise as the wood smashes in its skull. You open your eyes, not having even realized they were close. You feel an odd tingling feeling, as if a bit of potential had just been awakened within you.
Oh God. What the hell is going on? You stare at the creature's corpse, with no small bit of revulsion, and you nearly vomit as several dozen smaller cockroaches emerge from the abomination's stomach, literally ripping out from their...mother?'s sides. "Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh," you say, in a very intelligent manner.
You back away from the guts- oh God it's on your arm, ew!- and hastily rub some of it off on your arm, backing away slowly. "You okay there? Looks like that radroach gave you a scare," a
woman with a profoundly odd accent asks. Her dog growls suspiciously at you, and she strokes its chin, drawing it back, murmuring something under her breath.
She's an attractive person, in a rough sort of way. She's a tan woman in her mid-twenties, with tightly trimmed dirty red hair, and you can't tell if it's naturally that way, or if she's just so accustomed to this environment. The woman's wearing some kind of armor, made of something you think might be leather.
"Uh, yeah," you reply lamely, trying not to focus on the...radroach's guts. Should you ask what a radroach is? It didn't look very radical, but you don't know what else rad could mean. "What...what was that thing?"
The woman sighs. "Great. Another one," she mumbles. Seeing your confusion, she continues. "Doc Mitchell- uh, that's our town's doctor- he found some lady in a shallow grave by the cemetery. A courier, I think. Involved in some real crazy shit. But that don't matter. How in the same hell do you not know what a goddamn radroach is?"
"I...I'm not from here?"
The woman snorts. "If by here, you mean Planet Earth, then sure, I believe ya," she says, shaking her head. "So. I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Sunny. Sunny Smiles. This is my girl, Cheyenne," she says, gesturing to the dog. You aren't good with dog breeds, but you think that's a...oh, who are you kidding, you have no idea. A mutt, maybe? Yeah, you definitely aren't saying that to this woman's face. She has a pretty big gun- how did you not notice that? What the fuck kind of place is this?
Sunny notices you staring, and is about to say something. You absolutely do not want to have that kind of conversation, so you preemptively interrupt her. "Uh, I'm Blair. Blair Hartfield."
"Nice ta meet ya. Listen, I gotta go, but you, uh, you take care of yourself now."
"Will do," you reply almost instantly. Fuck, that was weird. This whole situation is weird. You pinch yourself again, before looking at the radroach. Radroach...she never really explained what that thing was.
You can turn into one now. Wait, what? Yeah, with enough training, you're fairly certain you could morph into a radroach. Um, how do you know this all of a sudden? Oh, and not to mention the improvised weapons and the blunt weapons deal thanks to that use of the piece of timber.
It's because you've been gifted the power of Headway, which allows the acquisition and rapid training of skills and the ability to take powers and forms from defeated enemies, among others. It also apparently can flood you with information related to itself. "Oh. Oh wow," you mutter, clutching your head. That...that- wow.
You look over to Sunny. Her and her dog are strolling along at a leisurely pace, and you belatedly notice the skinned corpse of some
reptile that she's lugging along. Wow. This place...you look around. It's a desert. Do reptiles live in the desert? Reptiles that big? You don't actually know. That...you shake yourself out of that stupor.
This place, wherever you've been sent, is weird. That's an established fact. Okay, build from there. What do you know, Blair? This place is probably Earth. The writing on the buildings in English, and you belatedly notice neon signs on the saloon. So you're pretty sure that rules out time travel, unless this is like a post-apocalypse thing. Like Wasteland or Downfall or (you conceal a shudder) Hista.
There are giant cockroaches. Speaking of which, you take another look at your arm, futilely attempting to wipe off splattered guts. After a few moments, you give up. Great. Your work uniform is ruined. Biff is going to be pissed. If you ever get back to Buffalo. The thought of your parents makes you suffer a sudden pang of sorrow.
No. Come on, Blair. Feeling sorry for yourself doesn't get you anywhere. You gotta figure out what to do from here on out. Sunny Smiles mentioned the other woman, the one who was found in a shallow grave. It's as good a place to start as any. You have a desperate hope that she might know something about what happened to you. You jog down to Sunny. "Hey, um, that other woman? The one who was weird like me. Where is she now?"
"The old
schoolhouse. Used to be full of giant mantises, but I guess that courier was going to take care of them. She's got one of those laser pistols."
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
Schoolhouse...does she literally mean...oh, the red brick building with the ancient, tattered fence. That...sort of looks like a schoolhouse. You make your way over there, drawing odd looks from the locals. You guess a t-shirt and jeans aren't exactly common attire here. A schoolhouse, huh? And did she say giant mantises?
God. This place is fucked up. You don't even know what it's called. Hellhole, maybe? Seems fitting. You laugh bitterly. Why couldn't you have gone to one of the nice sci-fi universes? Star Trek? Stars in Our Skies? Star Wars (okay, maybe not that one). Or maybe a fairy tale fantasy world (a Disney one, not a classic one). But no, you get giant bugs. Just great, Blair.
You decide to stop whining once you get to the schoolhouse, and you knock on the door. After a few moments, a blonde woman in a blue jumpsuit with some kind of weird looking gun opens the door, and frowns when she sees you. "Who are you?" she asks, in a similar accent to the one Sunny has.
"Uh, I'm Blair. We're sort of both...weird?"
She narrows her eyes at you. "Maryanne. I got shot in the head last night, so I'm not exactly feeling mighty friendly."
"Oh, oh, yeah, I just...I dunno, you're weird, I'm weird, I figured that…" you trail off, not sure what to say.
"What did you figure?"
"Well...we're both outsiders, and I figured...we could stay together? Mutual support?"
Maryanne relaxes her frown. "I can understand that. You wanna talk inside? I haven't cleaned up the bugs, but there are some clean spaces."
Ew. "Okay, sure," you say, putting on a brave face. You notice that Maryanne hasn't taken her hand off of the pistol.
You enter the schoolhouse. It's a ratty wooden building, with an impressive amount of holes and corpses of giant insects. You can vaguely recognize the ruins of a chalkboard, desks, and a multitude of classroom accoutrements. Oh, and, again, the mantis corpses. You and Maryanne both carefully avoid them.
"So. What's your story?" Maryanne asks. She's a very attractive
woman of above-average height, with barely neck-length shaggy blond hair, tan white skin, full pink lips and green eyes, wearing a blue and yellow jumpsuit that actually looks sort of comfortable.
Why you first? You guess it's her place. Is it? It seems that way. Not that you'd want to live here. A thought occurs to you. You might end up having to, if you're stuck in...whatever this place is. "Well...I'm going to be completely honest with you."
For the first time, Maryanne smiles. It's a wry grin, but it's something. "I certainly hope so."
You blush. "Um, yeah. I...don't think I'm from around here."
"Neither am I, I don't think," Maryanne says.
You frown. "You don't think?"
"Some kinda amnesia. Looks like getting shot in the head does bad stuff to your brain. Who woulda thunk it," she jokes.
Okay, you're really curious about that story. But for now… "I got attacked by a giant roach today. What the hell was that thing? Can you explain that?" you ask.
Maryanne tilts her head to the side. "Radroaches. You know, used to be tiny, radiation made them big? Sorta like those little mantises over there. Or those geckos that keep attacking this place."
Geckos...were those the things Sunny had skinned. Jeez. You remember seeing those little things on a field trip to Disney World, and now they're the size of a ten year old. You shudder, and Maryanne notices. And...radiation? The fuck?
"Now, I don't mean to pry, Blair, but you don't know a basic fact of the wasteland like what radroaches are. Even I know stuff like that, for some forsaken reason. But you, you don't. Why?"
Radiation? How did radiation create those things? That's not how it works! This isn't some Spider-Man comic, this is a real world! After a moment, you're still a bit stuck on that, but you tear yourself away for the sake of the conversation. "I don't think I'm from this world," you finally say.
Fuck it. You aren't going to be able to lie. You're wearing weird clothes, you don't even know where you are, and you don't know a thing about this world. Radiation...a nuclear war, maybe? But the mutation and growth of animals- that's not how radiation works!
"Alien? You look plenty human. So does your body language," Maryanne replies. Her accent, Sunny's accent...you can't really place it. It's a drawl, but not a Southern one. There's emphasis on the wrong syllables, some phrases even sound a bit robotic...you honestly can't place it. Gah. So much to absorb.
"I am human. You know what alternate worlds are, right? Antichthon?" you ask, referencing a TV miniseries about a Counter-Earth. You think that was a real word, anyway.
"In a way. Alternate worlds, maybe. Dunno 'bout this anne-tik-thun."
"I think I come from one."
Maryanne exhales. "Damn."
"Yeah. I know," you say, scratching the back of your head. The two of you sit in silence for a moment, before Maryanne speaks up again.
"So. What's it like on this alternate Earth of yours."
You blink. "Um, well, I come from Buffalo. It's a city in America. New York."
For the first time, Maryanne looks seriously stunned. "You...you come from the pre-war America."
"I...I don't know. I could come from the past, I could come from an alternate timeline. I don't know."
"Why? Did you not have a choice in coming here?"
You shake your head. "I don't even know how I got here. Or where I am."
"Goodsprings. The Mojave Wasteland," Maryanne replies, leaning forward in her chair, a bit of a desk that must have been torn off a long time ago.
"The...the Mojave Wasteland? That's all the way in Nevada! Or...something," you say. Shit, you really should have paid attention in geography class.
"That far from New York?" Maryanne asks, the name of your home state apparently unfamiliar on her lips.
"I...yeah. Across the country," you reply. There's a faded globe on one of the desks, and you point out the distance to her. Maryanne takes a look at the miles to inches ratio, and her eyes widen.
"You really came a long way, Blair. I don't suppose you have any idea how you got here? At all?"
You shake your head. "I...are you any good with combat? Fighting people?"
"I got the laser pistol. Helps me out with the odd...I dunno, radroach or bloatfly or something like that. I usually just talk raiders out of trying to attack me, or better yet, avoid their hideouts altogether."
"Oh. I don't have anything like that, but I think I can still be of use to you somehow. I think more happened to me than just getting sent to-" you look at the giant mantis corpse, which looks it was...stepped on? Yep, Maryanne has green slime on her boots. Okay. "-this place. Goodsprings," you say, the word sour on your lips.
You continue, as Maryanne gives you a 'go on' gesture. Here goes. "I think it's called Headway. When I got here, I ran into a radroach. A giant cockroach, but I guess you know that. When I killed that thing, I...got a tingly feeling. It sort of came with a message. Like I had this power, and I could keep training, and keep taking things down, and I would get stronger for it."
Maryanne stares at you for a moment. "Repeat yourself."
"I'm sorry?" you ask, confused.
She waves her hand. "Repeat yourself."
"U-um, okay," you stammer a bit. "When I came here, I got attacked by a radroach. When I...killed it, I got a tingly feeling. That tingly feeling, I think it carried a message with it. About some kind of power called Headway. Lets me kill or beat things, take their powers, or learn skills and get better. Either way, it involves a lot of training."
"Mmhmm," Maryanne mumbles. "You're telling the truth."
"How- well, I am, but how do you know?" you ask.
"Don't remember much from before those fuckers shot me, but I know I can talk and that I can blast. And I'm really good at talking. That means I know when people are lying to me. You aren't-" she shakes her head slowly, "-crazy as that might sound to say. Speaking of crazy, I don't think you're that, either."
You plaster on a retail smile. "Oh. Thanks."
She laughs. "Okay. So maybe that was a bit rude of me to say. Sorry, this whole amnesia business has me awfully freaked out."
"It's...fine. So, do we have...an agreement, or something like that?"
"Well, if we're being frank here, you need me more than I need you. As you are, well, no offense, Blair, but you aren't cut out for the wasteland. But that Headway thing, if you're talking truth, could make you a pretty useful ally, friend, what-have-you."
Damn, she's right. But you can't afford to look weak. "So what use are you to me?"
"None, if you just want to stay in Goodsprings for the rest of your life. But you aren't that type, are you?" Maryanne leans forward again.
"I'm- yeah, I'm not. I don't think I could live here forever."
"So Goodsprings is a place for sharecroppers, water farmers, and people who take advantage of the traveling caravans between here and elsewhere. Not a place for adventure. if you want to explore the world, find a way back home, get stronger with your power, or whatever it is you want to do, you're going to have to leave. And I think I'm a pretty good bet for an ally in this early stage."
She continues with a question. "You know how to use your power?"
"Sorta? I've had flashes of the general idea, but...not completely, no."
"How does two weeks sound? You find out about your powers, we get you a gun, teach you how to use it if you don't already, get you ready for the wasteland."
"I...think I could get a good grip on my power in two weeks. Right now, though, my focus is on a place to stay. To sleep, really."
"I got some cots set up in the back," Maryanne says, gesturing towards the back of the schoolhouse.
"Cool," you reply.
"Yeah. So, what do you say? You interested in this alliance?"
Y/N Voting
[ ] Yes.
This option establishes you as an ally and partner of Courier 6, or Maryanne. You will live in the schoolhouse with her for two weeks, with her and some of Goodsprings' denizens teaching you stuff and about how to use your power. You will leave with her in two weeks' time, and this option will very likely tie you to the main plotline as a companion of Maryanne's.
[ ] No.
There will be a brief blurb next update where you go to Trudy and ask to sleep in a back room in exchange for working for her, where two out of seven actions a day will be spent serving at the bar indefinitely until you decide to leave (two weeks minimum).
Plan Voting. You may pick up to five (normally seven, but there are two mandatory actions in this update), but you may not repeat options unless otherwise stated. You are picking for Sunday, October 22, 2281. Please label your plans as Plan [USERNAME], for convenience of voting. Assume 1 action each unless otherwise stated. Remember that even if an action fails, that just means it's more likely next time. If you choose No, your work for Trudy will not start until the day after this one.
Powers
[ ] Shape Changing: Radroach. Train to assume the form of a radroach.
30% of Shape Changing: Radroach 0.
General Skills
[ ] Fitness. You're not out-of-shape or anything, but if giant bugs and worse are the norm in the wasteland, then you'd better get better.
50% of Fitness 3. 10% of Fitness 4. 100% of Exercise 0. 80% of Exercise 1. 50% of Exercise 2. 15% of Exercise 3.
[ ] Marksmanship (Modern Handguns). You want to be able to use guns in combat. You've actually never even held a gun before. Sunny's offered to help you and Maryanne with basic shooting practice.
60% of Marksmanship (Modern Handguns) 0. 20% of Marksmanship (Modern Handguns) 1.
[ ] Marksmanship (Modern Rifles). The above, but you'll be learning to use rifles.
60% of Marksmanship (Modern Rifles) 0. 20% of Marksmanship (Modern Rifles) 1.
[ ] Survival. Talk to Sunny about survival.
100% of Survival 0. 80% of Survival 1. 50% of Survival 2. 10% of Survival 3. 80% of Survival (Wasteland) 0. 40% of Survival (Wasteland) 1.
[ ] Running. While you were about to go to sleep, Maryanne/Trudy told you about something called a deathclaw. Yeah.
80% of Running 1. 60% of Running 2. 40% of Running 3. 0% of Running 4. Increase in Fitness skill, how much depending on whether Fitness option was taken or not.
[ ] Perception. Knowing where you are, what that thing is, and what its weak spots could be are good survival guides, according to Maryanne.
80% of Perception 0. 50% of Perception 1. 20% of Perception 2.
[ ] Write-in. It would need to be an activity you could learn in Goodsprings.
Goodsprings Actions
[ ] Radiation. How does it work? You really want to know this, and you're probably going to spend a while asking about it, and the various mutations.
Unlocks basic knowledge of mutations, radiation, and how pre-war America collapsed. Mandatory action.
[ ] There's a functioning robot on the south side of town, and he's sapient! You have to meet him. You simply have to.
50% of Robotics (Earth-1). Unlocks basic knowledge about robots. Mandatory action.
[ ] Visit Doctor Mitchell. He's the town doctor, and he might have some good advice regarding the medical field, and the dangers of the wasteland in that regard.
100% of First Aid 0. 75% of First Aid 1. 50% of First Aid 2. 10% of First Aid 3. 75% of Medicine 0. 25% of Medicine 1. Unlocks further training in this area.
[ ] Talk to Sunny about the local politics. You don't know anything besides that this place is called Goodsprings, and that caravans are a thing.
Unlocks very basic in-character knowledge about the N.C.R., Caesar's Legion, and the various factions of the Mojave Wasteland.
[ ] Talk to a local man nicknamed Easy Pete about his storied history as a prospector.
60% of Scavenger 0. 20% of Scavenger 1.
[ ] Easy Pete knows how to use explosives. That sounds like something that might possibly be a useful skill to have.
50% of Explosives 0.
[ ] Ask Trudy and some of her customers about how some of the local gambling works. You don't have any real money yet, and Maryanne has you covered you there, but you think it might be something useful for the future.
100% of Caravan 0. 80% of Caravan 1. 60% of Caravan 2. 40% of Caravan 3. 20% of Caravan 4.
[ ] Ask some locals about the basics of being a hunter.
75% of Hunter 0. 50% of Hunter 1. 20% of Hunter 2.
[ ] There's a locked safe in the schoolhouse, and you want in. Maybe some of the locals know how that would work?
60% of Locksmith 0. 30% of Locksmith 1.
[ ] So, in this post-apocalyptic world, what do they use for currency? Unlocks knowledge of bottle caps and other Mojave currencies, as well as ways to earn it.
Final Rolls
60:00. Shape Changing: Radroach unlocked as training option.
83:50. Improvised Weapons 0 unlocked.
28:50. Blunt Weapons 0 not unlocked.
Improvised Weapons unlocked (0)
Shape Changing: Radroach unlocked as training option
Alright, I need a beta reader who specializes in Fallout lore. PM me if interested.