I wrote it at like 2am and there was a little bit of that tired 2am logic going on there. and I had my friend irl look it over and they agreed that it didn't seem to be one of my usual chapters and that it was pretty out there?
She'd still get to keep this roll, the rewritten chapter just wouldn't have that whole thing where Jadzia was getting to know Karina to make sure she'd use Jadzia's knowledge responsibly.
considering making this a canon omake that happened behind the scenes and having the real chapter be afterward when Karina woke up from a weird dream craving her mom's soup.
Personally think that the chapter was okay. It was a bit different compared to how the other rolls was handled but it was a nice interaction. Considering how the many nigh omnipotent beings that exist in ST, it does seem plausible.
Well, let's hope she will not roll something from Lovecraft.
P.S. Wait, what about diseases brought from different world with/inside person's pulled there? What if virus will be brought into Fallout universe, than start to infect other people - create some copies of itself, but then time is up? Because power can send back summoned things, but not aftermath of effects these things have brought into world. Let's hope that nothing dangerous has yet been brought by any of the summons.
I am now wondering what happens if Karina rolls Fallout Shelter? Would she get a random Vault that she could use to make supplies and outfit defenders?
Maybe she would get something to store phantom copies of her corporeal summons, for example generic Sentai Ranger trainee's that she can call on once a day for help independent of her rolls, or even to go on expeditions to explore areas for resources. Could be interesting with them being background characters that aren't really specific in looks or personality, with each level up to a new level making them better fighters/rangers, and eventually they reach Hero Tier at which point they become distinct people that disappear.
Because they are now a Hero and go where they are needed... Somewhere, in either another dimension, or somewhere else on Fallout Earth to help people. Could be a good running joke with Karina asking who they are, and them just replying: No one yet in a completely generic voice and speech pattern.
It would be even funnier if said Hero's work to thwart Reagan, and he has no idea who is messing with him. Especially if it was independent of either ROB, who are both puzzled how this happened, and figure out that when they evolve into independents that they are assigned to deal with the nearest disaster or threat to a world.
It could be used to show the ROB aren't infallible as they find a couple of the Rolls they did have gotten out of hand, with them unable to undo or prevent them from doing their thing. For example the ROB's work together to change the Shelter roll only for it to twist in a way they can't predict, and after a couple tries they manage to "accidentally" banish it. Only it comes back independent of their control, a good example of not playing with Pandora's box.
A/N: In case you don't want to read the Regan chapter, here's the chapter in a nutshell:
Regan gets some bad rolls again which causes Regan and his buddy Kevin to do some really irrational things, like pulling out one of Regan's teeth. And they come across the ants at the end of the chapter, but Regan is still addled enough to not realize that they're one of his summonses. More information at the end, as there are more author notes there.
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They managed to make it all the way back to the castle, where they started stocking up on food and other important items and started loading them into the trunk of the only normal-sized car they had. There were other vehicles here too in the underground garages, but they were all go-cart ones if they weren't motorcycles. Not exactly good for carrying a whole slew of goods.
Regan hated the idea of leaving, he wanted to defend this city he had from all invaders and keep it for himself, damn it.
But he had to grudgingly admit that Kevin had a good point that it was better to make backup plans for a tactical retreat just in case.
But there was no way he was leaving the replicator machine he had been working so hard on, so he had gone to the great effort of trying to carry it all the way down many steps without damaging the machine, and then nearly breaking his back trying to load it into the back of the purple roadster.
It was times like that that he regretted not making the replicator prototype the size of microwaves like he had initially thought of, but he had been too ambitious as he had wanted the machine to be big enough to be able to make anything people desired, even large sheets of metal. And now it was biting him in the ass because it was the size of a small desk.
Had he stuck with the first idea of making it microwave-sized, he could've carried it down no problem. Ugh.
He let out a sigh of relief when the replicator was now fully loaded into the back seat.
Effect: there is now a permanent AOE (Area Of Effect) all around the castle that causes all those who are inside the castle to feel heavily paranoid over the slightest little thing. They will overthink everything, and then become convinced that every illogical thought they have is true if it sufficiently fuels their paranoia. It will wear off after 15 minutes once they leave the AOE, however, they still may continue to believe certain things if it makes some degree of sense and there is no evidence to refute their paranoid delusions.
Regan stared at the replicator in the backset, suddenly feeling paranoid that it might get broken easily if it got jostled a lot while they were driving out of the city. He then scurried to find some rope or anything else he could use to secure the replicator down so that it wouldn't move around so much while in transit.
Meanwhile, Kevin aka the Deep was lugging over large jugs of gasoline he had stolen from the go-carts, hoping that the gas was compatible with their car. Not to mention, he really really didn't want anybody coming after them in those go-carts so it was better to disable them beforehand. And, this way if they ran out of gas traveling they'd have those on hand.
As he was loading up the car with the gas, Regan came back with what looked like bedsheets ripped up and tied together to make a makeshift rope, and he started securing down the replicator much as he could. He then covered it with some tarp he had also found somewhere.
Kevin then put the jug full of gas on top of that after he was done filling up the car.
Kevin was wildly looking around while he did that, and he started mumbling out loud, "you know, it doesn't make sense."
That caught Regan's attention. "What doesn't?"
"Think about it. If there were really an army of people out there wanting to take over this place, then why resort to such dirty tactics of making us see things? What if it's the work of one person? A telepathic super who can mess around with our heads? And even if we left this place, this super could still follow after us and keep on messing with our heads!" Kevin cried out, as he got more distressed at the thought of an enemy they couldn't take on directly.
Regan froze at this, as he mulled over the implications of that. He hated to admit it, but that made so much sense!
And now he was looking back at his time in Vault 129, and he couldn't recall if he had made sure that ALL the men had died, or that the robot didn't have any backup revival fluid that it had hidden away from him. What if the robot was able to revive a woman who had similar powers to him?
It was stereotypical, but men tended to be more direct and liked to face their fights head-on. A woman tended to like taking the indirect path in attacking somebody, whether it be via poison or other similar methods. Men were straightforward in battle, while women were sneaky.
Of course, it was a fucking woman from vault 129 doing this shit to them! And what if it wasn't even about taking the city for themselves in the first place. That idiotic female might even be out for revenge if she had been in love or were married to one of the men that he had killed off, and would definitely not stop until he was dead.
"Fuck!" He swore out loud, and Kevin was heavily studying Regan's face as he came to the conclusion he did.
Kevin aka The Deep stepped backward away from Regan as he asked, "You know who's doing this, don't you? Yet you haven't told me anything."
Regan sighed. "I haven't told you much about how I got my powers, did I?"
The Deep smirked. "Let me guess. A very special liquid just like the V-compound? The kind they inject into babies to turn them into supers?"
It was funny, until recently most Supers had believed that they simply had been chosen by god to have those powers.
And that had given Kevin a little bit of an inferiority complex and imposter syndrome growing up because he hadn't felt special or unique as a child despite his mother telling him that often. He just felt like a normal kid at the time, save for his gills on his ribs which all the other kids made fun of and alienated him from the rest of the kids while he was growing up. High school had especially been brutal, with girls standing him up and then finding out that they only had asked him out on a dare.
And on top of that, there had been this gigantic pressure to be completely perfect in every way possible, because he was super.
The creatures of the sea had been the only living things he had gotten close to emotionally at the time because unlike humans they didn't judge him all that much and accepted him for who he truly was.
So when he found out that it hadn't been a god-given gift after all? Well, he couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved.
Regan paused at this. Come to think of it, he never even asked The Deep about his own origin story, did he? They had never thought to ask each other, so it had simply never come up at all.
Regan then nodded. "Similar to that, yes. Did I ever tell you about vaults? Those underground bunkers are supposed to safeguard humanity should the end of the world come, which finally happened. But, they're also places where plenty of experiments take place."
Regan sighed and said in a shaky voice, hoping to make himself sympathetic to the other man while twisting the truth a little. "I was one of the lab experiments there, and they treated us worse than animals there. In fact, for more than a hundred years I was trapped inside this human-sized tube. I couldn't move around or do much other than float there while they injected stuff into me. It was only recently that I was able to escape that hellish place. They've probably sent an agent to try to take me back. But I don't want to go back there, I want to be able to rebuild this world and find my place in it."
Kevin looked as if things finally clicked in place just like they did for Regan, as he finally understood what was going on here and why it happened.
Regan affected a sad smile at Kevin. "If you want to ditch me, I understand. If they've sent one agent after me they'll probably send more even if we kill this one."
Regan had been hoping for Kevin to deny that and fight by his side, but even he was surprised by the total vehemence and sincerity in Kevin's voice when Kevin blurted out, "Hell no! You're one of the few who's really accepted me as who I am and I'm not going to abandon you because some asshole wants you back in that vault of yours."
Against his better judgment, Regan felt touched by this. He flashed The Deep a sincere smile. "Thank you."
Kevin then grew solemn and troubled, as he pointed out something Regan hadn't thought of. "You know they most likely have some way of tracking you, right? It's also something they did back on my home Earth, where they would put a microchip in all of us to keep track of us. They even have Homelander microchipped and he's the most powerful super around."
Regan visibly paled at this as his paranoia racketed up again.
Oh…. that also made so much sense. Too much sense, really! His gaze slowly looked down to the blue vault suit and pip-boy he was currently wearing. The pip-boy was a highly advanced personal computer that you could strap to the wrist. Such an important item, of course, they'd have a tracker in it.
"Fuck." He said again. How had he never thought of this before?? This was so obvious in hindsight!
He quickly unstrapped the pip-boy and dropped it down to the floor.
Kevin frowned. And then held one arm out to Regan while saying: "if you feel along my forearm you'll feel something hard under my skin, the size of a matchstick. That's the tracker they gave me when I was with Vought. The people in this world probably don't know the frequency needed to track it or something, but we can't take chances with it either. I want to take it out."
Regan grimly nodded and felt along Kevin's forearm, until he felt the thing that Kevin had described. He shapeshifted his fingers so that they were sharp like daggers, and Kevin hissed loudly in pain while Regan dug it out.
Within seconds the blood-covered tracker was dropped next to the pip-boy, while Kevin applied pressure to his arm as Regan went to get some leftover cloth to act as improvised bandages.
Kevin then asked the dreaded question, "Okay, how do I know they didn't put anything in your body? If people realized they could be tracked with that wrist thing you had there, they wouldn't even wear those things in the first place, right? Would your government just stop at something that was so easily removable?"
Regan paled again. Shit, this wasn't going to be fun at all. He'd have to strip down and let Kevin search all over him, and painfully extract anything that looked suspicious. Great.
Effect: For the next five hours, Pit's creepy spoken lines will echo all over the castle, repeating themselves in a loop.
"AHHH! Fuck!" Regan yelped after Kevin pulled out the suspicious tooth with the filling in it out of his mouth.
And he was instantly rewarded with a strong taste of blood in his mouth. Great.
Regan had gone through the humiliating strip search and was only mollified by the fact that Kevin didn't seem to take pleasure in it and were seemingly grossed out as a straight man. But they hadn't found anything, except for the one filling in his mouth.
Right now he was so anxious and paranoid-fueled that he couldn't think clearly to remember when he had gotten that filling exactly. And well, that was enough for Regan's paranoia to override his common sense and demand that it be taken out right now.
Which Kevin had complied with, and used one of Regan's tinkering tools to pull out the tooth.
As the bloody tooth joined Kevin's tracking implant and the pip-boy on the floor, the two of them jumped when they heard some spooky-sounding voice speak out in the castle's strangely modern-looking garage.
Both of them cursed loudly at this, both utterly convinced that this was some agent coming from Vault 129 for Regan.
And most importantly it was confirmation that they also had a way of tracking Regan, and possibly Kevin too.
But that gave Regan an idea. He then whispered to Kevin, "Follow my lead."
With that, he started picking up his vault clothes, the pip-boy, the bloody teeth, and Kevin's tracking implant.
He ran around the car to get into the passenger seat while demanding that Kevin drive the car.
As the two of them sped off in the purple roadster, Regan then said, "I've had an idea."
He started detailing the idea to use the trackers to lure their mysterious enemy into a trap and what they'd do next after that….
The more Regan spoke, the more Kevin started to grin evilly.
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Kevin drove all the way to the lowest level of the city that the maps of the Neo-bowser city had pointed them to, which happened to be a parking garage that was so deep underground it was almost sub-terrain. And for some reason, there was a large upright green pipe large enough for a human to go through it as if inviting people to jump down it, right in the middle of the parking garage. weird.
They parked the car near the entrance of the parking garage and then got out of it to head all the way to the very bottom floor, where they planned to set up their trap.
But the deeper they went, the more they realized something was…. Off?
Their map of Neo-Bowser City that they had found had detailed descriptions of everything, but they hadn't said anything about the parking garage having more than 4 floors underground? And they were on the 6th floor, and everything was starting to…. Well, look old-fashioned and like straight from a fantasy novel rather than a futuristic cyberpunk city.
There were elaborate stone-carved walls and the like everywhere now, with lit torches on the walls instead of electric lights.
Both Regan and Kevin stumbled in shock and then quickly ducked down to hide behind a half-wall as they saw freaking GIANT ants coming out of a strangely carved hole in the wall.
One of them then stood upright like a human and then started chattering in what sounded like strangely robot-sounding English, "Move along. The sooner we can move the entire colony out of this place, the sooner we can get away from that voice attempting to control us all! We belong to no master but the Boggans!"
Regan's eyes met Kevin's own, and they confusedly stared at each other as they mentally thought, "What the fuck?" at each other.
As if they had come to a silent agreement, they moved away in unison with each other as they snuck back up to the upper levels. There was no way they were dealing with *THAT* while they were still in the middle of trying to deal with a possibly telepathic superbeing who was making them hallucinate monsters at night.
Regan wasn't so foolish enough to try to tackle yet another problem when he had to yet solve the first problem, after all.
They'd just have to find another place to set up their trap.
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A/N:
So with the ants, I literally did a series of Dice rolls to see what the outcome would be.
Chances of Regan knowing or remembering the ants were one of his summonses? Roll 5. Heh.
Chances of Regan using his game-like observation skill on the ants and finding out that way anyhow? Roll 10.
Regan's chance to win the Giant Ants to his side= Roll 12.
Chance for Silent Hill to win the Giant Ants = Roll 8.
…. So that meant neither one of them would be able to tame the giant ants for their own purposes, or they'd do it so poorly that the ants would revolt?
So out of curiosity, I roll the Giant ants' initiative to see what they'd do. Low roll, they just stay where they are and give Silent Hill even more chances to influence and win them over. High roll and they wisen up to the fact that there's something wrong with this place and GTFO.
…. Roll 18. I guess that means neither Regan nor Silent Hill will win any influence over the Giant Ants. They're smart enough to get their things packed and suiting up for a long trip out there the moment Silent Hill started doing its' thing.
I studied up on the series that those giant ants were supposed to come up, and it seems that the special lone ants that stand upwards like a human are smart enough to communicate with humans, and were meant to be the go-between between Boggans (who are basically hobbits) and the ants. The ants were used as slave labor figuratively speaking even though most of the ants weren't that intelligent enough to know about things like freedom, etc. they're like biological computers, doing only what they were programmed/bred for. And the upward-standing ants help the Boggans control the entire ant colony, and are completely loyal to the Boggans.
So I guess it makes sense that they'd take exception to some psychic entity pretending to be a town (a city now I guess), trying to take control of the ant colony when they've provided zero evidence that they're a Boggan. Only Boggans can control them! And if there are no Boggans around, then I guess they'd just move the colony elsewhere until they can find what they think is a Boggan.
I suppose this is good news for the Fallout setting, but bad news for both Silent Hill and Regan.
This city becoming more and more cursed each time. It will beat even literal hell at some point, if this trend continues.
A huge deserted city from an alternate future with a cursed castle in the middle, ancient underground catacombs, nightmares roaming in the fog... Can write a separate horror story about traveling to such a place and being stuck for a while!
This city becoming more and more cursed each time. It will beat even literal hell at some point, if this trend continues.
A huge deserted city from an alternate future with a cursed castle in the middle, ancient underground catacombs, nightmares roaming in the fog... Can write a separate horror story about traveling to such a place and being stuck for a while!
like the Dead Money DLC for NV, but ten times worse. this city doesn't even have the replicator machines that pass themselves off as a vending machine to help save your life in an emergency. I've honestly lost count over how many times the Sierra Madre vending machines saved my life in the game when I was in desperate need of healing items.
If only they rolled a Labyrinth, trapping the Deep and Regan there forever, maybe even spawning a Minotaur themed after the fortress...
Actually if he rolled a Geofront from Evangelion while setting a trap, just to make them have to slog through more stuff. With Silent Hill of course spreading itself out for some more mischief...
I'm really starting to like what's going on here. I mean sure there's now a city that you best leave before night and in the center a place of paranoia. Which means anyone there will need to deal with monsters and extreme paranoia...So a group there might not have a fun time.
It is interesting what could be rolled to make the situation for Regan worse, or what kind of rolls that seem to be better for him... would turn out bad because of his own actions. Cause he is very good at pissing away advantages.
I kind of wonder what would happen if Karina rolled Tamaraneans aka Starfire's race... What would happen? Would it summon her people to inhabit the planet? Or at least stay in the world? I mean the people are immune to radiation.
A question that is bothering me is what if you rolled the DC Themyscaria? Is that even possible?
Gotham City being summoned would be interesting, Marvel New York would be insane with all the tech in there, and even someplace like the Cat's Lair from Thundercats would change a lot of things.
If she summoned the All Spark, the Green Lantern Power Battery, or even Mutant's from Marvel. Well that would cause wide spread chaos...
Just Kevin clearly trying too hard to project an image of what he deems to be a normal man. he did eventually get engrossed with getting to know those creatures. as for what he did with them I'll rather leave it up to the readers whenever he actually did anything inappropriate with them or not.
after all, those creatures are very tiny ones so they might be too small for Kevin to plausibly do .... anything... with.
Reagan with his empathic sense pretended to believe him )
Also, maybe he should use his shapeshifter powers more often, efficiently and creatively. Like, can he shapeshift his hands into weapons/tools or maybe mimic weapon structure to load ammo into hand and fire it? Make legs work like springs and a folding parachute from the back to jump and glide through the air. There are many possibilities to consider - Reagan almost doesn't have need in weapons. He is a weapon!
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Chapter 41--Slowly turning Vault 129 into a proper settlement.
Karina woke up hungry, thanks to that dream she had about her mom's Knoephla soup and homemade lavender lemonade.
Alas, it seemed that everything they had in food storage didn't have the right ingredients to make the food she was craving.
So instead, she made do with some dry cereal, (they hadn't any milk at all, not even the powdered kind they could mix with purified water to make milk,) and coffee.
As she sat there crunching on the dry cereal with a slightly depressed expression on her face in the cafeteria, Joceyln and the others came into the Cafeteria to have their daily breakfast as well.
Jocelyn Ross was the first to notice Karina's depressed expression and asked as she sat down by Karina Munn, "What's the matter? You look like you've got something on your mind."
Cindy Brooks elected to join them at the table as well and arrived in time to hear Karina say, "Eh, just missing my parents' cooking right now. I dreamed about my mom's soup and lemonade and woke up craving it badly. But we all have nothing but MREs, canned foods, and powdered coffee."
Jocelyn hummed in sympathy, as she nodded. "Yeah, been there myself. But speaking of food… Lauren told me the other day that she went through the storage rooms to figure out how much food we had to last. She figures that we've got seven months' worth of food for ourselves, but less than that if we intend to wake up all the women in this vault."
Karina frowned at this. "Really? Damn."
That was yet another thing on her list to look into. Finding more chems to make revival fluid seemed to be a repeating mission for her until all the women were properly awakened, and now this.
Cindy then spoke up. "Actually, I've been thinking about that. If we were to clear up a part of that food storage room and turn it into a greenroom, I might use the discarded roots from the boy chow vegetables that Karina gave us to regrow them?"
Karina perked up at this. That was something she remembered her mom doing a lot to save money on groceries. There were a lot of food scraps that could be easily regrown into food if you knew how to do it correctly.
"You've done a lot of kitchen scrap gardening before, then?" she asked Cindy.
Cindy smiled. "It was something I learned from my mom growing up to help save money on groceries, and something I had to keep on doing when I no longer had enough money to go grocery shopping on the regular. At one point I had a small room dedicated to shelves full of regrowing food, complete with sunlamps. I'm sure I could start up something similar here."
Karina nodded at this. She had done a little bit of that herself too, but not as often as she had been too busy working to support her parents and then being forcibly recruited into the army against her will, and then discovering that it paid more than her past odd jobs ever did.
Jocelyn on the other hand was more skeptical about the plan to grow fresh food. "I wonder if that'll be enough to support us once everyone's fully revived?"
Cindy shrugged at that. "You're assuming that all of them will even want to stay here for long when it's more likely that many of them might want to leave the vault and see the world for themselves?"
Karina nodded. "Yeah, I couldn't bring myself to believe what had happened to the world or that it was really 200 years later until I saw it all for myself."
"Yeah, but didn't you say that there were a lot of communities out there struggling to make it on their own? What if they decide to come back here after seeing all that? We would still be back to square one in that we can't afford to feed everyone." Jocelyn frowned.
Karina rolled her eyes. "Well, if it ever comes to that I'll just summon something that helps us with that. Maybe more crops? In fact, I can do that today if you want."
Jocelyn smirked heavily at that. "But aren't you supposed to be Iona's guinea pig today?"
Karina groaned loudly. "Don't remind me. Iona's so intent on finding out how it all works, and not to mention she keeps on asking me all those questions as if I actually know how it works…. Which I don't. It might all be magic for all I know. And I don't normally believe in magic."
Jocelyn merely snickered at this.
Cindy shook her head sympathetically before taking a bite out of her breakfast, which amounted to an MRE breakfast ration composed entirely of a stale oat bar with nuts in it and a large cup of coffee to help wash that dry bar down.
Jocelyn on the other hand had for some reason opted to mix her coffee and cereal together in an unholy abomination, which Karina only just noticed.
"Ew, you're mixing coffee and cereal together like that?"
Jocelyn shrugged. "Eh, I don't really like dry cereal, I prefer it wet. And it's an a-okay sub for milk."
Both Karina and Cindy could only shake their heads at that before eating their own breakfast.
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--1:30 pm--
Iona's testing wasn't as bad as Karina had feared it to be, although it still was so tedious that it felt like it had taken up two whole days like she thought it'd do.
Iona had insisted on documenting everything and doing repeat scans while she got her to repeat certain actions so that she could finally nail down that "exotic energy" she was now detecting from Karina with her scanners while Karina did her "spirit magic" from the Julius roll. The two of them agreed not to call it magic because it felt ridiculous doing so as the two of them were born into a world where science ruled and magic was considered mythical.
The two of them could at least believe in Parallel Earths because at least there was some science and evidence behind that, but to freely believe in magic completely was beyond the two of them. This was one of the few things they agreed on anything during this testing.
They both settled on calling it metaphysic energy for now, until they could finally nail down what made everything work as it did and find an alternative scientific-sounding name for it.
But on the other hand… she had to admit this was good practice and training just in case she needed to use it considering she hadn't used this metaphysic energy before. And she definitely could now act as an emergency nurse thanks to that one "magic spell" that allowed her to heal physical wounds. She could even use it on herself, after some minor testing with a small knife on her fingers.
That one was definitely going to get a lot of use out of her, especially if she wanted to save up all the life-saving medication she found on her trips outside. It was about time for her to go for another round of traveling and scavenging, but this time more focused on finding medication instead of holding Regan accountable for his actions.
But first, she had promised to try to pull a few food sources for Jocelyn before she ventured out again to get medication, hadn't she?
Iona perked up at that and thankfully had agreed to cut the metaphysical testing short in favor of scanning how Karina pulled things from other alternate universes. Being able to travel to other universes eventually one day was far more valuable than what seemed like "magic" that they couldn't figure out right away anyhow, at least according to Iona.
As such, Karina, Iona, and Jocelyn were now all standing outside on the hillside just behind the vault's entrance, close to where the graveyard was now at.
Without much ados, Karina pulled on her power, asking for something that they could cultivate outside since they didn't have much in the way of an indoor farm yet.
>Ring<
https://fallout.fandom.com/wiki/Slaughterhouse_pen Roll 17
This is where all of the brahmins are kept and slaughtered. It is possible to be very animal friendly and free the brahmin from the pen, but its reputation with Modoc will take a hit. Appears only in Fallout 2 in the town of Modoc, from the year 2241.
Effect: a ramshackle warehouse with a sign that reads "Slaughterhouse" on the outside appears, along with a large pen full of brahmin cattle behind it. There are 8 of those brahmins in total. Not quite enough to feed a whole vault indefinitely, but a pretty good start if one intended to breed them.
As Iona got to work scanning everything in sight, Joceyln nodded grudgingly.
"I admit we would all be happier with some actual meat in our diets." Jocelyn then did some calculations in her head as she mumbled out loud to herself. "A single 1200-pound steer could feed up to 2300 people if each person is served 3 oz serving? We'd just need to find a way to preserve the meat completely so that it lasted a very long time. So that we wouldn't need to pointlessly butcher so many cows and instead keep the rest of them for breeding purposes…."
Something then occurred to Joceyln, which caused her to frantically yell, "Wait! What are we supposed to feed the cows? We don't even have any feed for them, they're going to starve!"
Karina smiled and shook her head. "Let me see if I can do anything about that."
With that, she pulled again, this time trying to focus on grass or anything else that cows ate.
>Ring<
https://speculativeevolution.fandom.com/wiki/Tube_Grass Roll 18
The Tube-Grass is a thick, stalky, pencil-thin, succulent plant with leaves that blankets the plains of Darwin IV (planet) and grows astonishingly fast. This tube-grass and its cousins, fodder-all weed and bladder reed, are the forage of the herbivorous plains-dwellers, providing a ready source of necessary moisture.
Effect: suddenly, reed-like grass blankets the whole hillside covering everything in golden grass. Unlike other reed types, this one seems to be completely covered in gold leaves as well, with seeds lining the whole leaves as if it was intended to be digested in the stomach of a large herbivore to germinate properly before getting shat out to start the plant life cycle all over again. It grows quickly, almost more so than Bermuda Grass or Perennial Ryegrass, which are two of Earth's fastest grass-growing species, as the two species germinate in 10 days and already grow inside that time. Tube grass only needs to germinate in 4 days and starts growing into its adult form quickly after that.
The two-headed cows seemed to perk up at this as a large majority of it appeared in their pens too, and they started nibbling on it tentatively, before deciding that they liked it after all and started chewing on it some more.
Jocelyn calmed down at this. "Oh. well. That does solve a few problems with raising cattle, I suppose….?"
Iona got to work on taking a lot of the reed-like grass samples for future study and then walked back to Karina.
She then said, "I think I'm finally figuring out a way to differentiate between the types of summons you have. Did you know that depending on where you took them from, the energy wavelengths are different?"
Karina didn't quite know what to say to that, so all she could say was, "Huh, neat."
Iona practically vibrated with excitement, as she went on to explain why this was a big deal. "If we can tap into those energies with a machine, then not only could we summon things without your help here, but we could eventually end up traveling to other worlds! We could even find an alternate Earth that wasn't populated by humans for whatever reason and try to repopulate that. Maybe leave behind this one, as this world's clearly a lost cause."
Karina mulled over that, and then asked, "Don't we owe it to our home Earth to try to fix it first? Seems awful to just destroy our own home and then discard it so casually."
Iona frowned slightly, before answering, "Eh, our Earth was already fucked to start with long before we were even born, anyhow."
She then smiled bitterly at Karina. "That's the reason why I wanted to get a job at ArcJet systems so badly back then. They were the next best thing to a feasible space program we had as they were the main company supplying NASA and others with the rockets, fuel, and everything else. I thought that if I helped get a space program off the ground, then we'd be able to colonize other planets like Mars, or maybe the moon. Make a better life for ourselves than we had on this Earth."
"Hmm, I see." Karina nodded. In a way, she kind of understood that. It seemed that Iona and Karina actually had something in common for once in that they both had realized from a young age how shitty this world of theirs was and initially had wanted to do something about it before the bombs dropped.
The only difference between them was the fact that Karina gave up when she was a teenager, due to the fact that she realized that she simply didn't have the resources or money to do much, and thus merely settled for making her parents' lives better than it was before because she felt that was all she could do. She was only a human after all, and not a superheroine. At least at the time, anyhow. It had been depressing however to give up on her dream of changing the world for the better.
Iona Adams, according to her records, came from a far more rich and privileged family. Thus she was better educated, went to the best schools, and thus had far more resources to the point that unlike Karina she wouldn't have realized how unfeasible her dream to change the world was early on. Thus, Iona was able to cling to her childhood dreams of traveling to the stars in search of a better life for herself and her own family.
Not that Karina held that against Iona at all because she understood all too perfectly why Iona wanted to leave this world behind. She'd had that thought herself a few times after all. She lost everything of value she had in this world, so why not leave it all behind and make a new start elsewhere?
Come to think of it…. All the women she knew here thus far had lost everything just like she had, huh? The dream of a space program in this world was all but non-existent now, and Iona had clearly lost all of her family members to both time and the bombs so she had nothing, but the hope of relocating to a new world using Karina's abilities.
No wonder why Iona seemed so overly fixated on studying Karina's powers, otherwise she'd have to think about everything she had lost.
Jeez, when did she become so introspective and insightful? She certainly wasn't like this before.
"Well. I think I have one more in me before I become tired. Want to see me try to pull something else?" Karina replied, in an attempt to change the subject.
Iona beamed. "Sure! I've still got my scanners running."
Effect: For the next three hours, everyone in the local area will now know everything about global warming and other global changes and how that affects the Earth and animals.
Karina and Iona made faces as the knowledge started to flow into their heads.
"Well, that doesn't seem very useful for anything….?" Karina muttered, "So this one might be a dud?"
Iona had an odd look on her face as she mumbled, "I wouldn't be so sure about this. Hold on, I need to go write all of this down!"
At this, she rushed off towards the Vault's entrance.
Karina simply shook her head and then smiled at that, before heading back herself.
Jocelyn was left behind, as she was mostly busy inspecting the cattle that she had apparently taken on the responsibility of raising.
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Later on, as Karina was getting her things packed for tomorrow's trip away from the vault, it occurred to her that she had most possibly stolen all those cattle away from some innocent person who was trying to make a living as a butcher in this world.
It would be a long time before she finally got any sleep as that thought bothered her endlessly.
A/N: the rolls just seemed to write themselves this time. A slaughterhouse pen full of cows and alien grass from another planet? Too easy to write it into a plotline where they try to make the vault a more self-sufficient settlement.
As for accidentally robbing the settlement Mordoc of its' two-headed cows… well. I thought it'd be merely a copy instead of the actual thing taken directly from where it used to be. But there's no way to inform Karina of this yet, so I guess she gets to angst with an unwarranted guilty conscience for a while there.
And even if it wasn't a copy? My headcanon was that it was already on its' way out by the time of fallout 3 as it was already a struggling town in Fallout 2. So suppose it was already mostly abandoned, with only a lone man running the slaughterhouse pen and tending the cattle…. Only for raiders to attack and kill him? Then at that moment, Karina takes away the entire cattle and the slaughterhouse pen unknowingly robbing the raiders themselves of any profit they might've made out of killing the old man and stealing all of his things.
*shrugs* I dunno, it's up to you readers to decide which one you like best. XD.
The power behind Karina's summons getting the summons that if were not taken would have been a waste is a nice sub plot that can be slowly built up on IMO. Wasn't that Precure companion summon something like that already? Heck it can be expanded later if a character summon was someone what was at death's door but was saved by the summoning. It would hint that some higher power is at work.
Though this being the case depends on Aurora Moon wanting to have that kind of subplot. This is but a guess/suggestion.
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