Scrapyard Revisited
Aug. 17th, 2009 04:58 pmThe cool indoor air of Milliways abruptly gives way to the blazing dry heat of an August afternoon. The only thing between the sun and the ground here is a couple of circling scavenger birds; it's been a long while since rain fell on the scrapyard that sprawls in all directions. Mostly the sun beats down on the gutted, rusted wrecks of what used to be cars, but there are former cargo trailers and the remains of trains and trucks scattered about the place as well.
"The people we're going to cover up are off to the right," Ellen warns quietly. "Just so you know."
"The people we're going to cover up are off to the right," Ellen warns quietly. "Just so you know."
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Date: 2009-08-17 09:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-17 09:30 pm (UTC)The odd-eyed dog gives her a Look.
"... oh, right, dogs are supposed to get commands." With an embarrassed look, she clears her throat. "Dogmeat? Follow Tyler. Bark if there's trouble."
Hey, for all she knows, dogs understand as much English as humans do. And in this particular case, she's almost right. Dogmeat whufs once and pads along with Tyler in search of big pieces of scrap metal.
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Date: 2009-08-17 09:47 pm (UTC)He'd strike up a conversation with Dogmeat to break the silence (having no birds around to make noise is creepy as all get out) but pleasant topics weren't really covered in his lessons about Canine.
"You think these will be enough?"
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Date: 2009-08-17 09:50 pm (UTC)Well, if he can find a piece of metal with a spot near one of the edges that he can get in his teeth and start dragging, anyway. Dogmeat is not really familiar with the concept of Don't Bite That.
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Date: 2009-08-17 09:57 pm (UTC)Ellen, by this point, has done a fair job of making the dead people look relatively respectable. Well, as far as shaven-headed, spiked-leather-wearing Mad Max rejects and one reasonably civilized woman can look respectable as a group, anyway. Ellen's made a point of covering their faces- and throats- with whatever fabric or Brahmin skin she could cut from Dogmeat's former owner's outer layer of clothing. "Thank you," she says, looking up. "That should help..."
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Date: 2009-08-17 10:05 pm (UTC)Billie,
I'm sorry I stole it. You deserve to have it back. Remember the old scrapyard, north of the Bethesda ruins? Look in the burned out bus in the northwest corner. Near an old red boxcar.
Tell Loreen I still love her, and I'm sorry for everything. I hope somebody finds this before the buzzards tear it to pieces.
Your loving brother,
John
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Date: 2009-08-17 10:15 pm (UTC)Well, she's almost on target. And there's an old red boxcar in the direction she's pointing. It's just not the right one.
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Date: 2009-08-17 10:27 pm (UTC)"Little bit in that direction, yeh."
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Date: 2009-08-17 10:31 pm (UTC)Unless the solar cycle of this world got screwed up when the bomb hit, the sun should still rise in the east and set in the west.
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Date: 2009-08-17 11:42 pm (UTC)The people in Ellen's world are just plain crazy. There is no longer a long list of things that have been ruined by atomic war. There is now a short list of things that haven't been ruined waiting for something to be listed on it!
...And here they are in a scrapyard with dozens of wrecked ca- OKAY NOT THINKING ABOUT THAT ANYMORE KTHNX.
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Date: 2009-08-18 01:37 am (UTC)"Whoop. I think I hear giant ants."
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Date: 2009-08-18 02:21 am (UTC)Soon as it's strapped on, he's got that souped-up flashlight in one hand as well.
"Dogmeat...what do giant ants smell like?"
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Date: 2009-08-18 02:38 am (UTC)Tyler's starting to hear them as well and takes his first kata stance with the binford flashlight.
Giant ants. Some reason he's not really surprised.
snap-hisssssss
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