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Life Goes On
Feb. 26th, 2012 10:55 amA month ago, a pony found her way into Megaton. Ellen, fortunately, found her and helped her back into Milliways. She almost went back herself, but... well. Things had been falling apart last time. Best not to try. Hopefully Fluttershy could open the door and go home again, but Ellen... just didn't want to try.
So she closed the door behind the pony, who was a very nice pony really, and got back to work. The Brahmin needed caring for, to begin with; both Thelma and Louise and Rachel and Leah were pregnant, for starters. Then there was the experimental plot to tend to, all the Oasis seeds' growth and propagation to record. Even this far away from Harold's root system, the plants were thriving. She'd have to get more seeds from them the next time she got a chance. But not today; the rest of today was allotted to finally sitting down with the holotape of the archives from the Arlington Public Library. The Scribes back at the Citadel had their copy, but who knew when Ellen would get a chance to see the transcripts herself? Better to work with Moira and the printing apparatus she had used for the Wasteland Survival Guide, and coax the Library's books back into life one at a time here, where they could be put to use. She'd go and meet the water caravan in the morning, and after seeing it safely to Megaton head back to the Citadel for training with Knight-Captain Colvin, and the next day go on back to the RobCo factory even though without Sameth she wasn't sure she stood a chance. But as a knight-sergeant, she'd at least have access to some level of assistance from Scribes and junior Knights if she found enough to work with. So there was that.
It was a decent enough routine that she could usually put the thoughts of the Bar and the Pitt alike out of her head. Keeping busy was always the antidote to things you shouldn't think about. If nothing else, at least you'd get stuff done. Just sitting around being wistful, or shivering in bed because the nightmares wouldn't stop, never helped anybody.
Better to get things done while you still could.
So she closed the door behind the pony, who was a very nice pony really, and got back to work. The Brahmin needed caring for, to begin with; both Thelma and Louise and Rachel and Leah were pregnant, for starters. Then there was the experimental plot to tend to, all the Oasis seeds' growth and propagation to record. Even this far away from Harold's root system, the plants were thriving. She'd have to get more seeds from them the next time she got a chance. But not today; the rest of today was allotted to finally sitting down with the holotape of the archives from the Arlington Public Library. The Scribes back at the Citadel had their copy, but who knew when Ellen would get a chance to see the transcripts herself? Better to work with Moira and the printing apparatus she had used for the Wasteland Survival Guide, and coax the Library's books back into life one at a time here, where they could be put to use. She'd go and meet the water caravan in the morning, and after seeing it safely to Megaton head back to the Citadel for training with Knight-Captain Colvin, and the next day go on back to the RobCo factory even though without Sameth she wasn't sure she stood a chance. But as a knight-sergeant, she'd at least have access to some level of assistance from Scribes and junior Knights if she found enough to work with. So there was that.
It was a decent enough routine that she could usually put the thoughts of the Bar and the Pitt alike out of her head. Keeping busy was always the antidote to things you shouldn't think about. If nothing else, at least you'd get stuff done. Just sitting around being wistful, or shivering in bed because the nightmares wouldn't stop, never helped anybody.
Better to get things done while you still could.