One-Sided Conversations
Jan. 11th, 2010 12:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aaaaaaaagh_sky"Dr. Preston. I- you don't know me, no. No, I'm not sick. You might know my father, I don't know- James Park? Do you- oh, good, you know the name… why am I here? I wanted to ask you if you knew anything about androids… sir, I would appreciate it if you'd stop laughing at me."
"Seagrave? You were right about the Staleys delivering food to Dr. Li and my dad. Dr. Li's been hiding from somebody and I'm trying to get him off her back… yes, that guy from the Commonwealth. Was he bothering you too? … ugh. I'm sorry. I won't ask you anything, then, you don't- oh. Thank you, I didn't- well, I guess you do catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Whatever honey is, anyway. Thank you, I'll listen to the tape later."
"Moira! Hi! Yeah, I know, I haven't been in town for a while. I've been really busy… what happened to Moriarty? Seriously? Does Sheriff Simms know? … okay, stupid question, of course he knows. Listen, you mentioned a trader who sold you that RobCo widget- do you remember his name, or where I could find him? I've got a robot I'm looking for. No, a particular robot…"
"Hi, Gob. Good to see you again. How're things going around here now that Nova's in charge? I still can't believe it… all I want is a drink. Unless you know anything about androids… yeah, I didn't think so. It's okay. Can I get a Nuka-Cola, please?"
"Sir? Mr…. Tinker Joe, is it? My name's Ellen Park, and I've been looking for you for quite a while now. I've been told you know a good deal about getting robots fixed and modified. Would you happen to know anything about memory modifications on high-end, super-sophisticated robots? … really?"
"Sir, you and the rest of Talon Company are only just beginning to try my patience. How many times do I have to say this? Did the last guy not survive the trip?"
"Hi, Red. Good to see you and the rest of Big Town again. Um, can I get a little assistance here? I ran out of stimpaks before they ran out of bullets… yeah. I'll be more careful next time. My armor's already given me enough hell for it, you don't have to- yes, my armor. It talks. By the way, I don't know if you'd be able to help me at all, but… well, it's kind of a stretch at this point. I'm looking for a robot of sorts…"
"Dammit, greenskin! KNEES ARE A PRIVILEGE!"
"Seagrave? You were right about the Staleys delivering food to Dr. Li and my dad. Dr. Li's been hiding from somebody and I'm trying to get him off her back… yes, that guy from the Commonwealth. Was he bothering you too? … ugh. I'm sorry. I won't ask you anything, then, you don't- oh. Thank you, I didn't- well, I guess you do catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Whatever honey is, anyway. Thank you, I'll listen to the tape later."
"Moira! Hi! Yeah, I know, I haven't been in town for a while. I've been really busy… what happened to Moriarty? Seriously? Does Sheriff Simms know? … okay, stupid question, of course he knows. Listen, you mentioned a trader who sold you that RobCo widget- do you remember his name, or where I could find him? I've got a robot I'm looking for. No, a particular robot…"
"Hi, Gob. Good to see you again. How're things going around here now that Nova's in charge? I still can't believe it… all I want is a drink. Unless you know anything about androids… yeah, I didn't think so. It's okay. Can I get a Nuka-Cola, please?"
"Sir? Mr…. Tinker Joe, is it? My name's Ellen Park, and I've been looking for you for quite a while now. I've been told you know a good deal about getting robots fixed and modified. Would you happen to know anything about memory modifications on high-end, super-sophisticated robots? … really?"
"Sir, you and the rest of Talon Company are only just beginning to try my patience. How many times do I have to say this? Did the last guy not survive the trip?"
"Hi, Red. Good to see you and the rest of Big Town again. Um, can I get a little assistance here? I ran out of stimpaks before they ran out of bullets… yeah. I'll be more careful next time. My armor's already given me enough hell for it, you don't have to- yes, my armor. It talks. By the way, I don't know if you'd be able to help me at all, but… well, it's kind of a stretch at this point. I'm looking for a robot of sorts…"
"Dammit, greenskin! KNEES ARE A PRIVILEGE!"