Giddyup Buttercup Factory

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

It would be nice to say the sun was beating down from overhead, but it's not. Partly because a few minutes ago it was raining, and partly because, well, the door opens onto the factory interior. It's dark here, with the only light coming from Ellen's Pip-Boy, the side lamp on Ellen's helmet, and the occasional crack in the walls or chink in the ceiling.

It also smells here. This was never a well-ventilated place. Two hundred years of neglect have improved the cross-breezes somewhat, but only barely- and things have been living here for a while now that had no concept of sanitation or hygiene.

"I'm sorry about the smell. I can only imagine what it must be like on your side of the helmet," Ellen's muffled voice says.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Eventually Ellen calls out, "All done out here." When Annabelle emerges, Ellen's not only located a few lumps of mad scientist, but she's cracked the lock on a safe tucked away in the shadows to one side and gathered up as many supplies as she could find in the room.

"We should go now," she says. "Find as many horse parts as we can, and bring them back to Milliways. I don't think either of us needs to be here any longer."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Sounds good to me," Annabelle says with a nod. "I wonder what your dog will make of the pony, once you get it built?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen gives a small smile, although it's hidden by her helmet. "Only one way to find out."


[OOC: Good spot to link back to a bar post?]

[aeons_crackshot]

"True enough," Annabelle answers with a grin of her own.

(OOC: That sounds good to me.)