Ellen Park, the Lone Wanderer (
aaaaaaaagh_sky) wrote2013-02-23 03:20 pm
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The Trail
The door opens, as it often does, on a patch of scrub desert under a cloud-studded sky. Peering eastward, you can make out the shape of a shattered, once-elevated highway in the light of the just-risen sun, and perhaps the jagged edges of the tallest parts of the Megaton city walls. The air is a little cooler than it's been on past visits, and here and there the brown and yellow scrub that characterizes Wasteland vegetation seems to be sharing space with hazes of green.
There's also kind of an overwhelming stink of cow, because Ellen left Megaton astride Shiphrah and Puah and the Brahmin is busily chewing its cud with one head nearby. Ellen pats the other head briefly with one stealth-suited hand as she says, "We're not far from the caravan route where the raiders ambushed our water men. This is the nearest door I could find."
There's also kind of an overwhelming stink of cow, because Ellen left Megaton astride Shiphrah and Puah and the Brahmin is busily chewing its cud with one head nearby. Ellen pats the other head briefly with one stealth-suited hand as she says, "We're not far from the caravan route where the raiders ambushed our water men. This is the nearest door I could find."
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What follows is possibly the most painfully slow five minutes of her life, as Ellen creeps oh-so-very-carefully out of the gorge and its shadows at what she sincerely hopes is a pace the watchers above won't notice. If they'd just been carrying ordinary-but-high-quality guns, she'd have been willing to move faster. The suit's designed to slow down or stop bullets, after all. But as she told Annabelle back when she was getting rid of the alien guns at Milliways, I call this model the Disintegrator because that's what it does.
You don't take chances being winged with something like that.
"I'm in the open now. Please, for the love of God, tell me they're looking the other way so I can move properly."
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"Wait 5 seconds, then go," Annabelle says. "Their path should have them facing away from you by then."
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She bolts, and while no one's ever called Ellen a sprinter, she's at least doing a respectable pace right out of the starting blocks. And she doesn't stop until she's made it into the office building and has her back to a piece of still-standing wall and can foomp! herself visible again.
... she might be panting a little under there.
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"You okay? How you feelin'?"
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"Have a drink," she says offering Ellen her canteen. A sip of water is always good after a sprint.
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She thinks for a minute, then says, "I don't know if anywhere around here is all that safe. Not if these people have Disintegrators. We should- we should probably go back to the Bar."
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"I assuem you got all the intel you need?"
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"But I'm not going to be able to get into there myself any time soon without being noticed, so..."
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[OOC: I'll set Ellen up with an EP that links to this OOM.]