Application for Veronica Santangelo, Fallout: New Vegas
((Veronica is taken from after the Independent ending, companion quest finished on the Causeless Rebel path, and the Dead Money DLC completed. Potential spoilers accordingly. I haven't RPed here in ages, please tell me if I'm botching something))
The woman entering the Sorting Room in what looked like a brown potato sack with a hood on top might be mistaken for a monk - that is, if you didn't take into account the mechanical gauntlet on her right hand that would hurt at high velocity. With a tired sigh, she lowered her rucksack from her shoulder and turned to the application.
A fresh start. From what she'd managed to pick up after arriving in a place that was unexpectedly metropolitan beyond even the preserved grandeur of New Vegas, her travels had shunted her into another version of the Old World. There was a lot of science involved, and at this point she wasn't ruling out magic. Her knowledge of technology might not be as helpful here, but at least the Brotherhood of Steel wouldn't be after her for giving it out.
State your full name.
"Veronica Renata Santangelo."
She gasped when the quill extricated itself from her grip and wrote it for her, then let out a little shriek of delight. “Okay, let's see… Gloria Van Graff! Nolan McNamara! Robert House! California! Belgium! Brahmin Wellington is people!" The quill complied. “Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers! Anna Anna bo-banna banana-fanna-fo-fanna!"
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Cheese that isn't two hundred years old. Which means it's mostly from Brahmin. Or Bighorners if you're feeling fancy. Bighorner cheese because -" She winked, and was disappointed in spite of herself when the quill failed to transcribe. “- I like the finer things in life."
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
The world Veronica hailed from had gone off the rails of conventional history sometime in the 1950s. One of the few upsides was that neither gentleman had come on the scene by the time the bombs had fallen 204 (and counting) years ago. “Well, which one gets in punching range first?"
3. What time is it where you are?
"Time for you to get a watch. Time for me to get a watch, too. Or, even better! Before I showed up here, I was thinking of trying to scavenge a Pip-Boy. They map and they check your aim and they put down your appointments and they probably boil your eggs, too."
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Veronica was not unfamiliar with sexual harassment. From the NCRCF to the Gomorrah casino, there'd been guys wolf-whistling and calling on her to “ditch the robe," etc. “Well, if you have a leggy brunette we could… do some mutual harassment?"
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
"The Workshop. Because that's what I do - candlelit workshops and long walks across the wasteland. Or…" She half-smiled. “Maybe the Brotherhood of Beer."
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
“Are they all guys? Because if they are, wow, you're pretty mellow about it around here. I like that." Especially coming from an isolated organization with a vocal faction holding forth that baby-making was their responsibility to the Brotherhood. It's going to take a lot more than a bunch of baby showers for the Brotherhood to survive.
“Well, the Codex isn't really helpful on this - Harry should marry the one with bigger lasers, at least so he can take them away and lock them up in the attic, and then confiscate the other one's on the side? Or, let's see, a variety, so… what would they do in Caesar's Legion? Something Roman. Probably, er, a duel in the arena, maybe to the death, something like that. At least every moment those Legionaries mount each other is a moment they aren't being sexist jerkwads."
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I'm constantly disposing of it.
“Ah huh." She toed the ground. “Sorry about that? Seriously, I might be a scribe, but I can't give you much advice - I'm more of a field work, hands-on kind of girl."
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
“I've been putting things together and taking them apart before my first word. I can do it on the fly, too - I don't need a lot of fancy equipment to knock something together. And I'm pretty good at punching people. Or if I absolutely have to, I guess I could shoot them."
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
“I can fix your machines, or try to. I could teach you to punch things. I've got fission batteries." She gestured to her rucksack. “Not too many, because these things are heavy, but two hundred years and still going strong. Speaking of heavy, there's a thirty-five-pound bar of gold - you don't want to know where I got that. Orrrrr maybe you do. On the lighter side, there's holodisks on agricultural technology, because the guy I got them for didn't want them. Some people don't know a good thing when they see it." She smiled. It didn't quite get to her eyes.
“And, well, if I need to, I have a couple of really nice dresses in my size. No biggie. I can get more.
“Well, hope you'll take a chance on a naïve young girl from postapocalyptic Nevada with stars in her eyes and a pneumatic gauntlet on her hand."
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____VS_______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____VS______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____VS______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____VS (Ooh, like an irradiated jar from the Old World gone horribly wrong? Check the safety seals, people!)________"
The woman entering the Sorting Room in what looked like a brown potato sack with a hood on top might be mistaken for a monk - that is, if you didn't take into account the mechanical gauntlet on her right hand that would hurt at high velocity. With a tired sigh, she lowered her rucksack from her shoulder and turned to the application.
A fresh start. From what she'd managed to pick up after arriving in a place that was unexpectedly metropolitan beyond even the preserved grandeur of New Vegas, her travels had shunted her into another version of the Old World. There was a lot of science involved, and at this point she wasn't ruling out magic. Her knowledge of technology might not be as helpful here, but at least the Brotherhood of Steel wouldn't be after her for giving it out.
State your full name.
"Veronica Renata Santangelo."
She gasped when the quill extricated itself from her grip and wrote it for her, then let out a little shriek of delight. “Okay, let's see… Gloria Van Graff! Nolan McNamara! Robert House! California! Belgium! Brahmin Wellington is people!" The quill complied. “Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers! Anna Anna bo-banna banana-fanna-fo-fanna!"
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Cheese that isn't two hundred years old. Which means it's mostly from Brahmin. Or Bighorners if you're feeling fancy. Bighorner cheese because -" She winked, and was disappointed in spite of herself when the quill failed to transcribe. “- I like the finer things in life."
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
The world Veronica hailed from had gone off the rails of conventional history sometime in the 1950s. One of the few upsides was that neither gentleman had come on the scene by the time the bombs had fallen 204 (and counting) years ago. “Well, which one gets in punching range first?"
3. What time is it where you are?
"Time for you to get a watch. Time for me to get a watch, too. Or, even better! Before I showed up here, I was thinking of trying to scavenge a Pip-Boy. They map and they check your aim and they put down your appointments and they probably boil your eggs, too."
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Veronica was not unfamiliar with sexual harassment. From the NCRCF to the Gomorrah casino, there'd been guys wolf-whistling and calling on her to “ditch the robe," etc. “Well, if you have a leggy brunette we could… do some mutual harassment?"
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
"The Workshop. Because that's what I do - candlelit workshops and long walks across the wasteland. Or…" She half-smiled. “Maybe the Brotherhood of Beer."
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
“Are they all guys? Because if they are, wow, you're pretty mellow about it around here. I like that." Especially coming from an isolated organization with a vocal faction holding forth that baby-making was their responsibility to the Brotherhood. It's going to take a lot more than a bunch of baby showers for the Brotherhood to survive.
“Well, the Codex isn't really helpful on this - Harry should marry the one with bigger lasers, at least so he can take them away and lock them up in the attic, and then confiscate the other one's on the side? Or, let's see, a variety, so… what would they do in Caesar's Legion? Something Roman. Probably, er, a duel in the arena, maybe to the death, something like that. At least every moment those Legionaries mount each other is a moment they aren't being sexist jerkwads."
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I'm constantly disposing of it.
“Ah huh." She toed the ground. “Sorry about that? Seriously, I might be a scribe, but I can't give you much advice - I'm more of a field work, hands-on kind of girl."
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
“I've been putting things together and taking them apart before my first word. I can do it on the fly, too - I don't need a lot of fancy equipment to knock something together. And I'm pretty good at punching people. Or if I absolutely have to, I guess I could shoot them."
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
“I can fix your machines, or try to. I could teach you to punch things. I've got fission batteries." She gestured to her rucksack. “Not too many, because these things are heavy, but two hundred years and still going strong. Speaking of heavy, there's a thirty-five-pound bar of gold - you don't want to know where I got that. Orrrrr maybe you do. On the lighter side, there's holodisks on agricultural technology, because the guy I got them for didn't want them. Some people don't know a good thing when they see it." She smiled. It didn't quite get to her eyes.
“And, well, if I need to, I have a couple of really nice dresses in my size. No biggie. I can get more.
“Well, hope you'll take a chance on a naïve young girl from postapocalyptic Nevada with stars in her eyes and a pneumatic gauntlet on her hand."
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____VS_______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____VS______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____VS______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____VS (Ooh, like an irradiated jar from the Old World gone horribly wrong? Check the safety seals, people!)________"