Quest Seven: Well Three Dog isn't here

[littlemiss101]

[After making a trip to the cemetery, Mae runs home and grabs the phone.]

Hey Mayfield? Consider this a PSA.

If anyone's going to go dig up those bodies, be careful. My Geiger counter went nuts near them. So either they're highly irradiated or they're doing something else to mess with my pip-boy.

Either way. Radiation sickness is not fun, trust me.

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[walking_nuke]

Wait, you serious? They were radioactive?

... Shit. Shoulda known better ...

You got an idea how much'em bones were puttin' out?

Not at all

[littlemiss101]

I'm not sure.

My pip-boy has a Geiger counter on it. It was going crazy. I couldn't get a good reading from it.

[walking_nuke]

Well, shit-lesse, it's prolly been an hour since I went out to'a graveyard an' I ain't pukin' or-otherwise ...

[There's a pause as he mentally reviews various timetables for different levels of exposure.]

Okay, well, assumin' it is, then I guess I'll find out how bad in six hours at most. Because I'd uh-I'd taken a first-hand look myself.

[littlemiss101]

Well so far I haven't gotten any reports of radiation sickness. I don't think this place has any rad-away though, so if we do get it, we might be in a bit of trouble.

(Sorry about the delay!)

[walking_nuke]

Yeah, probably not.

[Balin's inclination is to think she's joking about Rad-Away, but he's mindful that she might come from a world that has something like that.]

I'll keep ya posted if I start gettin' hit with'a sickness. What's your name, by'a way? I'm Balin Wilbur. Sergeant First Class.

[littlemiss101]

Thanks. Nice to meet you.

I'm Mae.

Sorry for the delay! Thanksgiving was hectic.

[walking_nuke]

Heh, I'd say'a same if it werent for'a shit'a town's pullin' ...

Anyway, I better go. I need'a look at my notes on'is shit an' check up on my "son." Make sure he ain't gettin' any radiation sickness.

[littlemiss101]

Good luck.

[walking_nuke]

You too.

[Balin will hang up after that.]