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[ OOM: Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
And whatev- woah, hold on, aren't we forgetting something? ]
So there were one or two to take care of first.
One of those things was Bessie, the faithful, rather smelly two-headed Brahmin that had been with her for a while now, carrying all the things she and her companions could not. Now they had trunk space for that, but they couldn't take the beast with them anymore.
"C'mon, girl," she urges, tugging gently at the rope attached to the cattle's harness. She leads Bess in the direction of the door to Out-Back to find a place to keep her in the mean time until deciding what to do with her. Maybe there's room in the stables?
Once that's taken care of and she's checked on her garden work, she'll come back inside, take off the small health-monitoring device on her right wrist and leave at the Bar with a note for Jordan Kennedy.
(Getting injured these days seems a trifle harder than it used to be, but there should be good data on a few gun-shot wounds, some blunt trauma, mutant insect bites and stings, and one stubbed toe from a half-buried rock - man, that thing came out of nowhere.)
For the other matter, she writes out another notice to go on the board:
Looking for: anyone able to provide instruction in using a 'car'
(There is a drawing of a box and circles meant to convey the image of an automobile)
Ask for Sativa (blue and yellow Vault-suit, yellow '13' on the back)
At the bottom is an addendum:
Also, available to a good home: One Brahmin, in reasonably good condition.
Accompanied by a stick figure drawing of what is apparently a two-headed jellybean on legs.
After washing up and changing into her vault suit, Sativa sits down with a plate of ribs. Mmm, ribs.
So: Sativa in bar with cow, Sativa outside with cow, or Sativa in bar with ribs.
[TinyTagWithRibs: Sativa]
[Open forever]
[You are now hungry for ribs]
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
And whatev- woah, hold on, aren't we forgetting something? ]
So there were one or two to take care of first.
One of those things was Bessie, the faithful, rather smelly two-headed Brahmin that had been with her for a while now, carrying all the things she and her companions could not. Now they had trunk space for that, but they couldn't take the beast with them anymore.
"C'mon, girl," she urges, tugging gently at the rope attached to the cattle's harness. She leads Bess in the direction of the door to Out-Back to find a place to keep her in the mean time until deciding what to do with her. Maybe there's room in the stables?
Once that's taken care of and she's checked on her garden work, she'll come back inside, take off the small health-monitoring device on her right wrist and leave at the Bar with a note for Jordan Kennedy.
(Getting injured these days seems a trifle harder than it used to be, but there should be good data on a few gun-shot wounds, some blunt trauma, mutant insect bites and stings, and one stubbed toe from a half-buried rock - man, that thing came out of nowhere.)
For the other matter, she writes out another notice to go on the board:
Looking for: anyone able to provide instruction in using a 'car'
(There is a drawing of a box and circles meant to convey the image of an automobile)
Ask for Sativa (blue and yellow Vault-suit, yellow '13' on the back)
At the bottom is an addendum:
Also, available to a good home: One Brahmin, in reasonably good condition.
Accompanied by a stick figure drawing of what is apparently a two-headed jellybean on legs.
After washing up and changing into her vault suit, Sativa sits down with a plate of ribs. Mmm, ribs.
So: Sativa in bar with cow, Sativa outside with cow, or Sativa in bar with ribs.
[TinyTagWithRibs: Sativa]
[Open forever]
[You are now hungry for ribs]