Ellen eases the door open before ducking swiftly through and slamming it shut. "Oh, thank God," she says to no one in particular. "I was starting to think I wouldn't find it here
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"Um," John says, as he spots her after he orders a red gatorade at the bar. He's broken the cap, but hasn't had any of it. He screws the cap back down and stops nearby, walking in her line of sight--though she's looking down, so it's hard to tell how well that works.
"Hey, Ellen," he says, "you should probably--" her leg is bleeding. "Drink this? Unless you like a different flavor better, I mean. Um, do you need anything for your leg?"
"Flavor?" Ellen says a little blankly. "Of- oh, the- whatever that is? It's very red... um, a first aid kit or something, I guess. It's not that serious, it's just messy. I mean, if that's not a problem."
Setting the first aid kit beside her, and uncapping his own gatorade (Running around the lake totally counts as physical stress, right?), he glances at her. "Pretty good. I've been researching world war one for a girl here; she wants to get ready for it without--learning too much, I guess.
"I'm trying to get myself and a Brotherhood of Steel Paladin from the National Archives into the western entrances of the old Capitol building," Ellen says. "Only most of the Mall is a trench system full of supermutants now, and there's mutants and Enclave fighting it out on the steps of the Capitol, so it's sort of figuring out just how much running we can do before we have to start shooting."
"Do you need any help? Er, with tactics. I don't have that much experience, but planning's something of a--" he flounders slightly, "I'm pretty good at it."
"If you wouldn't mind?" Ellen says. She passes the map in John's direction and starts looking for a pencil. "I can fill some of this in with what's there now..."
"It's okay," Ellen says automatically. "Oh, here we go. All right, this is where I am now- the old National Archives building. It's a ways back from the Mall proper, which is good, because these are where the mutant sentry positions were last I checked..."
"Most of the Enclave are carrying plasma rifles. Accurate range is somewhat less than a hunting rifle in good repair, considerably more than a twelve-gauge combat shotgun," Ellen says. "Their backup weapons are either laser or plasma pistols, although I think some of them have melee weapons. The mutants are another story. Those have assault rifles and miniguns, and I think some of them use rocket launchers, but I haven't seen any of those in play yet."
"Okay," he says, noting where she says they were on the map.
They discuss tactics for awhile, and different possible routes--all of them with their own load of monsters--before finally John laughs, a little amused.
"It's okay. You don't have to apologize for saying what's true."
She looks down at the map. "Um. When you say after all of this, do you mean after busting through the Capitol, or do you mean something bigger than that? Because I can never tell."
"Hey, Ellen," he says, "you should probably--" her leg is bleeding. "Drink this? Unless you like a different flavor better, I mean. Um, do you need anything for your leg?"
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"I would totally be offering help if it was a problem," he says, grins. "Sure, give me a moment?"
Back to the Bar for a first aid kit and another gatorade.
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"What's the map for?"
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"What's the range on their weaponry?"
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They discuss tactics for awhile, and different possible routes--all of them with their own load of monsters--before finally John laughs, a little amused.
"Have I told you that your world sucks, before?"
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Illusions are for other people.
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He hands the map over. "Do you guys have a plan for what you're up to after--all of this?"
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She looks down at the map. "Um. When you say after all of this, do you mean after busting through the Capitol, or do you mean something bigger than that? Because I can never tell."
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