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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Scritchity-scratch-scratch creeeeeeeek, goes a door in the Staff and Other Important Areas part of the bar.

A gray and black form slinks out at the creeeeeek noise and darts through the sea of patrons' ankles, tail held high and slobbery paper something-or-other clutched in his jaws. The dog- not quite two feet tall at the shoulder, somewhat

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[thanksrainman]

Gus notices the dog from down the Bar a bit, and watches with a sort of confused interest.

Hey, wait a minute. Isn't that...

"Hey, Dog," he says. "Whatchya got there?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Dogmeat remembers this guy. Dogmeat remembers a lot of people, actually; people don't give him enough credit for that.

He holds up the bag as best he can; it's full of a number of items useful for physical rehabilitation exercises, elastic cords and ankle weights and hand exercisers and the like. Of course, he hasn't got hands, so he's holding it up with the handles clamped in his jaws, but still.

[thanksrainman]

Gus takes the bag, more out of curiosity than anything, and looks in it. He's not planning on taking anything from it, mainly because he knows the importance of having one or two people around who don't want to smash his skull in.

"Where's your lady?" he asks. Yep, he's definitely been around Milliways for too long if he's talking to a dog like it were a human.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Dogmeat turns without ceremony and trots back towards the door he came in by. He stops at the door to make sure that Gus is following him, because, well, the humans don't always understand where they're supposed to go. Right this way!

[thanksrainman]

Huh. All right.

Gus takes a moment before hauling himself to his feet and following after Dogmeat.

He can't help but get the feeling that he might have missed something terribly important.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Li'l bit, yeah.

Especially since Dogmeat next stops at the door to the infirmary.

[thanksrainman]

Gus just stares down at Dogmeat.

"You're not gonna tell me what happened, are you?" he asks rather dumbly.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

That depends. Does "WHURF" count as an answer?

[thanksrainman]

Gus just rolls his eyes and pushes the door open to the infirmary.

"Hello?" he calls cautiously.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Over here," calls Ellen, who's not about to get up. "I'm not really supposed to be walking right now."

Icon to the contrary, she's got no hair worth mentioning right now. That includes eyebrows. Those fell out naturally. Her scalp... well, some of the hair up there fell out on its own, some of it was shaved. It has not been a good two weeks.

[thanksrainman]

"Fucking Christ."

You'll just have to excuse him for a moment while he deals with this whole situation.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen offers a wry half-smile. "Hi, Gus," she says. "I'm not dead."

She's pretty sure she needs to establish that from the start.

[thanksrainman]

"What the fuck happened to you?" he asks, trying not to make it obvious that he'd really rather keep his distance.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Radiation. A lot of it," Ellen says. She finds her dosimeter badge and holds it up to show that the color is still factory standard. "I'm clean now. No rads at all."

[thanksrainman]

"Do I even want to know?" asks Gus.

He dares to inch closer, remembering the bag he took from Dogmeat.

"Er. I think this is yours."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"It's a long story. There was a battle involved."

Ellen's pretty sure going into any kind of detail will make Gus twitch and start talking about Canada.

"Oh- thank you," she says as she reaches for the bag. "I'm not supposed to be up and about yet, but I'm not very good at just staying in bed..."