Vault 101 Dweller, Fallout 3, Anywhere Pandimensional With A Ceiling

[mm_cam]

The door creaks open on a sunny, cool day where a thin wind that smells of faintly wrong things breezes over concrete and grass. A moment later the muzzle of a ten-millimeter pistol makes its appearance at the edge of the doorframe, followed first by the rest of the gun and then by its wielder: an Asian-looking woman who can't be more than twenty

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[rare_softness]

...Okay, that's a new one.

Call it professional curiosity, but Chainsaw wanders closer, head tilted.

Her expression isn't quite concerned; intrigued, maybe.

[mm_cam]

She's going to need a little bit before she can get up. Hopefully the locals won't give her trouble about it; what little she saw of them on the way in didn't look like those- those things in the school-

Oh. There's one of them now. With a look of chagrin she straightens her armor somewhat and come to her feet.

[rare_softness]

Amused: "You okay there?"

Funny thing: the words are about right for the situation, but the attitude isn't. Chainsaw has never bothered to conceal his (or her) tendency to laugh at the misfortunes of others.

[mm_cam]

"Yes, I think so." She takes a deep breath and makes an effort to put on a proper smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb anyone. I'm a little out of place at the moment, that's all."

Better than a few moments ago, at least?

[rare_softness]

"Oh, don't worry; you're not disturbing me."

She jerks her chin at the pistol.

"What's up with the combat gear? Expecting trouble someplace?"

A normal person might do something helpful like explain their surroundings, but Chainsaw isn't really a normal person.

[mm_cam]

"It's been nothing but trouble since I got up this morning," she mutters. As she glances around she adds, a little louder, "Is this Megaton? There were signs pointing this way but I got a little off course..."

[rare_softness]

"Nope. Milliways. Don't look that way."

Smirking, she points to the Window.

[mm_cam]

"Oh. Can't say I've heard of the place." Then again, she hasn't heard of a lot of places, something that's becoming more and more painfully clear.

She glances over at the window a moment, in that involuntary way most people do when told 'don't', and blinks. "Interesting holotape," she says after a bit.

[rare_softness]

"Not a holotape," says Chainsaw, grinning.

[mm_cam]

Another look.

"I'm... pretty sure nothing was blowing up like that outside before, ma'am," she says politely (she learned manners very early on in the Vault, and telling people older than you what you actually think isn't really all that advisable). "Shouldn't the window be shaking or something?"

[rare_softness]

"It's a very well-built window. And 'outside' doesn't mean the same thing here that it does there." A nod to the door.

[mm_cam]

"... I know things aren't quite how they taught us in the Vault, ma'am," she finally says, "but... I really don't see how 'outside' can mean two different things."

Polite Vault-dweller speak for you're funning with me, aren't you, ma'am.

[rare_softness]

She points to the Window. "One."

Front door. "Two."

Back door. "Three."

A shrug.

"See for yourself."

[mm_cam]

She gives the other woman a somewhat dubious look, and gets up to check the back door.

And promptly slams it shut with all her might, spinning to pin it closed with her back and braced legs.

It's the big blue room again.

[rare_softness]

From the look on Chainsaw's face, she probably did that on purpose.

"The back door, the front door, and the Window are three different kinds of outside. And you really don't like the outdoors much, do ya."

[mm_cam]

As far as she's concerned, back door outside is on par with out front outside, if a bit greener and less lumpy- she didn't really check in any kind of detail. The Window is the furthest thing from her thoughts right now. She's too busy trying to get the hyperventilating back under control.