Oh man, my head is killing me. What holiday was yesterday? Why’d I have to go and drink that much? Okay, no sweat, just calm down and you can figure this out.
…Aaaaany second now.
Okay, let’s start with the basics. What’s your name? …Catherine. Okay, I’ve got something at least. Next question: what the hell’s a Pip-Boy Model 3000 supposed to be, why is it attached to my arm, and why won’t it come off!? It’s not even all that useful, all the screens are gibberish. Stupid thing.
Dammit, this isn’t good. Catherine. That’s seriously all I have. Great. I have no idea where the hell I am. This room is huge, I can’t even see the walls through all these pillars. Maybe one of them has an intercom or something, let me call for assistance. Don’t think I can count on them if maintenance left all this crap on the floor and someone really need to turn that overhead light down, but something’s gotta be better than nothing.
((A few things to note: She's in a
blue jumpsuit with
101 on the back, and on her left arm is an
arm-mounted PDA, for lack of a better word. At the very least, the Pip-Boy is very noticeable.))