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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

The sign at Ellen's table is a little bit different today than it was last time.

Skilled needleworker and repair person looking for odd jobs to keep Bar tab down. Will accept bottlecaps as payment, or lessons in dismantling atomic weaponry. Please contact Ellen Park in the Vault 101 jumpsuit.That should do it. She nods in some satisfaction and

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[theforerunner]

"What kind of nuclear surprises?" Steve asks, catching sight of her book title before he notices her and looking more than a little bemused.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"An undetonated A-bomb that's been sitting in a crater for the past two hundred years," Ellen says, glancing up. "Mostly I'm just trying to work out how to dismantle its activation mechanisms, since they're pretty similar to what we had on the Vault 101 reactor. Hello, Mr. Rogers. How have you been?"

[theforerunner]

"Well, thank you," He says, absently. "It's still active?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Unfortunately, yes," says Ellen. "And it's apparently got some kind of cult worshipping it, and at least one man who tried to pay me to set it off."

[magic_ferret]

Yuuno doesn't have enough !!!! for the sign. His culture has a handful of triggers for screaming horror. Nukes? High on the list.

"Saint Kings bones," he says, "Please tell me you aren't on a time limit?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"The bomb in question is close to two hundred years old and still live," Ellen says, looking up, "but there's no timer on it. It was one of the sort that requires a drop and a detonator pulse charge to set off the nuclear reaction. So there's no limit of which I'm aware, unless you count someone trying to bribe outsiders to set it off."