☢ one.

[executed]

↳ phone

You know, all this Pre-War nonsense aside I really haven't had the chance to learn just who is in charge. I mean, there's always someone behind strange kidnappings, yeah? I know I've had my unfortunate share of them and all I can hope it's not some crazy, old dude with a taste for bomb collars again or a bunch of robot brains in jars.

... But considering I woke up without any major organs missing, I'm going to guess that it isn't the latter. I really, really hope so anyway.

↳ action • general store

( If there is one good thing about Mayfield that Corey has come to really love is the fact there is an abundance of food. Good foods without the risk of radiation or you know… possibly being from sometime before the Pre-War.

Of course, coming from such a different era does lead to some confusion such as the one she's facing right now as she stares down the rows of pre-packaged beef. )

What's it supposed to be though... ? Barhmin? Maybe Bighorner. Hmm.

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General Store

[thelonewanderer]

[She hears that as she's passing by...Barhmin...]

Sorry strange question. But are you from a place called the Wasteland by any chance?

[So asks a woman with a pip-boy on her arm.]

[executed]

( Oh, well, this is a plus! )

Yeah, I am actually. The Mojave variety.

[thelonewanderer]

Really? That's great! I mean, it sucks that you're stuck here, but someone else from home is great. I'm from the eastcoast. DC, the Capital Wasteland as we call it.

[Holds out her hand to shake.]

My name's Mae.

[executed]

The Capital? Wow, I've heard how hard hit that place is. We got off pretty easy out and around New Vegas thanks to House and his crazy Pre-War defense systems.

( Gonna place that meat down for a handshake. )

Most call me Corey.

Phone

[baptizedinflame]

[Ah, well there's a voice he didn't think he'd hear.]

You do have a way of finding your way to trouble.

Hello Courier. Welcome to Mayfield.

[executed]

Joshua? Oh no, I'm not tripping out on that sacred datura root stuff again, am I? Because the last time that happened I had to fight the ghost of a yao guai.

The ghost of a yao guai that was on fire.

That really sucked.

[baptizedinflame]

[A chuckle at that.]

Not that I am aware of. I have yet to see any yao guai here at all, let alone ghosts of them.

You've simply arrived in a small pre-war town, where all the inhabitants are supplied by mysterious kidnappers with far too much power for their own good.

[executed]

Well then, thank goodness for small favors.

Powers, huh. What kind of powers are we talking about? Besides time control and silly flowers, that is.

Action: general store

[demonizes]

It's dead cow. [Matter o' factly while grabbing a packet of meat meant for pan cooking.]

(1/2)

[executed]

Cow, huh. I see.

[executed]

( A beat. )

... But what the hell is a cow?

[demonizes]

[What.]


...You're kidding. Right.

[executed]

( Your face. )

Are you going to tell me, or... ? Cause really, I have never heard of a 'cow' before.

[kinship]

[Cain was just doing his daily shopping for something for dinner, amused to hear the question. It was still so strange to meet people from so many different worlds and times. So Corey will have a very small boy smiling up at him as he reaches past for a packet for himself.]

It's beef, meat from a cow.

[executed]

( She glances over curious, scooting to make sure he had enough room to get what he needed. )

Cow, huh. There's even animals in this place I haven't heard of before.

[kinship]

You don't have cows where you're from?

[Wow, now that's a new one.]

How about pigs? Chickens?

[executed]

Nope, radiation probably killed them out after the war.

( A thoughtful look. )

Mm, not that I know of. Might exist somewhere else, but not in the Mojave.

In the house!

[grumpiest_tree]

[Again, Groot was merely having a simple breakfast when there's chattering in the phone in the hallway again.

This probably means a new housemate...

With a sigh he goes to see who the unfortunate is this time.

...What's this about missing organs or brains in jars?]

I take it you were already humanoid before waking up here then? You should be glad this town feels that should be the default setting.

You don't realize how much you miss your roots or sclerenchyma until they're gone...

[executed]

( Oh, well, hello.

And yeah, watch out for those talking brains in jars. )

Humanoid, yeah. Humanoid cyborg, technically but who's really keeping up.

( She's about to ask just what else they would make it, when one too many memories hit her and she makes a face. At least until his words catch her attention and she blinks curiously. ) Roots? Sc... scle... that other word you said.

[grumpiest_tree]

Sclerenchyma. As in the principle support and protective cells of leaves and their stems. It's slightly minor compared to the protection of the layers produced by the cork cambium, but again, you don't realize you miss it until it is gone.

Instead, I'm covered in this layer of cells that contains no cellulose at all. But enough of my troubles.

You said you were a cyborg? In retrospect, I don't think I've met many of those before. But then, where I just came from was still recovering from an almost complete domination by the Phallanx. So quite a lot of technology was corrupted by their techno-organic virus.

[executed]

( Yeah, you've completely lost her. She's learned a thing or two about a lot of things, plants weren't one but there isn't a lot one can do about that in a literal nuclear wasteland. )

Huh, learn something everyday. And oh, yeah or... I was. I had my heart and spine taken out and replaced by this weird technology. Yeah, it's kind of rare though considering there isn't too much tech in the Mojave. Lots of old stuff from the Pre-War days but nothing too fancy.

Still Phallanx and techno-organic viruses? Sounds... well, not good.

phone

[swordsinside]

Taste for bomb collars, huh?

[executed]

They're terrible really. But the Brotherhood seems to like them when they need to get stuff done.

[swordsinside]

The Brotherhood?

[executed]

Of Steel, even! They're a bunch of guys that really, really like Pre-War science junk.