(I'm happy to match format, so tag however you prefer.)
A. Welcome to Beacon
[Machines don't have souls. Machines don't go somewhere else when they're dead. Machines don't die.
But here he is, in some bizarre version of an afterlife. It suggests some kind of higher power out there, and it suggests that said higher power doesn't understand the very basics of what constitutes "life." It's all horribly confusing, but it's just one more thing to add to the absolute disaster that has been Danse's last few days.
He fins the garage after some brief wandering. A run-down fueling station, from the looks of it, familiar enough to be vaguely comforting. A sweep of the building found it clear of hostiles, and rife with old junk. He busies himself within, dragging things around, examining objects, constructing a livable space inside the shop. There's even an old mattress in a metal bedframe. All a Wastelander needs for a comfortable home. His lantern sits safely on a shelf, lighting his work.
For a few days, he's content to hide, distracting himself from reality by tinkering and sorting through the junk. Occasionally, he takes out the strange communication device and toys with it, until he understands mostly how it works (holotape technology here is truly stunning.) He watches the communications on the network but does not reach out. It's better for him to keep to himself, away from humans that the programming inside him might cause him to hurt.
On the third day, strangely, Danse notices that there is more junk in the garage. Crates full of food, water, and other miscellaneous supplies have appeared as though by magic. Perhaps some benefactor is looking out for him, or encouraging him to continue his isolation?
He's digging through a crate full of clothing, trying to find some in his size, when he hears the creak of the door opening, and footsteps. His laser rifle whirrs to life as he clicks the safety off, standing upright and keeping it at the ready as he calls out to whoever's come in looking for supplies.]
That's far enough. Who are you?
B. Hide and Seek 1
[After the third day, Danse has found enough calm to leave the garage, heading out to survey the rest of Beacon. He wanders the streets with his laser at his side, marveling at the intact Pre-War architecture. Apart from the utter lack of sunlight, this place is almost luxurious compared to the wasteland.
There's a small list of items he desires to scavenge. His laser is a trusted companion, but fusion cells don't seem to exist here and that means he has a very limited number of shots. Another firearm with plentiful ammunition would be ideal, and he decides to search the armory.
Unfortunately, this "armory" seems to be operating under the medieval definition. Swords? Battleaxes? Not really Paladin style (the irony is, indeed, lost on him.)
He decides, instead, on a baseball bat. Already planning how to hammer some nails through it or reinforce it for better damage, he tests its weight in his hands. Another person is "shopping" nearby.]
Please excuse me for interrupting, but I have a question for you. What can you tell me about the combat situations here?
C. Hide and Seek 2
[The general store seems like a good place to look for a few other necessities to keep at his base in the garage. He gathers a duffel bag, a variety of other food, bandages and disinfectant (synths do bleed, after all.) Then he's ready to leave when he stumbles on the literature aisle.
Books are rare enough in the Wasteland to make them a valuable commodity. The Brotherhood was mostly interested in technical books, so fiction wasn't overly common within the barracks. Having an entire aisle of unburned, intact books all laid out before him is an incredible opportunity.
This is what leads to the bizarre sight of a large, stern man in a flight suit with a baseball bat slung over one shoulder, leaning against a shelf and flipping through the raunchiest-looking bodice-ripper available with wide, shocked eyes.]
D. Wildcard
[OOC: Plot with me or make something up!
Danse will be sticking close to his garage, setting out to scavenge for tools and supplies to make the place more livable. He will be a bit skittish around others to begin with, but feel free to have your character say hello and etiquette will demand he return the friendly sentiments. He'll try really hard, anyway.]
Danse | OTA
A. Welcome to Beacon
[Machines don't have souls. Machines don't go somewhere else when they're dead. Machines don't die.
But here he is, in some bizarre version of an afterlife. It suggests some kind of higher power out there, and it suggests that said higher power doesn't understand the very basics of what constitutes "life." It's all horribly confusing, but it's just one more thing to add to the absolute disaster that has been Danse's last few days.
He fins the garage after some brief wandering. A run-down fueling station, from the looks of it, familiar enough to be vaguely comforting. A sweep of the building found it clear of hostiles, and rife with old junk. He busies himself within, dragging things around, examining objects, constructing a livable space inside the shop. There's even an old mattress in a metal bedframe. All a Wastelander needs for a comfortable home. His lantern sits safely on a shelf, lighting his work.
For a few days, he's content to hide, distracting himself from reality by tinkering and sorting through the junk. Occasionally, he takes out the strange communication device and toys with it, until he understands mostly how it works (holotape technology here is truly stunning.) He watches the communications on the network but does not reach out. It's better for him to keep to himself, away from humans that the programming inside him might cause him to hurt.
On the third day, strangely, Danse notices that there is more junk in the garage. Crates full of food, water, and other miscellaneous supplies have appeared as though by magic. Perhaps some benefactor is looking out for him, or encouraging him to continue his isolation?
He's digging through a crate full of clothing, trying to find some in his size, when he hears the creak of the door opening, and footsteps. His laser rifle whirrs to life as he clicks the safety off, standing upright and keeping it at the ready as he calls out to whoever's come in looking for supplies.]
That's far enough. Who are you?
B. Hide and Seek 1
[After the third day, Danse has found enough calm to leave the garage, heading out to survey the rest of Beacon. He wanders the streets with his laser at his side, marveling at the intact Pre-War architecture. Apart from the utter lack of sunlight, this place is almost luxurious compared to the wasteland.
There's a small list of items he desires to scavenge. His laser is a trusted companion, but fusion cells don't seem to exist here and that means he has a very limited number of shots. Another firearm with plentiful ammunition would be ideal, and he decides to search the armory.
Unfortunately, this "armory" seems to be operating under the medieval definition. Swords? Battleaxes? Not really Paladin style (the irony is, indeed, lost on him.)
He decides, instead, on a baseball bat. Already planning how to hammer some nails through it or reinforce it for better damage, he tests its weight in his hands. Another person is "shopping" nearby.]
Please excuse me for interrupting, but I have a question for you. What can you tell me about the combat situations here?
C. Hide and Seek 2
[The general store seems like a good place to look for a few other necessities to keep at his base in the garage. He gathers a duffel bag, a variety of other food, bandages and disinfectant (synths do bleed, after all.) Then he's ready to leave when he stumbles on the literature aisle.
Books are rare enough in the Wasteland to make them a valuable commodity. The Brotherhood was mostly interested in technical books, so fiction wasn't overly common within the barracks. Having an entire aisle of unburned, intact books all laid out before him is an incredible opportunity.
This is what leads to the bizarre sight of a large, stern man in a flight suit with a baseball bat slung over one shoulder, leaning against a shelf and flipping through the raunchiest-looking bodice-ripper available with wide, shocked eyes.]
D. Wildcard
[OOC: Plot with me or make something up!
Danse will be sticking close to his garage, setting out to scavenge for tools and supplies to make the place more livable. He will be a bit skittish around others to begin with, but feel free to have your character say hello and etiquette will demand he return the friendly sentiments. He'll try really hard, anyway.]