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(( Hello everyone! Despite it being about an entire year since I was last active on here, I’m still very much alive and so is Holiday! you can now find her over @alittlebiirdtoldme ~! I’ve refined her character a whole bunch as well as expanded a TON on Keystone itself (even started dabbling in the creation kit and trying some voice acting!) I’ve even got a lot more OCs/ characters I’ve added to the world that I’ll talk about a lot over there! I’m gonna reblog this post twice a day for about a week along with the new promo! ))

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PSA!!

(( Hello everyone! Despite it being about an entire year since I was last active on here, I’m still very much alive and so is Holiday! you can now find her over @alittlebiirdtoldme ~! I’ve refined her character a whole bunch as well as expanded a TON on Keystone itself (even started dabbling in the creation kit and trying some voice acting!) I’ve even got a lot more OCs/ characters I’ve added to the world that I’ll talk about a lot over there! I’m gonna reblog this post twice a day for about a week along with the new promo! ))

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(( aaaa apologies for disappearing bUT gUESS WHos GOT A NEw bLO G ))

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Bell shivered slightly, the tone of the woman’s voice starting to put her on edge. 

It was so strange to hear the woman talk about her future in an unknown way. It was like being there with her as she experienced what she already knew. It was saddening in a way to listen to this woman’s life play out.

The military, as far as she knew, was nonexistent. It had fallen apart when the war happened. 

Bell nudged her feet together, continuing to listen. 

The woman’s grandparents were clearly sick. The woman had gotten better, but her grandparents remained ill. She knew that when old people got sick, it was harder for them to get better. Sometimes they would unfortunately succumb to their illnesses.

By the way it sounded, her grandparents were agitated due to their sickness. She could understand them being cranky, but not out right refusing to eat, or even converse with their grandchild.

She began to worry if they were about to starve to death.

Bell fumbled for a new tape, then put it in and pressed the play button. Now worried about the grandparents fate.

The tape played silence for a while before soft sniffling and sobbing played through the speakers. 

“I’m not sure what’s wrong with them.” The woman sounded hopeless and mortified, much like how she sounded when the bombs had dropped. 

“I managed to pick the lock to the door so I could at least bring them food and water. They hadn’t had either since they locked themselves in there I think.  I thought the worst case scenario would be them getting a little cross with but...but this is so...so much worse. 

The way they acted...it was animalistic. I tried talking to them but the most I got from them were snarls, hissing, and growling. They seemed angered but thankfully they didn’t do anything to hurt me.

What happened? Will the same thing happen to me? Are they even still my grandparents or-...or are they something else?

I need to find some help quick before I do end up like them. I’ve just got to get the damned radio to work better. Expand it’s range somehow. There are enough tools and materials down  here; I’m sure a bit of tinkering wouldn’t hurt. Worst case scenario here? A busted radio. Wouldn’t be much of a difference really, it’s been nothing but silence and static on the other end ever since we turned it on.” The tape skipped and the sound of metal clattering against metal rang out. A sigh left the woman recording. “Done and done. Hopefully this will do the trick.”  The click of a switch was followed by static. 

“Hello? Is anyone out there? Anyone at all... Please, I need help. I’m in the Holiday mansion in Halton Heights, the radiation above is still too high, I’m trapped here in the basement. Please, if anyone is out there....help us.” Another skip was followed with an irritated sigh. 

“Still nothing. I can’t take this anymore. If the radiation was going to kill me it would have done it by now. 

I’m going up. 

And if I don’t come back...

grandpop...granny....I’m sorry. 

I love you.”

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(( o h shit im alive :<>  apologies for going missing for a while my muse has been super strong for another character and aaaaa ))

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me: if you mix sunset sarsaparilla and nuka cola wild john caleb bradberton arises from his console as a frozen head atop a battle mech and festus climbs out of his display on all fours like a spider and they fight to the death

my gf: i think you mean all eights festus has 6 legs

me: tru tho we dont know if he has extra legs

my gf: he does

me:he so does

my gf: his entire bottom half is a spider you just can't tell cuz u only see the top part

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The only quest in Freeside that matters.

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pretxnderr:

Bell listened intently now. At first, it sounded like the woman had completely given up on everything. The worst part was that the woman was blaming herself for all this. She didn’t know that the bomb was going to drop so early. She couldn’t help that she had been afraid.

That’s what Bell often told herself. That she couldn’t help being afraid.

The next part of the tape made her shiver. The way the woman spoke, the fear and sadness in her voice, made her wonder exactly what was happening to her. The very idea of falling apart was a terrifying one.

She couldn’t help but imagine the woman’s hair falling out, her skin rotting off. Living through the symptoms of radiation poisoning sounded horrendous. 

A corpse?

Bell rubbed her arm nervously. A living corpse. The only image that came to mind was the ghouls, and they terrified her.

If the woman was alive then that would make her Miss Holiday. Wouldn’t it?

But she remembered being told Miss Holiday was the only resident of the house.

Bell put in the new tape, pressing play and bracing herself for what was to come. 

“I’m beginning to wonder if there even is a military left to contact now. You would think they would’ve reached out to us first or sent out some sort of message to everyone.  Geiger counter still reads well above safe levels outside. I wonder if all that stuff on TV about it taking a month to clear was made up.  This wouldn’t be a problem if we weren’t running out of food.  And worse we’re completely run out of all anti-rad drugs and my grandparents-...I’m worried about them. They haven’t been eating hardly anything. I think maybe it’s because they want me to have more but...I can’t; we have to share it all equally I can’t just let them starve.”  The tape skipped. “My grandparent’s have been keeping to themselves in spare room down here. I think it’s for the best though. We’ve been cooped up down here for so long and we’ve been through so much we’ve been getting in these petty fights.” She sighs but not in annoyance, rather it sounded wistful.  “Just like old times.”  Another skip.There’s a sort of hollow howling sound in the background among the static.  “I wonder what’s going on up there. Sounds like some kind of storm but it’s been raging on for days. Can’t be a hurricane this far up the U.S let alone this time of year. A snow storm maybe? I’ve heard before that something called a nuclear winter could happen after an atomic disaster, maybe that’s what it is.” And another skip.

“I’ve been bringing my grandparents food to their room for the last week and they continue to refuse it. We fought about it of course then they had the nerve to lock me out. I guess the tables really have turned.”

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Nick Valentine - Fallout 4

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something bad happened when i tried to play fallout today

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Concern for the woman ran through Bell. She knew a bomb had been dropped some time ago. It was about two hundred years ago, give or take. The little girl never thought she’d get an account of the event

Bell sniffed, tears falling once more. It was such a horrible tragedy that left the world in shatters. Hearing someone cry about it, and hearing someone talk about it with them not even knowing what happened, was enough to make her heart throb.

It almost felt like she was there herself.

Bell shifted slightly, putting in a new tape. This time, her finger hovered above the play button. Did she really want to know what continued to happen to this poor woman?

But did she really think living in a state of never knowing was better?

Her small finger hesitantly hit the play button, and she bit her lip in anticipation. 

Another tape that opened with sobbing, only this time it was accompanied by a horrible wracking cough echoed by a similar one from what sounded like two other people in the room.  “It’s been...three weeks. Still no word from the military.  And what’s worse-” The woman choked up and turned away to let out both a sob and a heaving cough into her hands.  “I think we’re dying.” “The radiation should be clearing by now at least a little. They told us I-It takes about a month t-to...to clear. But it’s s-still lethal out there.  It’s all my fault.  This is all my fault. If I would’ve just...talked to that man from Vault Tec... If I would have just signed those damned papers we would’ve had a place to go.  None of this would have happened.”   The tape cut off and skipped ahead. “I feel so sick. We all do. None of us can keep anything down and we’re wasting our food supply. My grandfather thought this place was sealed well enough to keep out the radiation. I suppose he was wrong. We’re going to have to double up on radaway and rad-x for the time being.” The tape skipped ahead again.  “I don’t think anyone is coming to save us. Nothing but radio silence and emergency alerts.  The anti-radiation drugs don’t seem to be helping. Vomiting continues and...my skin... Oh god my skin. My teeth...my hair... We’re falling apart.” Another skip.  “Something strange is happening to me. I-...I don’t really know how to describe it...

I’m...I’m feeling better! Much better.  I look horrible however. Like...like a corpse. The same thing happened to my grandparents. I’m scared but...less now. 

I think we’re going to be okay.

I hope we can go back up soon. I’ve only got a few holotapes left. Have to keep recording on the same one to ration them out.” The tape skipped.  “I can honestly say I’m feeling just like my old self again! Can’t say I look like my old self though but...I’m alive. 

We’re alive.

My grandparents have still been feeling rather ill so I told my grandfather I would take over manning the radio. It’s the least I can do.”

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Bell shifted slightly in discomfort. She wiped more tears off her face as she heard the woman crying.

Despite her lack of knowledge about the past, she knew what being drafted meant. She knew it meant you were forced to fight in a battle or war. She could understand why the woman was so upset by this. Being taken away from everything you knew was truly a horrible feeling.

The last few sounds the tape made raised worry and alarm in the child. The poor woman already sounded terrified. 

She wasn’t sure of what relation the woman had to Miss Holiday anymore. 

Curious of the woman’s fate, she stood once again, placing a new tape into the player. Bell hit play, not even bothering to try and sit down.

This was much more serious than some show.

The next tape was much different than the others, it didn’t start off as a journal entry with any sort of bored or cheerful introduction, instead there was a long period of nothing but static until the soft sound of sobbing broke through.  “I...I don’t really know how to describe what happened.” It was the same woman but her voice was hushed, whether from fear of being heard or simply some horrible looming fear in general. There was the soft sound of chatter from somewhere behind her; the panicked voice of a man.  “I-I was...I was In my room and...a-and...oh god. The sirens went of. Th-the warning came through on the news. We grabbed what we could and ran to the basement.  Oh god...the flash. The sound. One after the other.  It’s quiet now.  So quiet.  My grandfather is trying to get through to the military on his HAM radio but no one is answering.  I’m so scared.”

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fuckin hate when legion soldiers just walk up and go ‘ave’ like yeah i want y'all to get ave from me

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Bell listened more intently this time to what the woman was saying. The sad tone of the woman’s voice put her on edge, and she didn’t know why. Maybe it was because she always felt compelled to comfort those in need. Or maybe it was because that tone rang familiar to her.

The little girl pushed what was left of her food to the side. She wasn’t hungry anymore. Besides, sadness always made her lose her appetite. 

Bell listened to the woman’s story, the feeling of relation poking at her mind. She shivered slightly and folded her hands. She was familiar with freezing up in inopportune moments. She would usually just hug onto her father as tight as possible, and he would start speaking for her.

Sometimes she would cling to her mother or brother, but she knew it was impossible to do that now. 

They’d always tell her not to worry about what others thought about her. And she’d try her best to listen to them. 

She wished she were better at listening. 

Tears pricked her eyes as she tried to drown out her sorrows by paying closer attention to the woman. 

Bell felt a small sob push through her as tears rolled down her face. The world didn’t completely end. 

She knew that Vault Tec shielded people from the war. That was about all she knew. Her father always discussed it so quietly and vaguely she never understood much about it.

She wondered about what vault the woman ended up in. She wondered why she hadn’t talked about Miss Holiday yet. Perhaps she got this house after the war.

Bell sniffled, moving over to the tapes. Her shaky hand fumbled for the next tape as she wiped the tears off her face. She placed it gently into the slot, sitting the used one down on the table. 

She pressed play, quietly sitting back down.

“Dear journal, I-I...I don’t know what I’m going to do. Th-they...they found me somehow.  I got the letter this morning.  I’m...being drafted.” The woman fell silent for a moment before a loud sniffle crackled through the speakers of the tape player.  “I...I don’t know what to do...I-I can’t do this I-I-I’m not a soldier! I can’t-” She was interrupted by roaring sound in the distance. Sirens. Something crackled in the location she was recording, news on a radio or perhaps a television. 

The woman gasped. 

“Oh god.”

The tape ended.