#a nuka world ticket

[x688plsloveme]

Excuse the bad quality of my camera but YALL. I was geeking out so hard when I got this. All I ordered was the fusion core, but HandmadeFallout (Etsy) added all these extra bits I'm so happy

[sixrandompirates]

I walk into the Nuka-Cade with my explosive shotgun and head for the Bandit Roundup, and Fritsch stands right behind me like

[fusionnukacola]

How about sole bringing the companions to Nuka World and like what they enjoy doing the most there? I’m currently playing that dlc and I just wish you and your companion could go on rides together or for them to at least react to some of the things going on. Oh and also the raiders are probably not there anymore and the amusement park is safer now

Thank you for the request! I'm going into this with the assumption that all the rides are fixed.

Cait: Honestly, doesn't pay much attention to the rides. She's more focused on finding the crate of Nuka-Dark she just knows Sole keeps in the penthouse. However, she won't say no if you ask to go on some of the more exciting rides like the ArcJet G-Force. If romanced, comments on how sturdy the double bed looks in the penthouse, and makes a suggestive comment saying they should test it out for safety reasons.

Codsworth: Doesn't go on most of the rides because he can't, but he can sort of go on the Teacups, so that's around the only one he likes. All throughout the park he's talking to Sole about the time they came here with their partner and baby Shaun. Constantly comments on all the dust on the rides, saying it's a shame for them not to have been in use before. He's a fan of the ride there, saying it's nice seeing the views.

Curie: Absolutely loves the Teacups and the Ferris Wheel. Curie isn't much of a fan of the thriller rides, so she sticks to the safer ones. The second she sees them though, she wants to know exactly how they work. Not much of a fan of seeing all the grime the raiders that previously lived there accumulated.

Danse: Pretends he doesn't want to go on the various rides, claiming it's a matter of safety. However, he secretly wants to go on some of the rollercoasters. Sole has caught him on more than one occasion staring at the Nuka-Rockets, but every time they ask about it he says that he is simply observing it. If romanced, will eventually say yes, and Sole even gets a photo of the two of them.

Deacon: Goes on every. single. ride. This man will grab Sole's hand and sprint to lead them to rides. He doesn't go ride to ride, instead picking a random ride, even if it's miles away. Begs Sole to get the popcorn and hot dog makers working. If romanced, kisses Sole at the top of every ride.

Hancock: Immediately suggests having sex on every ride. Romanced or not. If not, probably is saying it as a joke. (Probably.) Goes on the high-speed rollercoasters the most, but also likes the easier ones, like the carousel. He says it's a "pallet cleanser."

MacCready: You ALREADY KNOW he's heading straight for Safari Center. When he meets Cito, he literally goes insane. Asks for an autograph. Cito doesn't know what that is. Loves the Angry Anaconda. He'll ask to ride it again and again. Tells Sole they should start selling tickets to it, that they could make a lot of caps.

Nick: Makes comments about the few times he and Jennifer came here. Mostly likes the ferris wheel, and says he's too old for the rollercoasters. If romanced, he'll give Sole a peck at the top of the ferris wheel, like a gentleman.

Piper: Documents at every turn. When she gets back to Diamond city, she immediately posts an article about it all. Almost every settler is in line for the amusement park after that. Likes the more half & half rides, nothing too slow or fast. Her favorite is the Cola-cars arena.

Preston: Explains how grateful he is to Sole for clearing out the raiders that occupied the park before anything. Initially a little scared of going on the rides for safety, but once Sole explains how they already rode the rides, he's convinced. Not before lightly scolding them for doing that, of course.

Strong: Can't really, well, fit on any of the rides because of how tall he is, but that's probably for the best. Doesn't like any of the rides.

X6-88: Does not go on a single ride. Says it's for safety, and because he "does NOT want to get any of that.. sticky Commonwealth grime on him." He doesn't like Nuka-Cola.

[thornfield13713]

...well, now she isn't going to do it.

After traipsing through Nuka-World, reading all the terminals and seeing everything this guy signed off on, Georgia was entirely up for just killing him, but...no. First, it would upset Sierra, whom she has become bizarrely fond of. Second...she cannot think of one single solitary reason to do this guy any favours at all, between the standing orders not to give injured park visitors medical treatment until they prove they've paid for their tickets, the testing dangerous radioactive formulas on unwitting test subjects, the putting venomous snakes in a children's petting zoo, and the military chemical weapons designing. Even if that favour is just the mercy of death.

And leaving him here with Sierra seems like it'll make Sierra very happy, while being a fate worse than death for Bradberton. Win-win, so far as Georgia's concerned.

It's...probably the coldest and most vindictive decision she's made all game, but...there you are.

[cosmic-ships]

I found... rum...but forgot one other ingredient... now I'm on the hunt for a carrot flower.... end the suffering... Nuka World trophies my beloathed..

Also at 56,001 Nuka Cade tickets out of 100,000 - i'm so tired /lh

[chickkickins]

The method to grind Nuka World Tickets that requires the least set up and is easiest on my hands is playing Bandit Roundup at the arcade, using the Thirst Zapper (which technically deals AOE damage, regardless of the value of the damage) and walking straight up to the machine to shoot.

I have 11,423 tickets on hand.

About 7,000 found from around the park, the other amount from my testing of methods.

100,000 - 11,423 = 88,577

A good game of Bandit Roundup is about 9,500 points or about 900+ tickets

88,577 / 900 = 98.419 (rounding up that last decimal)

I gotta DO THIS 99 MORE TIMES

Because SOME MANIAC picked the number without thinking of the GAMPLAY IMPLICATIONS

I JUST WANNA TALK, DEVS

Edit: this is Xbox edition. I actually have this achievement on PC and I am NOT AFRAID to say I gave up going legitimate and used console commands to CHEAT and give me 100,000 tickets.

It’s the only way to not go insane as far as I know.

[tomhardysurinal]

Literally one trophy away from the 100% but I'm not doing it. It'd make me hate the game if I did. Redeem 100,000 tickets at Nuka-World... honestly fuck off I got to 14,000 and I was like nah I'm good.

Jesus I got this game at launch and I'm only getting the platinum now! Couldn't be bothered to get all the different endings. Platinum #115 - Fallout 4. Onto the DLC.

[littleatombomb]

Nuka World Miscellaneous Item: Grandchester Mansion Ticket 

[bottlecapbaby]

Companions ideal date night? I absolutely love your work

Thanks! In case anyone wonders why I include Mason in so many posts despite him not being a companion the answer is simple: I am a whore

Cait: She’s gonna have to go with the three F’s on this one, other than that she isn’t very picky. Food, fighting, and, well, you know ;)

Curie: little Curie has never been on a date before! So she isn’t sure what she likes, but she is sure that whatever you plan will be special! She would probably like something classic, a nice home cooked meal followed by stargazing, maybe?

Danse: the perfect date for Danse is any date that goes exactly to plan, to the decimal point. A date where things all go smoothly, on a schedule, no setbacks. That’s what he thinks, anyways. In reality? The dates he remembers the most are the ones where you get caught in the rain.

Deacon: His ideal date never starts as a date. The two of you are out doing something, and the moment just takes you, and you decide to make a fun day of whatever errand or plans you had. He loves spontaneity, it’s romantic to him that you two can have fun doing just about anything in any place.

Hancock: A night on the town, his town, of course, with music and drinks and a little showing off on his part. Follow it up with a late evening at the statehouse, where you get “invited in for coffee” as it were (you bone)

Gage: one may think he would be another connoisseur of the three Fs, and he may even tell you he is, but this is not so. Really, his favorite date nights are the ones where the two of you curl up together at the Fizztop, looking out over Nuka-World, your kingdom. He keeps a toned arm around you, and you get to talk for hours, until you start to drift off against him, and when you do? He can just adore you, without anyone to judge him.

MacCready: He would love to do something really decadent and crazy for a date, like explore and loot and old arcade! You guys can snack of junk food all day, play games, he hits the machines til they spit out enough tickets for the big stuffed animal you want, everyone’s happy.

Nick Valentine: A nice drink, a classy establishment (The Third Rail, more likely than not), maybe even a bit of dancing and a long walk home. For Nick, there doesn’t have to be anything more than that to be perfect, as long as you’re the one with him.

Old Longfellow: Drinking, maybe some fishing, some more drinking, and if he hasn’t passed out by this point? Sweet, passionate lovemaking. And then maybe afterwards, you’ll have time for a nightcap. Then it would be perfect.

Piper: A guided tour, one where she’s the guide. Of course, she can only really give tours of Diamond City, but you can just pretend to be new to town as many times as you need. She ends the tour on Publick Occurrences. “And this is the house of Diamond City’s fearless reporter and most eligible bachelorette. Would you like to come in?”

Preston: He’s a simple kinda guy. A nice dinner, a long moonlit walk where the two of you can just talk about whatever you want, no interruptions. Of course, he’s the kind of guy who will say any date with you is the perfect date.

X6-88: A date where the two of you experience something entirely new, together! Never had bloodworm sausage? You can try it out together. Never danced in the rain? He’s not afraid to get a little wet. Never delivered a Brahmin calf? Neither has he, but that doesn’t mean the two of you won’t be great at it!

Mason: An overnight hunt. He gets to kill something, probably multiple things, to impress you with his hunting prowess. He skins and butchers the meat and cooks it with you over the campfire, showing his willingness to provide for you. Then, the two of you fuck on the pelts of his fresh kills, lit by the flickering flame of the fire, covered in the blood of victory. And they say chivalry is dead.

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

I want to start by saying I appreciate you and enjoy checking my feed every night to see if you’ve posted. I wish you and everyone who reads this a happy holiday season. As per my request, I came across some really hurtful comments, that had 100k+ likes, discriminating against the LGBT+ community. If this amount of hate is around now, I think it would carry into the wasteland. How would romanced companions react to being discriminated against because of their relationship with a same-sex sole?

(Happy holidays to you as well! ❤️)

Cait:

She is completely intolerable when it comes to this. Remember, Cait has no shame and a very short temper..so this usually means that she’ll end up throwing fists with whomsoever even tries to pick at her and her relationship with her love.

Curie:

Most comments go straight over Curie’s head- however if she does happen to catch on to the hatefulness behind these words, she is quick to shoot a glare at the perpetrator and shake her head. She wouldn’t say anything, but she has a way of making them feel stupid.

Danse:

He has a tremendous amount of self control, which is a very good thing. Danse is already pretty self critical, so having an external source of criticism gets under his skin. With that being said, he can take insults to himself- but to you? Hell no. The most he will do is puff out his chest and send a cold, mean look towards the person...but if he so happens to have a few drinks in his system- well, let’s just say that they deserved it.

Deacon:

He’d more than likely just roll his eyes and make a comment about how they “obviously aren’t worth the time anyways.” as he leads you away, secretly flipping that person off behind your back as you walk.

Gage:

Disrespect him? You lose some teeth. Disrespect his Overboss and lover? You’ll have a bullet in your foot. It’s as simple as that.

Hancock:

He’s used to being ridiculed, so personally it doesn’t do much. If anything, he’ll criticize their lack of creativity to their face and wrap his arm around your shoulders to make them gag as he kisses your cheek. If they don’t watch it though..they may just end up getting beat behind an alley way by some of Hancock’s Goodneighbor buddies.

Macready:

As childish as it may sound, he’d be the type to insult that person back. He can get really mean though, like to the point of possibly making that person cry from how harsh his words cut them.

Maxson:

.......Really? All he has to do is shrug his shoulders and a power-armoured up knight will bend someone into a pretzel if he so much as pleases to make it happen. Imagine what he will do if someone insults him or his precious lover.

Nick Valentine:

Sensibly enough, he’ll politely tell that person that they are bigoted and don’t deserve the attention he just gave them- proceeding to srighten his trenchcoat lapels before he beckons for you to follow him. If their words managed to hurt you, he’ll try to make it better with some Nuka-Cola.

Old Longfellow:

Oops, he doesn’t know how in the world his gun fired. He could’ve swore that he put the safety back on. Oh well, at least it was just the arm.

Piper:

She has no problem getting up into someone’s face and telling them her two cents. Just you wait and see the look on that person’s face after Piper has thoroughly torn into them.

Preston:

Make no mistake, he is a very kind and gentle man but he has no tolerance for senseless hatred. He doesn’t think it’s even excusable. So your sweet minuteman might end up throwing a punch or two.

Sturges:

Wanna mess with Sturges? Didn’t think so.

X6-88:

It is never a wise idea to fuck with X6. Bringing you into it? Guess who just punched their damn ticket to the afterlife..

[kharonion]

🖊️!

Thank, Em! (●ˇ∀ˇ●)

The random number generator selected good ol' Rom.

Rom is not typically one for prized possessions; he never really has been, and his time as a raider only solidified it.

Now, though, that's changed. He can say he has one (1), and that is the faded blue Nuka-World ticket Rom always carries with him. Inconspicuous, perhaps absurd to most. Though on its back is written--in an artistic, yet somewhat scattered penmanship--one word: Abracadabra.

Have me gush about an OC!

[headcanonsforcompanions]

Fallout 4 companions on Sole dragging them and all the other companions and synth Shaun on a family vacation to Nuka World.

Let’s say all the rides are fixed and ride-able, cause that’s sound more fun lol

Shaun was so excited he couldn’t sleep the night before. He loves all the rides and games, but his favorite would have to be the Nuka-Galaxy. He loves space and its not too fast to where he gets sick.

Cait at first thought she wouldn’t like Nuka World at all, but she was wrong. She loves the Handy Whirl, though she doesn’t ride it too much.

Curie was excited to go. She doesn’t like too fast of rides most of the time, so she loves the Teacups as you can make it as slow or as fast as you want it.

Danse isn’t particular about any rides but he does like the Ferris Wheel.

Deacon is one of those people who like to get on the Teacups and make it go as fast as he can. He doesn’t like roller coasters though, as they make him sick.

Besides Shaun and Piper, Hancock was the first one to jump on the opportunity to go. He likes to ride the Nuka-Racers but he also loves the Fun House.

MacCready likes the Nuka-Racers as well. He likes to race Hancock sometimes. MacCready prefers the arcade games because he likes winning the tickets and getting prizes from them.

Nick Valentine thought it’d be a good way to relax so he was up for it. He doesn’t like rides that are too fast as he can’t really enjoy the time he’s on it as he gets all disorientated. He likes the Ferris Wheel and the Teacups.

Piper jumped at the chance to go. She likes the Handy Whirl and Blast Off! both equally. She likes the fastness of them.

Preston was actually hesitant to go but glad he went. He found out he gets sick easily on fast rides so the Ferris Wheel is perfect for him. He also likes to see all the other places from the high vantage point.

Strong thought it was stupid but had no choice in the matter. He ended up liking all the fast rides, though don’t let him get on the Teacups, as he’ll break it (again).

X6-88 mostly likes to look around and play the arcade games with Sole and/or Shaun, but if Shaun asks him he’ll go on the slower rides and rides that stay low to the ground.

[rockshortage]

So what's Hector's end goal for nuka world? I think I recall you saying he'd like to make some serious changes over time to make them less shitty, but how far does he want to go? And assuming everything works out the way he wants, what would nuka world and the gangs look like by the time he's done? Does he build the trading post back up and turn it into a reliable hub again, or does he prefer to stay isolated and self-sustaining? And how does his own tech proficiency reflect on nuka world?

Ideally he gets everything to a point where he can sleep in peace without the faces of innocent victims flashing before his eyes. All the while not having to worry about an uprising of dissatisfied raiders against him

It means not trying to get rid of the gangs’ violent urges, but directing them towards more productive goals than raiding little farms that aren’t going to do much for an operation of their scale anyway. There should be no shortage of opposition for them, so go for that instead! Like gunners for example - they’re an actual threat, make for a more interesting challenge, and they have better loot too.

It means getting the raiders to be a bit more satisfied with what they have - he hopes better infrastructure around Nuka World will contribute to that. A cleaner environment, clean water, plumbing, food, entertainment, etc.

It means getting a proper trading post set back up. One that travelers aren’t too scared to do business at, where the raiders can sell their spoils of war and get shipments of fresh produce in for example, since raiders refuse to do any farming. I could also picture allowing some people to settle at one of the abandoned farms nearby and get it back up and running, with the raiders offering protection against resources, much like Butch does it with their gang.

Though the entertainment aspect would probably be the real money maker. They’re in an amusement park after all, so why not make use of what is already there? Sell tickets to the rides that still work, to the zoo, to watch gauntlet runs, fighting rings, have betting pools on the side, set up stalls with various games that may or may not be a scam, who knows. As long as the tourists give their money willingly, it’s all fair game. It’s the lesser evil when compared to straight up killing and robbing people, but it still gives the raiders the satisfaction of having messed up someone’s day, having the upper hand against them, etc.

Hector’s tech proficiency can show itself in a variety of things I mentioned. It’s not all him alone, that’d be way too much of a workload and he definitely doesn’t know how to do everything, but he can contribute - like figuring out how to do something and then passing on that knowledge so others can do it themselves, troubleshooting things, providing ideas for improvement. He can contribute to water purifiers, plumbing, extending the camera/speaker/screen system (so people can pay for and watch gauntlet runs instead of only having RedEye to listen to), setting up a communications system for the gangs, robot guards, ...

Best case scenario is that the gangs are so busy with their many new projects that they -at worst- just don’t have time to raid poor little innocent settlements, and -at best- no longer think that’s lucrative enough to bother with.

[falloutforties]

Five Years (Deacon x Sole)

CHAPTER ONE: TOTAL ATOMIC ANNIHILATION!

Description: The second she crawled out of that vault, dead cockroach meat in her pocket and tongue still not completely thawed, she knew she didn’t have to lie anymore. No more candy-striped wallpaper coating the halls, no more perfect wife and mother. She was no one. She was everyone. She didn’t sugarcoat her feelings, she didn’t hold her tongue. And it wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate that honesty, it’s that he had to mix in his honesty with a little sweet prevarication, like rum and coke-- but she was straight vodka, and he was starting to feel a little dizzy. Set in a world in which David Bowie did exist at one time, because the author can’t imagine a world in which he didn’t.

Warnings: Swearing and some fighting as well, but aside from that, no real warnings. I’m shit at writing angst, so there’s none of that. Slow burn, all chapters already written, hopefully one chapter a week unless grad school totally swamps me. Also, there are several elements of this story that are little fix-its for me, because todd really made me try to care about a son and husband smh. I was running around the wasteland like “why does everybody keep talking about my son? The only son I know is named Dogmeat, and he is a Good Boy.” ALSO because todd won’t let me romance Deacon. 

Note from the Author: Hi folks! I wrote this to help me get through my writing block and because I needed a lil comfort in these trying times, so I figured I would make this blog to share it. I’m in the process of also putting it on ao3, but this is the first fanfic I’ve ever written so I’m not sure how this all works. I hope y’all enjoy!!!! This story gets started a little slow because I wanted to give an introduction for how I interpret the sole survivor’s personality and such. Pls let me know if you like this, and if you want to read more!! Love you!! <3

When she woke up in the morning, she knew the exact percentage of how likely she was to die that day, down to the decimal. It was not like a superpower, per se, just a sixth sense. An awareness, she might call it. She was incredibly aware of herself.

She couldn’t sense this clearly in other people, though she did have a sense of it. A vague direction as to how closely they’ll come to seeing their entire life flash before their eyes. She had seen it once or twice in Nate’s eyes over the breakfast table— a tint of green in his brown eyes that wasn’t there the day before, almost like a warning.

Something’s going to happen. It might not be bad, or it might be terrible. But it’s something.

She watched him turn his nose up at the box of Sugar Bombs sat on the countertop, favoring instead a cup of coffee and half a tato. She waited patiently for him to start his bi-weekly diatribe against the Sugar Bombs Corporation and their devious aims against the children of the Commonwealth.

“Did you know there’s a Sugar Bombs factory in Beijing?” He’d mentioned, several months ago for the first time. She was honestly just excited to hear that he’d managed to establish a new argument, though she wasn’t convinced that the Sugar Bombs factory in Beijing was a direct link to Childhood Communism as much as it was just outright standard capitalism.

When he finally settled at the table with his half-tato in one hand, coffee in the other, and Boston Bugle folded neatly under his arm, she watched his eyes. He was looking a little green, and she wondered errantly if perhaps he’d be scraped by a car while crossing the street. She herself, however, was at a solid 15%, which was a little higher than her standard measurements, but nothing out of the ordinary or concerning. Perhaps she would break a finger, sprain her ankle, crack a tooth on a Nuka-Cola bottle.

She appreciated the extra air of danger.

Life in Sanctuary was beautifully but painfully dull, less dull now that there was a child in the house, but dull nonetheless. Now, the stale quiet that usually settled over the house in the afternoon was permeated by the frequent cries and laughs of the child and the exclamations of their brand new housekeeper, who thought the child was a marvel of modern science.

He was, at the very moment his parents were eating breakfast, sleeping in his crib in the back room, the powder blue of his walls shielding him like a personal sky as he went completely unaware of everyone around him. He had the enviable manner of a child, crying whenever he felt a slight discomfort, laughing at the simplest of things.

She wished sometimes she could burst into tears just because she was hungry, or weep at the thought of being sleepy. It had been so long since someone had properly addressed her humanity that she thought if someone held her against their chest, she’d fall asleep, just like the child did at night when she rocked him.

“Mum,” Codsworth chirped as he hovered into the kitchen with a wet rag in one hand and a rattle in the other.

“Morning, Codsworth,” she replied with a mouth full of cereal. She, unlike Nate, was not too good for Sugar Bombs, and if they were implanting Communist Tracking Chips into her brain, well, that was a risk she was going to have to take. As long as she was the one who had to do the grocery shopping, she was not going to deny herself the simple pleasure of marshmallow cereal.

“Young Shaun should be asleep for approximately the next two hours.”

“Thank you, Codsworth.”

Nora loved Codsworth. There were days when she thought of him more as a husband than Nate. Codsworth, in his thrumming metallic voice, asked her everyday how she was feeling. Nate sometimes quirked his brow at her, and she nodded in response, but their marital conversation was frustratingly dry.

Like Sugar Bombs without milk.

Chip Harris was grandstanding on the news, and his thick croon filled the background of the house with a pleasant sort of domestic white noise along with the gentle clink of her silverware and the crinkling of Nate’s paper. She tuned her ears for a moment to Chip’s voice as he read from a teleprompter about some new information about China’s secret nuclear plants.

Everyone has nukes nowadays, she thought bitterly. Her Sugar Bombs were now soggy. Why are we allowed to hide them, but China has to send us a report or else we accuse them of some kind of crime?

She absentmindedly wondered if having a crush on the newscaster might turn her into more of a nuclear housewife. She knew Natalie Hawthorne had a crush on Chip Harris. She watched him every morning, even had a signed picture of him that she kept in her nightstand. Mr. Hawthorne was fine with it, of course, because no one in Sanctuary Hills could even prove that Chip Harris was real. No one could prove that he wasn’t just an incredibly advanced Protectron— a Mr. Handy in a pinstripe suit. Mr. Hawthorne didn’t have to worry about Chip Harris stealing his wife.

A knock on the door broke Nora’s concentration.

“Must be that sales guy,” Nate intoned, obviously bored senseless by the notion of a salesman at the door. “He’s been asking for you all morning.”

“All morning? I didn’t even hear him knock before now.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you sleep until 9 AM.”

Thank you, Nora, for staying up until the Devil’s Ass-Crack of dawn comforting a weeping child. Thank you for feeding him while I put earplugs in and turned over to the cold side of the pillow so I could go back to sleep. I answered the door for you, and the salesman gave me a free ticket to Fuck-Off-Ville, and I’m taking the child with me. You and Codsworth have fun now!

A woman could dream.

The salesman at the door was a weasel-looking fellow with an awfully mustardy-colored coat and matching hat. His smile seemed like it might be genuine, but based on the wrinkles that beamed from the corners of his eyes, it seemed he was well-versed in faking a good smile.

“Good afternoon, Ma’am! I am glad you took the time to answer the door today, because what I am about to tell you is a matter of utmost importance,” he promised, his smile somehow extended as he emphasized utmost importance.

“Utmost importance, huh? Glad I answered the door, then.”

“As you should be. Because of your family’s service in the military, you are eligible for entrance into the local vault— Vault 111!”

She eyed him warily before glancing up towards the hill at the end of the cul-de-sac. She had remembered the day Vault-Tec had started construction into the hillside, promising the neighborhood that “We won’t work until 9 AM, we’ll be gone in a flash, and you and your family will soon be protected in the unlikely event of total atomic annihilation!”

She didn’t buy the working until 9 AM part, she was skeptical about them being gone in a flash, and she hadn’t taken the time to assess the thought of total atomic annihilation. That was something that happened to people in the movies, or on radio shows, not in Sanctuary Hills. Total atomic annihilation might actually spice up her life, if it deigned to come close to Sanctuary Hills.

“Thanks,” she mentioned passively, ignoring the clipboard that was slowly being edged towards her. “My family too?”

“Yes, of course! Except the robot, mind you. Would you mind taking a few moments to fill out some paperwork?”

Nora turned her head to eye the situation inside the house before accepting the clipboard. If the salesman had knocked before, there was no reason to send him away then. He was working hard, and she appreciated the thought if not the persistence.

“Excellent! Now you and your family are… Prepared for the Future!”

She gave a half-hearted laugh at the way he performed his reading of the motto— the Vault-Tec promise that had been broadcasted via billboard all over every cityscape and neighborhood nearby. If total atomic annihilation never came around, Vault-Tec was sure going to look foolish.

She shut the door and sauntered back over to the breakfast table, but just as she sat down, a cry rang through the house. Shaun was awake, and Nate was eyeing her above the folded edge of his paper.

“Mum!” Codsworth chirped once again, hovering back into the kitchen. “Young Shaun seems to be inconsolable. Would you mind using some of that… maternal instinct you seem to be so good at?”

“Sure, Codsworth. Thank you.”

Once the door was closed in Shaun’s little room, she felt a great weight lift from her shoulders. True, she had not liked the child at first, but he was growing on her, and she appreciated the fact that he had to listen to everything she said without commentary or judgement.

“You might be unsure now, but once that beautiful baby boy is handed to you in a pretty blue blanket, you’ll love him more than you’ve ever loved anything,” Natalie Hawthorne had told her at the baby shower in a moment of vulnerability. Nora had escaped the Hawthorne’s living room to cry in their bathroom, marking it up to hormones at first, but the second she looked in the mirror and saw that damned stomach of hers, the crying got worse. Natalie stumbled into the bathroom by accident, catching Nora in the midst of a coughing fit.

So, Nora waited until Shaun was born, and when the nurse handed him to her, she stared at him and felt absolutely nothing. But she cooed and tickled his tiny feet, promising to herself that if she could just get the child home, maybe it would get better. Maybe it was the anesthetic and the drugs that made her so emotionless. It wasn’t.

It was the fact that she hadn’t wanted a child at all, the fact that she hadn’t even really wanted a husband, but her parents had set her up with some soldier boy, fresh out of a set of power armor, and that was that. She would marry Nate because it was what she was supposed to do, not because she had fallen in love.

She adjusted Shaun’s cap before scooping him into her arms.

“What do you have to cry about?” She muttered to the child. “You don’t have to pay taxes. You’re not going to have to wear heels and go grocery shopping and attend baby showers. You’re going to play catch in the backyard with your father, and then one day, some girl will marry you because she has to. You’re set for life, little buddy.”

Shaun merely gargled something, his hands grabbing for her hair. He was like a partially-sentient diary. She would pile her troubles on him, and he would go, “Ah!” And then go back to sleep.

“I was thinking we could go to the park today,” Nate remarked as he stepped into the nursery. “Would you be interested?”

“Sure, sure. Might be nice to get some fresh air.” She had intended to say more, perhaps something about finishing her Halloween preparations, but when she turned to him, she saw his eyes fully for the first time that day, and Shaun nearly slipped from her grasp.

“Woah, woah, hey,” Nate took the child from her arms. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I just… are you feeling alright?”

“Fine. You look pale, though. Maybe it’s all that Chinese Cereal.”

She chuckled despite herself and maintained eye contact with as much focus as she could muster. His eyes were near fully green. She was sure it was nothing. It had to be nothing. They were going for a walk in the park, and besides, her percentage was still standing at a solid 15%. It was nothing.

But Chip Harris knew more than she did, and when Codsworth called them all into the living room, Chip Harris was, for the first time on the air, misty-eyed. His head was in his hands, the morning report discarded as he faced the camera with shaking eyes.

“Shit,” Nora whispered, and Nate scolded her for her foul mouth. “Sorry, I just… is this it?”

“I think this is it.”

“Whatever it is, I will certainly miss you all dearly. Sir, Mum, Young Shaun. I believe this is goodbye.”

Codsworth’s goodbye started her heart thrumming at an unbelievable pace, and she kicked into gear, sweeping herself up from the loveseat and rushing towards the door, ushering Nate and Shaun behind her.

This was it. This was the end of the world, but it wasn’t going to kill her.

[unikornu]

Page 4 - One way ticket - Pre-war memories of Lucy Feit,

- That surprise better be good after last evening...

It was still early morning. Lucy almost ran towards the office through empty and silent streets trying not to spill the coffee from the cups. People around just starting to open their shops and single deliveries arriving.

- Easy there honey. He has a guest. Shanice looked at her catching the breath as she stormed into the reception and looked at the clock. -Wow, you are actually earlier this time, unbelievable.

- Guest? Not a client? He actually has guests? Lucy rolled her eyes in a surprise and leaned against her desk. - Also isn’t it a bit too early for a visit?

- Well...depends. After what happened last evening. She smiled at her raising the eyebrow. The door opened and the voice of Harrison and a woman could have been heard through the hallway.

- Also in your place i would probably...wait somewhere else, trust me. Shanice nodded towards the row of cabinets. Lucy looked at her weirdly but went and awaited behind them. The woman she met last time in a cinema, her husband who Lucy killed in a bathroom, just came out from the hallway, leaning on her boss arm, smiling and crying at the same time as they were walking towards the exit.

- I will help you Clara, be it money or help at home, name it. I’m here for you, just give me a call. And i will make sure we find those responsible. I promise. Harrison said and brushed the woman arm and gave her a short kiss in the forehead.

- Thank you...i didn’t mean to bother you that early but it all happened so fast and...She brushed the tears off her cheeks and took her jacker from the hanger.

- Don’t worry, please. I hope i can still come for a dinner, you shouldn’t be alone, especially not right now. Harrison pointed at her belly and smiled warmly. Even Shanice couldn’t believe he could smile like that. He looked at her leaving and then looked at the two cups of coffee left at the desk.

-Feit, what did i tell you about covering tracks after you. He looked towards the cabinets where she was standing. - Hope you didn’t forget sugar this time.

- You know that woman? What is she doing here? Lucy looked at him confused and grabbed the cups, following him after to the office.

- Of course i know her. I almost married her back in times. Harrison hold the door for Lucy as he entered first. - Hope you didn’t forget the roll...

Lucy sighted and pulled the paper bag from under her jacket with a bunch of sweet rolls. - What happened then?

- Let’s say..he stole my place and i just got it back. Lucy opened her mouth to say something but decided to just close it back knowing Harrison already said a lot knowing him.

- Beside i never liked how he treated her so..thanks to you kid i will be having a dinner and this time not in the office. He took a bag and threw it on his desk snatching one roll before. Lucy still looked confused.

- Ok, nevermind...i’m just glad she..won’t be alone after all..i did there. Harrison raised his eyebrow at her as she said this.

- Did you take your medicine today morning? He asked.

- Yes.....almost choked on it while rushing to come here. What’s the big surprise that needed me at this hour here? She lied and avoided the further conversation.

-Right. Harrison pulled two colorful tickets from his pocket. - We are going to Nuka World today kid.

-Wha...why? Lucy squinted her eyes on him not sure if to feel offended or excited by the idea. She was still young but not that young anymore.

- I bet you never had a chance as a kid. Move Feit, i have a dinner later. Harrison threw her a keys to his car. - Your time to drive. You had enough lessons.

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Lucy looked almost funny, only her head visible from behind the car wheel but she managed to arrive at the Nuka World parking without crashing them both.

- Its so....bright and colorful. But..still, why did we come here? You want me to go and mass shoot people at the rollercoaster or what? She leaned the side of her head on the wheel as she parked and looked at him, with a pinch of bitterness on her face.

-Feit, it is not always about choping people to pieces. He sighted and pulled a small envelope with a gift ribbon on it. - Yes, i do want you to do something here but it is just a small drop, nothing else. Mostly Feit, it is a children day and i wanted you to take a day off to relax and experience some...fun, nothing else. Harrison looked at her calmly and shook her arm.

- But i’m not a child anymore. Lucy pouted, still grumpy a bit.

- Well..to me you are. C’mon kid. You deserve this. And when u finish the job you can spend all what’s in the envelope here plus something extra. Harrison waved the reward in her face and pulled a smile.

- Ugh..fine. She pushed herself from the wheel and left the car.

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- Hmm its not as bad as i thought. Lucy was sitting with Harrison on a bench in Kiddie Kingdom biting on a cotton candy pretty impressed so far with a place and tryin all the sweets around, almost forgetting her task.

- Alright, you see that guy? Harrison pointed towards the tall man with a glasses walking along with his son.

- Yes, what do you need me to do? Harrison handed her a very small chip barely a size of her thumb.

- He’s from Vault Tech and i need to talk to him about some serious shit and i want you to make sure that chip will come back home along with his son while u two gonna be together for few minutes.

- You want me to stuff this is his ass in the park full of people? She looked at him , snarky, licking the remains of cotton candy from the stick.

- You are the expert Feit. And be friendly, we don’t wanna scare him. He snatched the candy stick from her hand and threw it to a trash next to the bench.

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- Oh..sh..I mean, hello Harrison. What brings you...here? The man opened his eyes widely but smiled at the same, pulling a hand out to greet him.  

- Well, hello Victor. Just taking a day off, even brought my kid along heh... How’s job? Harrison shook his hand firmly and looked down at Lucy.

- Ye...right. How about you and me gonna leave the adults to their boring talks for a moment and we gonna go shoot some....aliens! Lucy smiled at the boy and offered him a hand.

- Go on with a lady, i will be right back. Victor said to his son and walked away with Harrison pulling a very worried face.

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- Hey....you are too good or you cheat! Lucy was not giving a boy a break when it came to killing a colony of plastic aliens with a water gun, passing in the background in a decorated booth.

- Oh don’t be such a pu...loser. She bit her tongue. - You almost beat me this round. And since i don’t need all those tickets i can pick a reward and maybe even let you choose. She teased him, waving a roll of tickets in her hand.

- I want Jangles! Pleeease? He sighted and looked up to her, defeated.

She gave the tickets to the man at the booth and pointed towards the space monkey. - The biggest one please. Lucy slipped a chip from her pocket and hid it in her hand as she was taking the plushie.

- What do you say? She teased the boy one last time while forcing and shoving the chip under the puppet arm behind her back.

- Thank you? Can i have it now? He strechted his hands forward.

- Yes you can. You need to practice more with your dad if u want to beat the other kids. She finally gave him a puppet. - Now..lets find your dad while we snatch some more cotton candy. She slowed her step as the boy struggled to see where he was going while carrying jangles, almost his size, nearly covering him whole.  

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Finally, she saw Harrison coming out of the crowd towards them, brushing something red from the jacket. She looked at him questionable.

- You had a good talk? Where is Victor? Lucy asked him, pointing with her eyes on the stain thinking of the worst.

- He is there, grabbing some juice. He pointed in the crowd. - And that...is just juice that some kid spilled on me. He shook his head at Lucy as she let the boy run back to his father.

- You think i’m some kind of murderous bastard all round the clock eh? Jesus Feit. Have some faith in your old man, i just needed to talk to him. You planted the chip?

- Yes, its in a puppet. He wanted it pretty badly so it will sure be going back home with them. Lucy offered him a napkin as he was keep on brushing the stain with his thumb.

- Thanks kid. He took a napkin and gave her the envelope. - Enjoy your evening with what’s his name....Ian? He will take you back home.

-Wha...wait. What is this? She pulled out two invitation to Fizztop restaurant and looked at Harrison with a concern. - I didn’t invite him...

- Well, i did, in your name. You think i don’t know about your boyfriend? Like i said, you deserve a day off and since you spend almost every evening with him it would be a shame to miss it here in the best restaurant on the top hm? He brushed his fedora from the dust and slowly walked away.

- Wait, why are you doing this? Being all nice today and...arranging my evening like that? She stopped him. - Is Ian in any danger?

- No, he isn’t our concern at all. Look Feit. I might be a bad person in your eyes, but i do care about you and you deserve a day like that. Enjoy your evening kid. Clear your head, rest, and we meet tomorrow in the office. He pat her back and walked off, passing by Ian and saluting to him. Ian saluted back and looked towards her questionable as he approached her.

- You are catching a criminal clowns in a amusement park now? He leaned down to kiss her.

- Something along..these lines. Good to see you. She kissed him back and looked up towards the patio at Fizztop. - Tonight we eat in style i guess...

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She was indeed relaxed, no necessary or doing other questionable things. Felt like a normal job. As they were sitting at the table, talking and laughing she gave a second look in the envelope. When Ian left to the bathroom she pulled out a crampled note. She looked around and slowly opened it under the table. A pink pill was attached at the bottom of it.

“Last lesson Feit. You might think that if you don’t spill blood you are not a killer but even the evidence and information you are pulling can prove...deadly. You will see, not only a knife in your hand makes you a weapon. It’s all about who you trurly are and accepting it. You know you are a psychopa...”

She didn’t finish the last word and looked through the window to her side. She saw in the distance a car, catching fire and exploding. It wasn’t a Harrison car but a family van...Victors...

- Oh my god....She covered her mouth with a shaky hand. There was trurly no way back and since she didn’t take pills that day her head felt a bit clearer. She was scared but had to pull herself one way or another through the rest of the evening. And Harrison had it all planned well. She ripped the pill off the note and looked at it, her mind storming with thoughts but as she saw Ian coming through the door back she shoved it fast in her mouth and drank down with a glass of water.

- Its getting late. You want to go back? Ian asked.

- I...would like one more drink if you don’t mind. Then we can go back to your place this time. She crumbled a note in her hand and forced a smile, trying to stay in character till her mind accommodated again to a new terms of life.

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Note: Yep Harrison is pretty horrible guy, turning her into a psycho along with that daddy act but it worked in the end. Or maybe Lucy from the start had kind of predisposition to be a bad person after all and she was just fighting it off hmmmm hmmmmm......dayum i pulled myself into real shit with that pre-war stuff, need to answer so many questions but its cool anyway. 

Also Lucy in Nuka World highly depends on Gage directions and all the talk about “the job needs to be done” rings her a memory of Harrison as a boss figure - just not abusive and being snakey like that. She needs someone to tell her what to do, she will figure out how but without someone like Gage by her side she is confused and a bit lost. If somehow Gage is gone for too long she might do stupid shit, drug herself or have one drink too many. Uff i think that is it for now...Well, Gage also shows signs of pure act of care (even for a raider) like Ian kind of, just wanting her to be happy with what she does and have no regrets at the end of the day. Uh.....cheers.

[gopsyduck]

after 87 years i finally got the last achievement in vanilla fallout 4 and completed 100% in all three games :)

still missing 4 achievements in nuka world (the only dlc i have on xbox) but im just not finding the motivation to do anything in this dlc.. i have less than half of the tickets i need, only 7 out of the 20 recipes and ughhh the nuka-mix stuff only lasts a couple seconds each.. it takes so many resources to make them and you only get to kill like 2 enemies

not worth it :/