#nuka cola recipe book

[starshadow8991]

Day 26: Collectibles

If you've played Fallout 4, you definitely recognize some of these collectibles and we all know how frustrating it was to find those hidden Cappy's 😩

See you guys tomorrow!

[edgepunk]

screw it, sharing the Nuka-Cola syrup recipes + Nuka-Cola Float. this is the best way I could scan them without damaging the book, but they're relatively easy to read if you click on them

[clit-a-cola]

It's Fallout season as you all know so I'm trying out a few more recipes from the cook book as per tradition.

Monday night I tried out the Nuka-Cola Quantum, Broccoli and Mushroom Casserole, and Mutfruit Crumble recipes!

That said the photos I took of the finished product were ASS and the food does not lend itself to glossy (show off) quality, so the pic and commentary is under the read more.

Nuka Cola Quantum- Actually a really tasty drink! I was unsure if It would be after the let down of the original Nuka-Cola recipe. This may be because I like fruity drinks and sour stuff a lot, and there's a lot less sugar in this version vs the standard. Additional notes: The recipe called for "fruit punch" but did not specify if it meant already made fruit punch or the powder. I used the powder to save on fridge space. Also they only had tropical punch at the store and I genuinely do not know if there is a difference in the two flavors. That said I will be trying the recipe again some day so I'll see if there's a difference then. Either way the tropical punch flavor was good. The recipe recommends 9 tablespoons per cup of seltzer when mixing, but I bet 5 would probably do the trick. No idea how to make this shit blue tho, gotta work on that.

Casserole- Wonderful recipe that makes great reheats for the week. NO idea why it wasn't called Glowing Mushroom casserole. Feel like that's a bit of a missed opportunity onto. Them glowing mushrooms are some delectable lookin lil bitches imo. The only thing I would change is adding a bit of salt to the dish to help pop up the flavors, but hell you can do that to your hearts content once it's on the plate too. EXTREMELY good comfort food I think. And if you're looking to add protein I think it lends itself well to chicken.

Mutfruit Crumble- As you may see, not as much crumble as you'd expect. I do partially put this down to not having the ramekins asked for and having to use a small casserole dish instead. But I do think a little more of the dry topping ingredients would balance it out overall. But that's all a matter of personal preference. I haven't tried it yet but I KNOW it would go good heated up over some vanilla icecream.

In all a very messy spur of the moment dinner, a few tweaks needed here and there, but overall would recommend all three recipes! Am looking forward to trying them again in the future!

[nightingaelic]

hey, was wondering if you do this one FNV companion reaction where they find the courier to be pretty skilled at many things(lockpicking, sneaking, medicine, hacking, cooking, G U N S,etc.) and then later when asked, they casually say they learnt it all from old timey magazines??

The courier shrugged, when they caught their companion studying them after having popped open a wafer tumbler lock in under two minutes. "It's just practice, I guess," they mused, swinging the safe door open to inspect its contents. "Well, practice and a couple of readings-through of Tumblers Today. Volume 64, Issue 1."

They said something similar two days later, after throwing together a mad mix of Nuka-Cola Quartz, turpentine, and Abraxo and stuffing it into a tin can. "Got that recipe from the Patriot's Cookbook," they said proudly, taping the top back onto the can and poking some holes for wires to run into the dangerous slop. "Man, I really wish I hadn't had to take that unexpected dip in Lake Mead. That magazine was invaluable."

Their random assortment of skills was best on display later that day though, when they wandered into a building patrolled by hostile robots. All it took was a little bit of patience, and eventually the courier was able to sneak up to the nearest Colonel Gutsy, pop open its combat inhibitor panel and move a few things around to shut it down. Once the bot crumpled to the floor, the courier turned to their companion and winked. "Programmer's Digest, a little bit of the Tesla Science magazine, plus a healthy dash of La Fantoma," they said. "Always was a comic book fan."

Arcade Gannon: "Where do you keep turning them up?" Arcade asked, clearly impressed. "I've spent years out here with the Followers, and I haven't seen more than a handful."

"Well, maybe you just needed to step outside the Old Mormon Fort." The courier shrugged. "They're tucked all over the place. File cabinets in old offices, desk drawers in hotels, on the floor behind couches and mattresses and piles of-"

"Okay, okay, I get the idea." Arcade grinned. "Basically, you find them because you're willing to crawl around the dustiest, sandiest places on earth in search of them."

"Hey, that sand is their saving grace," the courier said, straightening up from the bot they'd felled. "It's dry enough out here that magazines don't suffer as much. Sure, you might find the cover ink's worn off by some grit, but you go north? East? A little bit of humidity and bam, your pages are all stuck together. Eugh."

Craig Boone: Boone pressed his lips together. The courier recognized the sniper's silent disapproval and raised their eyebrows. "Something to say?"

"Can't learn sniping from a magazine," he said, being careful about his words. "But it means you don't need to sneak up on a target to take them out."

"Sure," the courier agreed. "But if I can just hack a bot rather than waste ammo, I'd rather that. Don't you think?"

"We've got plenty of ammo."

"Yeah, Boone, I know." The courier sighed. "But sometimes I didn't. Don't knock the magazines, they've kept me alive this long."

Boone nodded. He could appreciate that, at least.

Lily Bowen: "Oh yes, dearie," Lily agreed, nodding enthusiastically. "There are so many good things young ones can learn from books these days. Why, Grandma used to be quite the reader, back when she had fewer grandchildren to take care of."

"Aw, Lily." The courier gave her a sad pout. "You mean you stopped?"

"Don't you worry about Grandma," Lily assured them. "She's got plenty to take care of, traveling with you and the rest of her flock."

"The bighorners?" The courier pulled a face. "They're not much for reading, I guess. But I've got quite the collection back at the Lucky 38, from my travels around the Mojave. Maybe I can lend you something? Or at least read you a few things when we're taking a night off?"

Lily grinned. "Oh, pumpkin. Grandma would love that."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "La Fantoma?" Raul grinned. "I used to read that one all the time when I was putting off chores on the ranch."

"Híjole." The courier shook their head. "I love that woman. What I wouldn't give to see her cross over into the Hubris Comics universe. La Fantoma versus the Silver Shroud? Or the Inspector?"

"Why not la Dueña de los Misterios?" Raul asked. "Now that would be a squaring-off I'd pay my last cap to see."

"The Mistress? Please." The courier gave him a skeptical look. "They have too much in common. They'd probably just team up to take down Pyramind or something."

Raul waved his hand. "La Fantoma would never get mixed up with the likes of Pyramind. That was her whole draw, that she was down-to-earth. Una ladrona en la noche, sure, but still a woman."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Cass spat onto the Colonel Gutsy's shiny dome. "Programmer's Digest, one, pre-war bots, zero. It's almost a shame, I never get to use my shotgun when we're traveling."

"What are you talking about?" the courier replied playfully, straightening up from their handiwork. "We run into Vipers and Fiends often enough, don't we?"

"Sure, but they're more work than play." Cass smiled. "When you're putting lead into a robot, they make the best noises. Thunks, beeps, and if it's a Mister Handy, they're polite as all hell about the fact that you're shooting them up."

The courier wiped some grease from their hands. "I'll remember that for the next one. Far be it from me to keep you from turning these guys into shrapnel, I suppose, even if I like to keep things clean."

Veronica Santangelo: Veronica pulled a face, then laughed. "What didn't you learn from magazines, Six? Because I'm starting to think you were raised by a copy of Dean's Electronics."

The courier made a face back at her. "Well, I didn't learn manners from them, but that doesn't make much of a difference in the Mojave. No one out here seems to have learned them, either."

"Pffft." Veronica rolled her eyes. "Manners are for the White Glove Society. Hacking a robot is a bit more useful to us common folk."

"Exactly." The courier slapped their knees and straightened up. "Plus we can salvage this guy, now that he's no longer defending God and country. Did you still need parts for your power fist?"

"Oh, yeah, good thinking. That one piston's been sticking something fierce."

ED-E: ED-E beeped in agreement, as it did every time the courier felt the need to re-announce their reliance on pre-war periodicals, and opened up its storage compartment to reveal the stack of magazines within.

The courier chuckled. "Okay, okay, I can take a hint. I'm just pleased with myself, that's all."

ED-E trilled in agreement. It was only an eyebot, but it still felt something akin to pride for its companion.

Rex: Rex sniffed the now-defunct robot over, lip still curled in case it stirred and resumed its patrol.

The courier gave his brain dome a reassuring pat. "I know what I'm doing, buddy. Or at the very least, Tesla Science's star contributor Karl Oslow does."

[kiltons-monster-manual]

Herbs for the Hylian Kitchen  Linktober 2022 - Day 29 - Botanical  [IMAGE ID: Pen and marker drawings of various herbs that are used in food in the cooking-mechanic in Breath of the Wild.  A pair of sprigs of Hyrule Herb are at top, tied with a yellow ribbon.  They are plants with a small yellow bulb of tightly-packed leaves nestled within a bloom of green leaves and the stems are covered in bristly needle-leaves reminiscent of dill or rosemary.  A pair of Armoranth bulbs are beside it - they are purple and resemble tiny artichokes.  On the bottom of the grouping is a pair of sprigs, tied with pink ribbon, of Warm Saffina, a plant with sage-like leaves and rows of red flowers somewhat like lupine. There is hand-written text reading “Herbs for the Hylian Kitchen Essential Pantry Stocks.”  / END IMAGE ID].  A splash-page for an introductory-chapter in a hypothetical Hylian-cuisine cookbook.  I know that there was a limited-edition fan-made cookbook out there (that I wasn’t able to get) and I’ve seen a Youtube video where a couple of cooks attempted to make every dish in the game - unfortunately rushed due to the need of someone else to use the kitchen and unfortunately following all of the recipes EXACTLY without taking any inference what might be additional materials (example: No salt unless the recipie called for a chunk of rock salt, which the game actually treats more like a salt-encrusting.  I honestly imagine that Link probably uses pinches of salt once in a while even when he doesn’t need to in-game to make food).    A relation of mine has gifted me both the Elder Scrolls cookbook and the Official Vault Dweller’s Cookbook (Fallout) and I’ve made various recipes from each and have some favorites.  (I make Potage le Manifique from heart now, no need to even look at the recipe anymore, from the Elder Scrolls book because I make it quite frequently because I love it very much.  I like the “Iguana on a Stick” marinade in the Vault Dweller’s - though not on duck as the recipe calls, instead I’ve used chicken or a combo of beef and chicken bits and it’s amazing.  I’ve made various forms of Nuka-Cola and favor the Quantum).  Seeing as I try to recreate some of the Zelda recipes when getting creative in the kitchen, I would just tear up my kitchen if I had a Zelda / Breath of the Wild cookbook!  Make it official, Nintendo!  Perfect combination of my interests - cooking and nerd stuff!  And... it’s honestly one of my favorite things to do in the game.  

[juniors0possum]

I actually don't like doing show offs like that, but I really wanna show y'all what I got yesterday- even nobody cares lol

I got so much cool stuff and even I got a lot by myself or they were from a wish list I'm still in love

It's just interesting that I got more gifts than people actually congratulated me lmao (thanks for everyone again who thought about it tho!)

So here's most of my stuff:

I also wanna do a short reviews because all of it is so cool sksks

Nuka Cola Thirst Zapper - the part in the game may was the biggest pain in Fallout history, but I'd always wanted this replica because I'm such a merchandise obsessed haha It was often sold out, but my parents managed to finally get it and it's sooo cool! Maybe a bit small, but as huge Nuka World fan I won't complain

Funko Pops - I always loved the Korra one a lot, the design is amazing! And of course I needed Bruno as soon as he was published lol Both are pretty awesome and I'm glad to add them to my collection

Avatar Chronicles - A lot dislike Korras show, but it's definitely one of my a time favorites! I even love it way more than the original show oops- I actually didnt know about this book till it was recommended because of the Funko, but this book is definitely a must have for any Korra fan! I love it to much how it was made- you even have extras like recipes, letters or fake photographs in it! You instantly feel like being a part of that world

Riverdale Student Handbook - Also here, a MUST have for any Riverdale fan! It's sooo well made and again I love the concept they used because you really feel like being a Riverdale student! There's everything you need to know about the show and in such a good quality I can 100000% recommend!

CDs - of course I needed the new Bastille album (preordered it to get the autographs too) and I finally got doom days too! I'm sad you can't buy the second version of it anymore because I'm missing so many songs- but beside that, GMTF is really good and you def should give it a try! I listened to it every day since it came out and won't stop soon. And OneRepublic of course, how can't you love them- still mad that they chose the worst cities ever to make their tour oof

Marvel- my sister got me some Marvel stuff because she didn't know my HP house- but as Marvel obsessed I'm not complaining lol (she also got me a picture of my recent crush and I died so hard omg)

Washi Tape- there's no time where I won't get new tape. Tape is love. Tape is life. This time I got real cool background sceneries which are so aesthetically!

And yes, that's all- if you actually read this post here's some food for your work 🍟🍔🥓🌭🍕🥞 and something to drink 🥤☕🥛

Mentioning food, we also went to eat Ramen for lunch and it was a stunning restaurant! And the food was also tasty af-

Thanks for your attention lol

[iwrestledayaoguaionce]

So I made Nuka-Cola. Like. The official recipe.

First of all, it smells horrible. Absolutely horrible. The anise scent is incredibly overpowering and anise is just...yuck. Reminds me of these hard candies I hated as a kid that were cheap and green. You have to mix the syrup with seltzer water to make it and the syrup is very very sticky, so sticky that even after mixing it with the water a little splashed on my finger and it's like...idk to me it feels like epoxy that I can't get off but this was 30 seconds ago and I haven't attempted washing it off yet lol.

Okay anyway I mixed 5 tbsp syrup to 1 cup already chilled seltzer water and it's not bad, actually. Once you get past the cheap candy smell it's not horrible. It does have that anise (the icky medicine candy) taste BUT not in a bad way! I wonder what it would taste like without the anise, mostly. Then it would be addicting tbh.

I think the overpowering anise was my fault. I couldn't find a jar of actual whole anise stars and instead used extract but triple checked it was the equivalent so it may have just been off. I wanna try it with the actual anise stars or omit it entirely but I have now officially tasted Nuka Cola and I gotta say...I can understand why we all lose our fucking SHIT over it. I'm gonna make Quantum and Quartz next. Quantum tbh just seems like a Mtn Dew Limited Edition kinda thing but BUT Quartz actually looks really unique and interesting (vanilla bean cream soda? yes please!)

Also on my list this week is Piper's soda bread because I love me some Piper. Most of the recipes in the book seem to be seafood and while some seafood is yummy I'm mostly not a fan. I guess with all the Mirelurks it makes sense but still....meh.

I'm probably gonna see if my grandpa wants to finish off this Nuka Cola because it's too bubbly for me lol

[postapocalypticflimflam]

Day 7: Power Armor

I don’t know why I put power armor on my list prompts; I’m hopeless drawing it. I’ve decided instead to do some chapters of Arcadia’s (my Fallout 4 OC) memoirs (which I ended up having published in a hardback book from Blurb).

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I rarely wear power armor — it’s clumsy, bulky, and I can’t sit down when I’m wearing it. And yet I’ve stubbornly held on to every last suit I’ve rescued from the muck, found on an abandoned train, or looted from the corpse of a murdered paladin. I can probably chalk it up to all those years I spent as a junior mechanic with Cal, fiddling with the nuts and bolts of machines we’d never need or use. I’m the same way today — when I need alone time, to distract myself from the brutal world beyond Sanctuary’s gates, I find myself with a screwdriver set and an ice-cold bottle of Nuka-Grape, scraping grease from the joints of a Brotherhood T-60, installing a new Stealth Boy in my Institute X-01, or replacing the halogen bulbs in all of my Vault Boy headlamps. It’s not just busy work; it’s much needed relaxation. Occasionally I invite Sturges and Todd to join me, as long as they keep quiet and let me work in peace.

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I can appreciate the need for developing weapons — even atomic weapons — in times of war; I don’t like it, but an arms race is an arms race. And successfully identifying a quantum strontium isotope to improve a soldier’s arsenal is part of that process. What I find disturbing — and granted, I’m no “beverageer” — is parlaying that discovery into the recipe for a refreshing carbonated soft drink. Maybe my notions of Nuka-Cola’s wholesome goodness are based on the naive impressions of a child, and maybe I’m too smitten with the family-friendly atmosphere of an amusement park dedicated to my favorite tonic, but turning battlefield superiority into bumper cars and parlor games is too much. The optimist in me hopes the company’s actions were a way of balancing the karmic scales, but my cynical side sees only sales graphs and marketing ploys. As far as I’m concerned, Nuka-Cola is and always will be an invigorating pick-me-up — nothing more, nothing less.

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I remember the magazine articles and newsreels before the War, about the big business of propaganda and advertising. I remember seeing pictures of power armor emblazoned with the names of the household products we all had in our pantries. Some seemed more valid than others. Abraxo made sense — I know full well the value of industrial grade scouring powder to keep mud and blood off a critical piece of hardware. And during wartime, I suppose a suit of armor promoting the satisfying sour apple taste of Vim Refresh was entirely logical — at least in Maine. But what I didn’t understand then, and which seems just as foolish now, is a T-51 advertising sweetened breakfast cereal. Beyond providing 100% of your recommended daily allowance of sugar, I don’t see how it helps to have Sugar Bombs represented on the battlefield — unless it was morbid irony, one kind of bomb preceding another. I’d like to think, though, that the promoters were more sensitive than that. They had to be, right?

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On account of Sheffield’s feelings, there aren’t too many drunken nights in Sanctuary — but when we do tie one on, it’s memorable. Our last party began as others have: Buddy’s unending supply of ice cold Gwinnett, Cait goading Preston about Quincy, Marcy having one too many and melting down in tears, and Codsworth making “dead soldier” jokes. I got into a friendly argument with Titan about the upkeep on the rad scrubbers in my X-01; before long we were deep in a rambling, incoherent discussion about power armor “done right”. The details are hazy after that, but I remember Sturges lugging the pieces of a surplus Brotherhood T-60 to the frame while Todd dashed off to the Red Rocket to fetch his favorite blowtorch. We must have worked straight through to morning. That afternoon, tiptoeing through a minefield of tools and screws and scraps, I discovered our “masterpiece”.

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[dretanya]

i made my own nuka cola from the fallout recipe book and like.... its phenomenal like... if coke was made fresh to order, it still wouldnt be as good as this i cant describe the flavour other than just !!!!!!!!!! and like “oh fuck yes”

it just looks like a regular glass of cola but its a+

[antiquechampagne]

Absolute Zero - Chapter 1

As Angela walked up to the metal door, its presence punctuated by a garish glowing neon arrow, her heart felt like it would blow out of her chest. Goodneighbor. She clutched her thick three ring binder before her, hoping it would give her the strength she needed. Angela hadn’t traveled here alone from Amherst, but she entered the town on her own.

The door was heavy. Angela struggled with it until a ghoul carrying a tommy gun and wearing a threadbare suit topped with a rust colored fedora helped her open it the rest of the way.

“Welcome to Goodneighbor.” He sounded tired.

Before he could walk away, she quickly thanked him. “Could you also tell me where I could find… the Mayor?”

“If ya wanna talk t’ the boss,” he pointed a scarred finger across the courtyard. “Check out the Old State House.”

She thanked him again, but he had already turned away. Taking a few steps closer, she took in the tall brick building. It was stately, definitely pre-war built, but well taken care of given it’s age. It reminded Angela of some of the ruins she played in as a child, looking for long forgotten books or scraps of pre-war gadgets. Glancing around the square, she saw a friendly ghoul manning a general store. She was more surprised to see an assaultron behind the counter of the other shop, one full of dangerous looking arms. It was early evening, but not many other people were on the street.

Standing in front of the State House, Angela took a moment to straighten her bangs, combing her fingers through her chin length blond hair. She wiped some hot sweat from her forehead. Her nerves were shot, but she had to go through with it. It was the only way.

Once inside she was directed to the second floor. She wasn’t sure what to expect. All Angela knew about the mayor of Goodneighbor was that he was a ghoul with a taste for chems. She wasn’t expecting a man clad in a long red coat playing chess with a rather serious looking woman.

“Looks like we have a new guest, Fahr! And this little lady has balls!” He picked a hat off the table as he rose and plunked it squarely over his deeply ridged scalp.

She found herself staring at the hole that had once been a nose as she spoke. “I…I didn’t mean to intrude, Mr. Mayor…” Angela had never been this close to a ghoul before, much less talked to one for so long. Sure, there had been a few ghoul traders around, but she was never directly involved in any commerce activity.

The Mayor drew closer to her, a cocky smirk on his face. “Oh, now don’t be shy, sister! We’re all friends here, right?” He motioned to a pair of sofas in the middle of the large room. Angela had always been on the shorter side, but the Mayor’s bombastic personality made him seem even taller than his average stature. Sitting down across from him did little to lessen it. Angela felt like she was shrinking under his gaze.

“Now, what can this old ghoul do for you today.”

Angela thought he sounded almost predatory. The glowering giant woman with a mohawk standing behind the couch wasn’t helping. She closed her eyes and pictured her family in her head. Releasing her breath, she began.

“Mr. Mayor… my name is Angela. I came east looking for someone who might be in need of my particular set of skills and I heard Goodneighbor would be a perfect fit.”

He cocked a smooth hairless eyebrow. “Oh, really? And what would those skills be?” the Mayor purred, leaned forward on his knees.

Angela opened her binder, leafing through the notebooks, papers and pamphlets stored within. “I am a trained scientist, specializing in pharmacological chemistry. I can synthesize chems of all sorts, medicinal, recreational, even chemical warfare. I’ve spent the past 10 years collecting every formula and recipe I could get my hands on.” The ghoul was leaning farther over, trying to glimpse at the treats she teased in her pages. This was going well. “Get me in a lab with the ingredients I need, and I’ll make you whatever you want.”

The Mayor leaned back in his seat again and glanced up at Fahr, another smile teasing the edges of his deformed lips. “That is quite the compelling sales pitch you have there, especially with the issues we’ve been having lately... but how do I know you can actually deliver? Not many actual scientists around these days… unless you’ve defected from the Institute.”

Angela had no idea what this ‘Institute’ was, but from the way he spoke, it wasn’t a popular around these parts. “I grew up in the ruins of an old university out in the Amherst wasteland. My mom was the town doctor, but I was more interested in books than bodies.”

The ghoul rubbed his chin, seemingly unimpressed.

“Put me to the test, then.” If what she had heard was true, this gamble was worth the risk. “Pick out anything, give me the means to make it, and see what you think.”

“You’re kidding, right?” The woman piped up. “You come in here, and then demand caps from us… just to waste on some flaky science experiment? Throw this pipsqueak out on her ass, boss. We’ve got better things to do.”

“I barely got here with the shirt on my back! Cut me some slack!”

“Now hold on a second,” The Mayor raised his hand. “I think we can work something out.” He spread his hand over Angela’s binder, turning it towards him as he spoke. “I’ll pick a treat from the cookie jar, here… and if Squeaky here can deliver we can have some more negotiations. If not, then I get to keep the recipe.” He stared at her, freezing her to the spot. “Deal?”

She didn’t even hesitate. “Deal.”

Opening the binder to what appeared to be a random page, the Mayor read the title.

“Rocket? Never heard of it. Sounds fun!”

Twenty minutes later the pair led her to the dingy basement of the local hotel, a small crate clutched in her hand, the cola bottle clinking together between the box of Abraxo soap and Jet canisters.

“Hey, Fred,” called Mayor Hancock. “Mrs. Angela here is going to use your bench for a little while.”

A drowsy face popped out from a side room. “Yeah, well… you might want to check upstairs with that. Marowski might not like that.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have a little chat with him right now.” He turned to Angela. “In the meantime, why don’t you get set up.”

The lab was set up in the middle of the large basement. She wished she had more light but began to unload and organize on the counter when Fred appeared next to her. She tried to ignore him.

“Sooo… whatcha cookin’?” His wide watery eyes tracing over the bottles and boxes. He reached out but Angela quickly slapped his hand away from the Nuka-Cola. “Jeeze, sorry man. You don’t have to be like that. I’m just curious.”

Angela placed her binder on the bench top, her hand firmly holding the cover down. She didn’t want anything of hers wandering away while she wasn’t looking.

“Oooh, what’s that?” Fred asked, peering around her with a little hungry smile.

“Mine.” She glared at him. She was already on edge with the pressure of synthesizing chems in an unfamiliar lab, but now she had to be on her guard against possible sabotage. Great.

Just then, Hancock and Fahrenheit came down the stairs. “Okay, a few caps and that’s all squared away. You have an hour. Show us what ya got.”

“Hey, wait a minute there!” Fred stood up tall, puffing out his chest. “Are you guys looking to replace good ol’ Fred?” He shoulders hunched a little. “Say it ain’t so, Mayor?!”

The Mayor threw an arm around the greying chem dealer’s shoulder. “Nah, man. That’s not it at all. You know, with those raiders pouring out from Nuka-World it’s been hard getting a steady supply. Think of her as a possible assistant. This,” he spread his other hand out wide. “is her interview.”

Fred considered the news.

“Besides,” the ghoul continued. “You’ll get to try her goodies out… and it looks like she’s got a couple of aces up her sleeve.” He let Fred go and started towards the stairs.

“Oh, and Fred?” he looked back. “Leave her alone… she’s got work to do.”

Author’s Notes: I have decided to not put chapter titles with this fic and see how I feel about it.

[believerindaydreams]

Okay I know there has to be a Boone/Arcade scene for pacing but this feels like treading water

Oh well, crossing at dawn 2.75 and then I'll be chronologically in order agsin

Boone

Don't know why now of all times, when we've finally sorted out our problems, I start having nightmares.

That time in the Legion, when I'm awake I hardly think about it. But when I sleep it grabs me, I'm wrapped in crimson that's starting to bleed and armed with a machete against men with grenade launchers and rockets.

Not that strange, it's what happened.

I get off the bunk, stealthy as I can manage; Manny's taken the top like always, he's out cold. My wife's fallen asleep on top of Veronica, hands entwined; I'd start wondering about that if the engineer wasn't so obsessed with this train. She's staying out, so the fling is a fling.

Can't complain, that's for sure.

Arcade's in the dining car, reading with his feet up; the place smells like frying fat and sugar.

"What's up?"

"Can't sleep. Didn't seem worth trying any longer."

"Well, I've got something cooking if you're sticking around. What would you normally do to unwind?"

"Practice my sniping."

"Ah. And you can hardly do that on a train, so no wonder you're stressed out."

Guess he has a point. Not many days I've spent without practicing with some kind of firearm or another. "What's cooking, then?"

"Fried Nuka-Cola balls." He's hiding behind his big book now, can't see him. "It's a classic recipe. I'm testing it."

"Can't get enough of the stuff, huh?"

"Followers," Arcade says, peeking over the top of the book, "are interested in all kinds of prewar experiences, valuable or not. Because it takes more than weapon schematics and vault doors to build a society- I think they started forgetting that, towards the end. How to live when your whole life isn't bent towards destruction. The more frivolous, silly, utterly human scraps we can salvage from the wreckage, the better off we all are."

"...so this isn't about your addiction then."

"Well, that too. Any Follower worth the lab coat can spout off nonsense to justify their actions, it's one of the first things you pick up at the Boneyard." He chuckles and tucks the book under his arm. Picks up a kind of metal net and shakes it out, then upends it over a plate. Golden balls spill out, like Manny's dumplings but smaller and less meaty. "Give those a while to cool."

"Guess I'm not going anywhere."

"Great," Arcade says, actually putting the book down. "Because I've- I have missed you, if that makes sense. Far be it from me to ever imply I miss the Sierra Madre, because I most definitely don't, but- you know what, there is absolutely no way of saying this without sounding terrible. That third rum was a mistake."

"With Nuka in it, I guess."

"...yes. Well. I could be even more drunk, but- you know what it is, I had approximately ten seconds to go from the idea of having finally, unbelievably, made a cautious attempt at opening up, to suddenly being the fifth wheel on a cart."

"There's only four of us."

"I'm talking metaphorically- Boone, it's been a lot to deal with. Manny was just that sniper in the dinosaur, Carla I didn't know at all, this is very much a case where I'm late to the party and I'm trying to get to terms with that by consuming junk food abominations and revisiting highlighted passages of the Wasteland Survival Guide. Please don't hate me for realising I'm not even the most important person in your life anymore."

The weird little fried balls are cooled off. I pop one in my mouth- kind of crispy on the outside, syrupy inside. It does taste like a soda, sort of.

"I'm not going to throw you over just because they came back."

Arcade stuffs a ball into his mouth, doesn't speak until he's done chewing. "Surviving the Enclave collapse did not, I'm afraid, do anything for my capacity to trust that a given situation will remain stable."

"...you want to fuck?"

"No. Yes. I would dearly enjoy a prolonged, imaginative and exhausting fuck, but right now I need to get to grips with this before I can get comfortable with you again. Boone, is any of this making sense?"

Wish Manny and Carla were awake, this is out of my depth. "They've told you they're glad to have you along. Don't know that me saying it helps you much."

We're getting through the balls at a fast clip. Saves looking at each other. "Is this because I shot those men at the Freeside gate? You look at me and wonder what other promises I'd break?"

Arcade blinks. Twice. "Not really where I was going with this, but carry on."

"Didn't kill 'em for my sake, when I could have turned myself in. Manny and Carla could have gone back to the Great Khans, they'd be glad to get a good soldier back and she'd stick with him if I vanished. But no way you could have gone with them, with that Legion alliance on the way. Had to make the choice, and I made it."

He slowly crushes a ball in his fingers, opens them up, looks at the dark liquid. "You're saying, cheer up, because I murdered some guards for you."

"Can't make you feel better about the others, because I'm not them. But you want to know if you matter to me? Damn straight you do."

"...I suppose that'll just have to suffice. For the moment."

Comes as a relief, when he quits talking and gets your hands and mouth sticky with soda syrup.

Action's a hell of a lot easier than words.

*****

Manny

Glory be, Veronica should have called it the Love Track. You can hardly move on this train without stumbling over somebody fucking or thinking about fucking or recuperating after the fact.

And I'm not planning to be left out altogether. Third day in I invite Arcade for a roll in the hay. Or maize husks, anyway.

"Why are we here? Cow won't need milking for at least two hours."

"Thought we could get to know each other a little better."

"Ooo-kay. Fine."

He's nervous. Forget the hay, then.

"See, I care about those two idiots out there, bless 'em, but Boone does not do feelings and Carla has been through so many kinds of hell since getting pregnant, I'm amazed she still gets up in the morning. So nobody else is going to ask this- are you feeling all right?"

"Good enough."

Wow. Boone's contagious. "Hey. If I can help, name it. I wouldn't be half as gracious about it if I was the one dumped into a three-way tangle."

"You could satisfy my incessant curiosity, I suppose." He picks up a brush and starts tending Cow; technique all wrong but they're patient animals. "How did you all agree to this, if I may ask?"

"Hmth. Sure you can ask, Boone proposed to her and she turned him down because she didn't believe that he wasn't sleeping with me. He came back to the barracks with a turquoise ring and a broken heart so bad he actually talked about it."

"Were you? Sleeping with him?"

"Not then. But we had done...so next leave, I went to Carla myself, told her it was killing my partner, that if it was me or caps or anything I had the power to change, name it and I'd do it. He'd been so happy with her...well. You met him before he got Carla back."

"I'm not sure I saw him at his worst, even so." Bless the man, Arcade's blushing.

"Could be, I wouldn't know. Well- she laughed and asked if I'd brought a ring too, and I said yes, just in case you wanted one. Nice bit of bone carving, you'd knock that off in a bored afternoon with the Khans. Anyway she suddenly took me seriously after that...she was in love, I was in love, Boone wanted both of us. And she felt better when she heard I didn't go for girls. So I went back, told Boone to try again...went storybook the second time, Carla said."

"Then you were always planning to make a life with them."

"Planning? No. I thought that she'd tell me to find my jollies somewhere else, I'd mope about it for a few months, and head back to the Khans- that was before Bitter Springs."

"So what made you stay?"

"You really don't let up with the questions, do you?" Arcade's not bad to look at, that's for damned sure. The distracted way he's brushing his hair back, for instance. But I'm not going to fuck him just because I'm here and he's here. "Cos I still wanted Boone. Because we were partnered and I couldn't have quit thinking about him if I tried. Because they were a couple of star-struck idiots and they were going to need help."

"I suppose you were right about that."

I'd just as soon forget the word Arizona, thanks. "Sure. Who else would have taught them a triple-step to dance at the Tops?"

"You know a triple-step? I thought that only- well, that only Enclave remembered that."

"Khans were from a vault, back in the day. Good exercise, and it's fun."

"Mmm. It shows."

There's a certain hunger the way Arcade says it, couldn't call it subtle. Suddenly I get to come to terms with just because I'm being polite and hands off, doesn't mean he is.

Well. I wouldn't mind being the one who gets chased, just for a change.

[bi-astolfo]

Can’t wait to try some recipes from this book. Personally excited to make some Nuka Cola.

[im-just-another-witch]

They came and oh my is it better than I could have every imagined. Not only are the recipes delicious, but there’s so many healthy options and the elder scrolls one even has a list of the recipes in the back and says if it’s gluten free, vegan, and vegetarian.

The recipes play fun at the features of each game and match aesthetically with each game. Honestly I couldn’t have imagined better recipe books. Also let’s be real, homemade Nuka Cola sounds amazing.

[sas-afras]

OC interview meme - penn

(under the readmore because it’s long as fuuuuck)

1. What is your name? 

Spencer Troy Pendleton, but I prefer Penn. Or General.

2. Do you know why you’re named that? 

Nope.

3. Single or Taken? 

Uh, single.

4. Have any powers or abilities? 

I want to say super-genius but truthfully I’m barely above average.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue. 

What the fuck is a Mary-Sue??

6. What’s your eye color?

Wait, you didn’t answer my- they’re blue. You’re looking right at me. 

7. How about hair color?

Okay, this is fucking absurd, you’re literally right there. Looking at me. Use your eyes.

8. Have any family members?

That’s a sore subject.

9. How about pets?

Dogmeat’s only partially my pet, he’s pretty much his own man. Or.... dog. Stray dogs sometimes like me.

10. That’s cool I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like. 

Stupid questions... And bugs. Why the fuck did bugs have to mutate into being huge? Why not cats? Or giant puppies?

11. Any hobbies or activities you like to do?

Robotics, mostly. Mechanical things in general. I’m learning how to build things like houses and water purifiers and things of that nature, but it’s more of a chore than anything.  Reading is nice as well, but there aren’t many intact books left nowadays.

12. Ever hurt anyone in any way before?

Is that a legitimate question? I live in the wasteland. If I didn’t I’d be dead. Emotionally is a different story, however the answer is still yes. Everyone has.

13. Ever killed anyone?

Are you deaf? Yes. I. Have. I have to.

14. What kind of animal are you?

In a literal sense or a metaphorical one? I’m going to assume metaphorical. A bird, most likely. Like one of those crows that fly everywhere.

15. What are your worst habits?

Smoking, drinking, doing drugs, stealing, being manipulative, killing people... If I go on we’ll be here all day. 

16.  Do you look up to anyone at all?

Nick and Preston are both genuinely good people. I definitely admire them. Danse is... flawed, but he means well-ish. I suppose you could count Piper if you wanted to really stretch the idea, but I do admire how well she’s taken care of Nat.

17. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

Tough question, considering my lack-of-a-gender, but I say gay for simplicity’s sake. I like men.

18. Do you go to school?

Not anymore. Even before the bombs I had to drop out of high school to help my dad with Shaun. 

19. Ever want to get married and have kids?

Sure, I love kids. There’s definitely plenty of orphans around the commonwealth for me to be able to adopt, but I do have other obligations right now.

20. Have any fangirls/boys?

Uh, no, not as far as I know?

21. What are you most afraid of?

The cold.

22. What do you usually wear?

My jacket and vault suit. Sometimes I get wild and wear some goggles.

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

Cram… God, you think it’s going to taste so good and then it’s just mushy cardboard flavor. The texture is nice.

24. Am I annoying to you?

Slightly.

25. Well it’s still not over.

Oh boy.

26. What class are you?

Class like social status? That doesn’t really… exist much, anymore. Middle, I suppose? I get by. Nothing too glamorous, but I have to work hard.

27. How many friends do you have?

Oh, jeez. Like three or four? I have quite a few acquaintances.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Oh boy, what flavor? Pff, sorry, pre-war joke. Pie is fine.

29. Favorite drink?

Nuka-Cola Quantum. It’s radioactive as all hell, but by god if it doesn’t taste amazing. I’ve been trying to make a recipe for homemade Quantum for a year now.

30. Favorite place?

There’s this lighthouse up on the coast- Kingsport, I think it’s called. It’s peaceful there.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

That’s a personal question.

32. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

Both are irradiated, both have mirelurks, both are cold as hell… What’s not to love? If i had to pick, it would be a lake. I heard a rumor about a ghoulified whale once, I’m definitely not interested in meeting that.

34. What’s your type?

Uh. Nice… people? I suppose? Again, personal question.

35. Any fetishes?

Excuse me?

36. Camping or outdoors?

Is this the last question, or are you going to ask more asinine bullshit? Outdoors. Are we done here?

[falloutdialogue]

Evan’s Story (Nuka World)

South of Nuka-World, the player can find a location marked Evan’s Home. On the roof, you can find Evan himself. He’s peaceful and generous; he’ll give you a Nuka-Cola recipe book and lets you take pretty much anything from his home. Even if you do steal something, he won’t turn hostile or say anything about it. 

Behind the scenes, there’s more to the story. When a Fallout fan reached out after their brother Evan passed away, Bethesda sent a care package and promised to add Evan as an NPC in Nuka World.

Well, hey there. What brings you all the way out here?

“Making a new friend, I hope.” Absolutely.

“That's none of your business.” “Woah, okay. Take it easy. Just trying to break the ice, you know?

“I was about to ask you the same thing." Fair enough.

“You always this friendly to a complete stranger?” Hm. I suppose it's because I don't like to judge people until I get to know them. Sorry if I caught you off guard.

The name's Evan. I've been out here for years now. I guess you could say that I like the peace and quiet, and the view... well, look for yourself. It's something else. Since you took the trouble to find me, the least I can do is return the favor. Need any supplies?

“Sure, that would be great.” Glad to help. Let me see what I've got...

“No thanks, I'm fine.” Nonsense. There's got to be something you could use...

“Sure... do you happen to have a spare Liberty Prime?” No, no... I'm afraid that's a bit beyond my reach. Let me see what I have...

“What's the catch?” No catch, no trick. Let's just say I've been out there and I know that the world can be a cruel and unfriendly place. So, is there anything I can help you with?

Here you go. I found this on the outskirts of Nuka-World a while back. Isn't doing me any good. Well, it's been nice having a visitor. Feel free to stay for a while and help yourself to anything else I have laying around the place. Don't mind me... I'm just going to hang out around here and enjoy the view.

Safe travels, stranger.

Heck of a view, isn't it?

Good luck out there, stranger.

“Dear Andrew,

The team and I were very sad to hear about your brother’s passing. He sounded like a wonderful person.

It may not be much but we hope this care package finds you well. In addition, I reached out to the dev team at Bethesda Game Studios, and they plan on creating an NPC of Evan that players all over the world can find in Nuka-World.

As soon as I find out he’s there I’ll happily send you an email.

On behalf of the team at Bethesda and myself, our thoughts and best wishes are with you and your family.”

[deathclawforcuties]

Recipe In Progress

Seeing how I've done a TON of Nuka Cola related stuff on here, I'm going to switch it up and craft a recipe for one of their in-game competitors. It was a choice between Sunset Sarsaparilla and Vim, and after a cap toss, Vim won.

Now, my cook book has a recipe for Vim in it, but it is a purely alcoholic beverage with no base. Seeing as how most of my stuff is non-alcoholic, I'd like to keep it that way as any adult can add booze to it later if they so choose, while the younger gens on here can have a base drink to enjoy Sans the liquor.

I'll be sure to post pictures and the recipe itself once it's all set.

Wish me luck, wastelanders!