#psychotheory

[asadonbrown]

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[atcmbcmbs]

Starter for: @psychotheory

After days of being perched up on an old billboard sign, it almost felt strange to be walking upon the ground again. Though as much as he would prefer the solitude and tactical advantage that heights provided, Mateo knew he couldn’t remain there forever. It was time to mingle back into society. 

His rifle was in dire need of repairs, and while he would’ve preferred to have it repaired by his own hands or that of an NCR civilian or personnel, he lacked the materials and there were no outposts nearby. Just a small settlement of a town was his only option. While none of the people were hostile as he entered, he wasn’t blind to the stares aimed his way. Once pointed in the direction of a repairman, he was quick to head that way.

Mateo didn’t care that he was wearing the NCR’s insignia, and he especially didn’t care that he was still wearing the Ranger helmet. He only cared about getting his gun repaired, to which he pulled it from off his shoulder as he neared the man he was told about. Briefly clearing his throat, he looked over the other before speaking.

“Are you the one that handles repairs around here?”

[weroyals]

 ♛ :: @psychotheory          //            starter call.

          ❝ I don’t like this place. It smells, and there are addicts everywhere, ❞    his voice is a growl, his eyes focused dead ahead, rather than to glance at the human nearby. It seems as if he hasn’t noticed him in the first place, but to assume that would be a mistake as tremendous as the Ghoul himself.

           Still, it seems as if his grumbling is really meant for himself. He’s distracted but on edge, caught up in frustration with his situation. Rivet City is supposed to be safe, but in this kind of safety there is complacence, and nothing for him to do. And to make matters worse, there’s a family that smells like alcohol. He hates that. He’d had no choice but to come up here to breathe, or he would have lost it sooner rather than later. At least the hush of the sea offers some comfort.

[divinefury]

@psychotheory liked for a starter.

“Hey there, Scavver.” 

It wasn’t often Kay found herself running into people in the Wasteland that just seemed to be searching for whatever could be left in the old and ruined buildings. Most of the time it seemed there was only junk lying around, but even junk had a use at times. The lucky prizes to find were usually ammo, and that was what she was currently searching for herself.

She kept her hands on her hips and tilted her head as she watched him. Aside from the rifle slung behind her, she didn’t try to make herself look any more threatening. Kay had enough enemies in the Commonwealth, and she wasn’t jumping at the chance to make another. 

“Is there a certain treasure you’re looking for, or something?”

[thcwatcher]

@psychotheory​

“I can fix that for you. If you allow me to, of course.” Her experience with Eridian tech gave her an edge that not all humans had. However, while she was knowledgeable about Eridian tech, her knowledge on the tech that humans used was a little more stunted. The Watcher had managed to pick up a few things on her travels here and there and she was slowly learning the ways of different things. Guns were her forte, always had, always would be. Things like vehicles, however, were a different story. 

This didn’t seem like it would be too bad though. Not exactly out of her comfort zone, but not too far out of it that she didn’t know what she was doing. Of course, her fixing this was at the entirety of if the man wanted to trust her with it. Her own weapon was strapped to her back, her body language as relaxed as a Guardian’s could be in this situation. While it wasn’t out of the question that the man would turn around and fire at her, The Watcher wanted to come off as non-threatening as possible.

“I may be able to add an edge to it too, if you so wish. But that would take me a little bit longer.” Not that that helped much with the whole trusting her issue, but it was a start. Neither of them were going to get anywhere if either of them didn’t try. Well, The Watcher could. There was nothing stopping her from continuing on, unassuming that anything here could kill her. This was the moment of truth.

“Can I take a look?” She asked, pointing a long finger at the item in question.

[villrhjarta]

It was a lazy sort of day. One of those rare moments in time when the unforgiving desert heat was too much even for a woman that grew up with those harsh rays beating down on her. The building she was taking shelter in was still mostly intact, but more importantly the attached porch was also in good shape. That was were the wanderer chose to stay, stretched out across the wooden flooring with her back against the wall and the awning above shading her from the sun.

A giant dog was laid out on the porch next to her, nearly half the wanderer's size and panting in the heat, while her fingers idly scratching at the coarse hairs around its ears.

They had been like that for most of the day, content to simply be where they were and wait for night to come. A fragile moment of peace and quiet that is broken as soon as her furry companion hears footsteps. The dog’s head raised up and Valin reached for the sledgehammer propped up against the wall next to her, just in case.

@psychotheory

[corragain]

@psychotheory

Roaring. Sailors surrounded him, green eyes, brown, blue, some blackening and their skin starting to slough and fall. Oil lamps swayed with the ship and their muskets clicked. 

“Deliver him to the captain!” one roared. Another swatted him back.

“Stand aside!”

He shoved, and all at once, havoc erupted. Men grabbed at each other, their sea-worn boots scraping against the wood, hats falling and fists balled into each other’s collars, and a swarm of bodies pushed and pushed until two or three toppled and smacked hard against the splintered deck. Thief! Robber! Villain!

A shot fired. A flash of light.

“On your knees!”  

All at once, the crew dropped. Silence trickled in. The hull moaned. From the ship’s hatch, a man emerged, Andrew Alexander Corrigain, captain of the RNS Terror, looming like an omen and weaving past the wordless crowd. A man...

“There is to be no maelstrom! No chaos! No hysteria or a thing thereof!” His blue eyes, slate in the night, found the stranger. Corrigan’s face stilled. “And to whom this man owes his welcome, he is to make himself known.”

For a moment: nothing. Then a whisper through the air. Thief.

[bleedsloyal]

      “ don’t come any closer, that’s far enough. ”

@psychotheory / sc

[neomacaught]

@psychotheory asked for a starter ten billion years a-- yeah we know this song and dance, ANYWAY

   “What are you doing?” 

   She only realizes after she’s said it that it’s a bit hard and accusatory to hit a stranger with, especially one with their back turned. One hand on her weapon in expectation of retaliation, and wow, that must look even worse!  

   “Uh, I’m not gonna attack you,” as a supplemental. Great, Neoma.

[wildawakening]

Today's Card:

Five of Cups

This card is about how we choose to view our mistakes, and a warning about deciding that we are failures and becoming self-fulfilling prophecies - ignoring the chances we have because we would prefer to be right about being failures.

The ego finds all sorts of ways to fuel itself and it's not just success that pumps us up. We all know people who seem almost proud of their special status as Losers, able to rattle off a long list of people who've done them wrong, and reasons why it's pointless to try again.

The cloaked figure has become his disappointment - taken regret to the next level - so much so that he's in danger of failing to see that not all his hopes are dashed. Three cups have fallen, but two are still standing.

What can we do to change our relationship to failure so that it doesn't stop us in our tracks?

The best thing is to take up a hobby or learn a skill at which we're sure to fail, repeatedly. Something that makes us feel silly and free, with no pressure to be perfect or look remotely in control. It's important that this activity should be enjoyable and also very different from our career or passion.

When we enter the realm of play, we learn about the joy of Doing vs. Achieving: we can cast off the cloak of the professional mourner and stop taking ourselves and our failures so seriously. We can learn to think with more agility, with a sense of possibility - we can learn to see ways out of our stuckness.

If you're suffering failure or defeat right now, remind yourself that by focussing on it, you might be discounting many other opportunities.

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[longthoughtlost]

@psychotheory liked for a starter from Celia

“Everyone talks about how great Power Noodles is, but honestly, I don’t get it.” Celia spoke to the person seated beside her casually, glancing over briefly before looking back down at the bowl of noodles she’d discarded. “You think he has anything spicy to add to it? I’d kill for some chili flakes-” Even as she spoke, she seemed to eye the protectron warily, as though expecting it to be holding back on her or otherwise finding some way to deny her what she wanted.

[asadonbrown]

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[binarymind-arc-blog]

     “Are they supposed to be hanging around all the time like this?” he asks, giving a nod to the group of NCR soldiers. Chris has come to learn that Freeside’s a lawless place, so it’s odd to see troops of any sort lingering around. Not that it appears they do much in the way of reining things in. “Seems like they’re just asking for trouble, setting up all of these camps, but not helping out around here.”

@psychotheory   ---   sc.

[xviperinae-archive]

@psychotheory | Liked For A Starter

Maybe it wasn’t the normal reason you should approach a stranger. Well she had walked up and started conversations with weirder reasons, so really just walking up to a person to give a compliment might not be that weird when she thought about it.

Trouble was Viper rarely thought about what she did. That just took the fun out off it!

“Yo! Tattoos look amazing, well at least what I can see. Where do you get them? My last person who did them was found dead not long ago and I miss not getting more of them.”

Cover up every part of the body with tattoos was basically the idea for her. Well most at least. What parts she wanted to be hidden.

[keepermcge]

@psychotheory​ {🌟} 

“Dude, are you okay?” 

Concern seeps through voice and mirrors in sapphire hues, pinched down eyebrows and parted lips. A cautious yet hasty step is taken forward, in both worry for the other and curiosity, hands staying limp at side, but fingers twitching tempted to reach out. His head is tilted to the side, strawberry blond strands brushing against fair skin. Mouth stays slightly open as if to go and speak once more, but no more words leave only confused and anxious noises from the back of throat slipping out. 

If not for the overwhelming amount of confoundedness thoughts would likely be bouncing around in his head, wondering how another person was here in Nine Wood Hills aside from himself, twin, and the odd saleslady. Left hand reaches out tentatively another footstep taken forward, although not enough to make actual contact, now close enough to make sure no injuries were present on the stranger. An odd scent drifts up into his nostrils and nose crinkles ever slightly, but Lann doesn’t budge, leaning forward, waving marked arm back and forth. 

“Helloooo?”

He didn’t look injured, but maybe he should heal him anyway? Although... Reynn would probably get mad if she found out he healed some random guy they don’t even know, but... she would probably be furious of his decision to approach him in the first place without knowing what he’s getting himself into... but Lann can’t bring himself to listen to the imaginary Reynn in his head, well, that probably won’t be imaginary forever once she learns of the occasion, but compassion and empathy and concern overrides any fear of lecture or possible smack; a light cure spell on the tip of fingertips cast out and surrounding the man. 

A breath is sucked in, words falling out past lips once more, looking on doe eyed hoping. 

“...Hello?” 

[thegirlfallsfromthesky]

@psychotheory liked this for a poorly injured Alex starter <3

Even as she lay on the ground, sobbing quietly in pain, Alex knew she was lucky to be alive. Whether those men had been Raiders or Slavers, she knew it was a miracle she’d escaped with her life. But that didn’t stop the many cuts and bruises she’d sustained from hurting. Not to mention the bullet holes in her thigh and shoulder. She’d done her best to bandage them up, but she’d been running for so long. She had no food, no stimpaks, no energy left. Vault 101 was far behind her. Or maybe in front of her. She had no idea where she was. And there was no-one around to help.

Except for a silhouette she could just make out. “Help...” Alex whimpered. It even hurt to speak. “Help me...”