#quincysurvivor

[forgiveyesterday]

“ maybe we should just go.”

[Prompt]

"You're the boss," came the reply, but the mercenary continued to stare firmly at the man who had initially seemed to cause the young woman to become uncomfortable.

"Need anything else before we head out? I can get it for you."

[whatwastelanders]

If they had a kid: Simon/Zoey

[Prompt]

Name: Samuel “Sammy” Kyle Walsh

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Mousy brown hair, typically looks as though he just got done running his hands through it; blue-green eyes; has a tan army jacket he scavved that he’s particularly fond of; otherwise found in coveralls (usually the dark blue or green ones).

Personality: Reserved; observant; forgetful. Honest; humble; optimistic. Sammy is the “quiet kid” - until you get him talking, then he’s the “holy-shit-do-you-ever-shut-up? kid.”

Special Talents: Drawing: Sammy grew up devouring comics and doodles his own ideas for stories during his down time. Other that that, you’d be amazed at how quickly Sam can scrape together a functional robot, especially considering the body only seems to consists of a toaster and a frying pan... and a healthy amount of duct tape.

Who they like better: Zoey.

Who they take after more: Simon.

Personal Headcanon: Sammy struggled in social situations growing up. Once he found his niche of people, though, he thrived. While he may not be the best at small talk, Sammy can create. Before puberty hit, Sammy had already made a completely functional robot: it could understand and complete basic tasks. Sammy named the robot B0B. B0B has had a multitude of upgrades over the years, but down to the basics: it’s still B0B. Sammy and B0B run a small repair and trade shop together called Holy Scrap! B0B suggested the name.

Faceclaim: Tye Sheridan

[thesmugglersrun]

“ come on, man, is it much further? i’m cold.”

[Prompt]

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were cold, honey, do you want my coat?” Emil asked, peeling off his jacket while the chilly wind whipped around the pair. He continued to trudge onward even as he draped the jacket around Leon’s shoulders and patted and smoothed it into place.

“How terribly rude of me, not considering how you were feeling while we trek across the Commonwealth together for something that you said you needed for a job that I just happened to know of where one is so I decided to help you instead of letting you sit in the bar by yourself and be sad because you didn’t have that most special thing that you needed.”

[simonsaysnah]

“That’s not… That’s not what I meant to say. Um… I’m just gonna…”

[Prompt]

“No, you’re fine,” Simon said with a shake of his hand, waving a hand as if her slip up hadn’t hit him square in the chest - almost knocking the breath from his lungs.

“I get it. It’s been a long day, uh... if you wanna take a break I think Eddie’s making pancakes for dinner. With how he cooks, there will be more than enough for you to join in.”

[deadendtheatre]

“Gonna be that cocky, gotta back it up.”

[Prompt]

“I’m offended that you’d think I’m all talk,” he replied, holding a hand to his heart as if in pain. 

[thawedwonder]

“ anything i can do?”

[Prompt]

“Can you climb up onto the roof of that Red Rocket and tell me if anyone’s heading this way?” Rori asked, motioning to the gas station on their left. “Just keep your head low - if you can see them, they can probably see you.”

[outwithaboom]

Jesus, who raised you, the mob?

[Prompt]

“No, the Boomers of the Mojave,” Baptiste answered proudly with a bright grin, before flinging another Molotov towards the approaching super mutants. Hearing an all-too-familiar rapid beeping, Baptiste grabbed hold of Zoey’s arm and began dragging her towards higher ground.

“Now is the time to run, petit! Let the mines I left behind do the rest of the work!”

[forgiveyesterday]

“ no, no, no. NO, forget it. forget it! i’m not going back in there again.”

[Prompt]

“Hey, hey, no one’s gonna make you go back if you don’t want,” he assured her, making the conscious decision not to try and comfort her by reaching up to grab her shoulder. She might see that as an aggressive move - a way to force her into moving.

“I’ll go in, alright? You go up to the roof and hang out under the big satellite dish,” he said, motioning towards the grated metal stairway that led to the top of the building. “No one’ll see you up there from the ground. I’ll go take care of things inside and I’ll come get you when I’m done. That sound good?”

[simonsaysnah]

“I was… [scoffs] Okay, I was not that excited.”

[Prompt]

“I dunno...” he teased, nudging Zoey’s arm with an elbow. “Seemed pretty excited to me.”

[simonsaysnah]

“I’m actually pretty good at being alone at night.”

[Prompt]

Simon may have stared at her blankly for a few seconds longer than intended, but he did manage to keep his thoughts inside his head and not let them come out of his mouth.

Instead, he merely nodded and took a swig of cola before shrugging his shoulders.

“You don’t have to be alone tonight. I can either walk you back to where you’re staying, or you can stay here,” he offered with a small smile.

“More than enough places to sleep here, and I make a mean pancake for breakfast.”

[simonsaysnah]

“My problem is that I push people away and then hate them for leaving.”

[Prompt]

Simon stopped mid-sip and stared quietly at Zoey over the top of his glass at her words. After a moment of pause, he finished drinking and nodded, clearly more than a little uncertain of how he should react to such a confession.

“Alright, well...” he murmured, leaning forward to set his drink down on the table between them. “My problem... is that I’m afraid of being alone, so I tend to let people walk all over me so as not to upset them, that way they’ll stay.”

[simonsaysnah]

“You want a coffee? 'Cause I could use a coffee.“

[Prompt]

“Yeah, coffee sounds great,” he agreed, tearing his eyes away from the radio he had been tinkering with for the past hour and a half. He could use a break from staring at the innerworkings and coffee would also help to perk him up a bit.

“You want sugar and milk in yours?” Simon called over his shoulder, pushing himself from the work table and heading towards the kitchen.

[thawedwonder]

“ someone’s coming.”

[Prompt]

Without saying anything, Rori put herself between Zoey and the doorway and backed the pair out of the line of sight from the door. She listened intently and drew her pistol, checking to see if Zoey had drawn on her own weapon before training her sights on the doorway.

Whatever was coming better be friendly, or it wasn’t going to know what hit it.