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[dyedmaxiian]

@mydearestfaraday​ / sc.

THE ISLAND made him tense, and it went strictly without saying that he was hardly a fan of DiMA but at least the mission of Arcadia was a good one. It was merely a sad truth that they, like much of the Commonwealth in a way, had been swallowed into a conflict they didn’t want to be a part of. Hands rest behind his back for a moment, the General and Detective Valentine discussing some business with DiMA & Kasumi Nakano as he strafes off to the side.

“I take it life here is...difficult?”

He speaks of the BROADER island to the man before him, but truthfully it could have been taken either way. This entire place made his SKIN CRAWL in the worst way imaginable, but he suspects that speaking to locals may yield some helpful tips on handling the harshness of the land.

[hubflowcr]

@mydearestfaraday​

          It’s been nearly a week since the accident happened. He was foolish enough to get caught off-guard by gulpers, arm torned to shreds as both him and the dead gulper fell onto radiated mud. The wound was cleaned, but the radiation got it to first, infecting his arm to the point where the pain was unbearable and the gore was too much to look at. With the right tools and help, Faraday and Aster assisted Xavier with the amputation of said arm, having some troubles seeing as Xavier’s bones were alloy metal, but that could facilitate their next task.

          With Preston notified that Xavier would be staying in Far Harbor for another week and coming back with a ‘surprise’, Xavier went back to Acadia one more time. Faraday seemed to have everything ready. The schematics, at least.

           ❝ Alright, brought the parts you needed. I think... Hopefully, I didn’t forget anything. Carrying this with one arm wasn’t easy. ❞ Xavier spoke to the scientist, wearing a mechanic suit he brought from the Commonwealth. Sure, it was clad in the chest area, but he hoped it wouldn’t distract the scientist from his work.

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@mydearestfaraday​ sent: “ i can stay, if you want. ”

There are days where being away from home is easier than others. Dorothy isn’t sure what she misses -- maybe it’s the familiarity. Maybe it’s her parents, or the cat that had snuck out of cloning that was her dearest friend.

Right now, it’s the light. It’s the quiet -- Far Harbor lacks both of these as they hole up in the midst of a heavy storm. She hides down below, where her radio is a little bit louder than rain on the roof and the thunder feels a little more farther away.

“I’d like that a whole lot,” she should be embarrassed, and she it, but huddled up under blankets and homesick, she’s feeling too much of so many things that makes it hard to really feel shame for her weakness. Dorothy’s voice is small, but she pats the open space beside her as a an acceptance of his offer and a request to not leave her alone.

“I knew about weather,” she says, like it makes it a little bit better, “I just never imagined how loud it would be... I hope it passes soon.” For a moment, she licks her lips and finds a smile, “Thank you.”

[tcxastough]

@mydearestfaraday​

【🔧】— “So yer th’ feller that keeps this place up n’ runnin’ huh?” The bounty hunter asked, turning away from the server tower connected to the wall to look at the approaching synth. 

       “Considerin’ all’a y’all are synths, I guess I shoulda expected at least one of you t’ be handy with computers.”

[thelasttejada]

@mydearestfaraday

“Are you sure you haven’t seen anyone like that around here?” He asked the man. Ever since he saw that woman from Far Harbor come by his workshop in Goodneighbor asking for the Memory Den, he couldn’t get her out of his head. She looked just like his sister, Rafaela. He had heard all sorts of talk about synths replacing people, and his sister did indeed attend CIT before the war. 

It was a real stretch, but he just had to see this woman again. He needed to make sure that it wasn’t just some random trick of his old brain and eyes.

[par-the-raider]

@mydearestfaraday​

Par could feel an embarrassed warmth settle in his cheeks. He’d figured this building was vacant - too far from the rest of the trading post - but evidently he’d guessed wrong.

“Uh, sure.” He stepped a minimal distance into the room, reached for the folded-up clothes on a nearby table, and lobbed them over. Awkward as he felt, at least his aim hadn’t suffered from it.

“Sorry,” he said, already back around the doorway. “Y’know a place t’ crash near here? Not really familiar with the area.”

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“I like you this close to me… you’re warm.”

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      “ mm. i think you’re the warmer one, though. “ goris chuckled, settling into a more comfortable position beside faraday, all but curling around him as an affectionate feline would. the deathclaw gave a pleased sigh that drifted into a low ‘rumble’, reverberating in his chest and throat as he briefly touched his cheek to faraday’s side. he could hear the other’s heartbeat, able to memorize the sound and how often it beat per minute; just another part of faraday’s being that he’d come to associate with the feeling of calm that the other’s presence brought. ” you are more than welcome to join me more often, you know. though i fail to leave much in the way of space for you. “ 

        his own 'bed’ was actually several mattresses bound together near a generator of some sort, allowing just enough heat to provide a comfortable resting area despite the noise. ( the sound of ambient machinery reminded him of his childhood in the vault; it had never been silent. ) lazily lifting a hand, goris stroked the synth’s side with his fingers gently - taking great care not to let his claws touch his skin. ” …i like having you rest with me here. and… not rest. “ goris laughed quietly at the mild innuendo, tilting his head once more to rest it against faraday. ” thank you. “ what he was thanking him for was left unclear - perhaps a bit of everything.

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[hubflowcr]

         ╳ ;; @mydearestfaraday​

                ❝ y’know... i mostly came here to find that one missing girl, but now that i’ve spent some time here, i can honestly say-- i’m still very confused as to what anything does. but! but, i’m very curious. probably takes you ages to take care of DiMA the way you do, huh? ❞

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@mydearestfaraday    /    sc.

Dorothy isn’t sure if her presence here is wanted, really. She was apart of the boogeymen who made them, after all. She can only hope that maybe with time that she can make up for that. She offers Faraday a small and sheepish smile.

“I figured... could I help you with anything? I heard someone mention there was an issue with a couple of the terminals.”

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{ OMG thank you!}

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Nora is the type of person who loves to learn new things. So when she comes to see Faraday, and she can stay for a while, she asks him to show her how all the electronics work, but also about coding. He’s all too happy to do this, because aside from him and probably DiMA, no one else really knows all that much, so he loves talking about them and showing someone who to use them all day.

[bcstforgotten]

                                @mydearestfaraday

          “                         Faraday,” 

        His voice -often reserved, measured - held a melancholy undertone. Penitent, perhaps - to one who had listened to his words often enough to recognize the slight difference. Slowly, he lifted his taloned fingertips to gently brush against the other synth’s wrist in order to get him to speak, to at least face him. “I know my actions have hurt you.” DiMA murmured; he’d wounded -slain- in the name of peace, but  ‘peace’ was never painless. It was never simple and without repercussion. 

                                                “Will you speak with me?” 

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       @mydearestfaraday​ // cont. 

       he 'smiled' down at the compassionate synth upon hearing his answer; a peculiar expression that to most would look like a grimace or a mere baring of his teeth, save for the way it reached his eyes in a kind manner. it was perhaps his own insecurities and anxieties that made him ask a question with such an obvious answer, but it was pleasant to hear him say it all the same.

       the nudge against his arm following the term of endearment earned a quiet laugh. it had been a while since he trusted another person - and was considered trustworthy by someone - to engage in any kind of physical contact. the gentle touches were almost new, and were more than welcome. ducking down a bit, goris gently bumped the synth with his cheek. " thank you, faraday. it's been a while since i could rest anywhere, let alone in a place like this." he let his hood fall back for the time being, horns briefly scraping against the parasol that faraday had managed to find for the two of them.

       " and...i don't recall a time that i've ever felt quite as close with someone." the tribal he had once wandered with, perhaps - but faraday was in a category all his own.

[hubflowcr]

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mydearestfaraday said:🍍 🍑

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🍍  :    how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height,  weight,  strength,  and body type?  how important is being attractive to them?  

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He is confident in his body to a certain extent. His right side is badly scarred from the accident he had when he was at war, and it makes him very uncomfortable when people stare at his scars too much, unless it’s people he’s comfortable with. It doesn’t help that Xavier enjoys being shirtless 24/7. He is very safe with how his body is, but he would appreciate it more if he wasn’t constantly bumping his head agaisnt stuff. Attractiveness to Xavier is of very little importance, ever since, as he says it, he loves people because of what their heart holds, not how they look or how their body is.

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🍑  :    how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance?  do they spend a lot of time on their hair,  makeup,  grooming,  and clothing?  is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?  

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It may look like he does, but once he is down taking a cold shower, he ruffles up his hair, grabs the nearest flannel shirt and slacks and just goes on with his day. Once his hair starts to grow, he tends to take care of it more often. Body & facial hair is the only thing he tends to keep in a neat condition, making sure everything is at least trimmed well enough, especially his beard.

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@mydearestfaraday || continued [x]

Carrie remained a bit more modest, at least still wearing her shirt (a tank top, but still) despite being convinced she was about to fall over dead. Her hair was pulled back, baring even more skin that easily began to burn during her short time out in the sun. She stuck to what little shade she could find, wondering why she was even outside when the observatory’s basement was still at the very least a comfortable temperature.  “If I touch that thing, it’s going to break more, I don’t want that on my conscience.” She braved the sun to bring him the water, and instead of retreating back to her previous position, she took a brief look at the air conditioner and confirmed that, yes, she had no clue what she was looking at. “You’ve been working on this for an hour now. Is it even salvageable?”