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[riyounghuyn]

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[housewifestrife]

Her eye still wide at the images that small gesture had brought back but she would not think of vocalizing it... Not now. There were things that were more important then her mind and her own health was one. Swallowing uncomfortably as she nodded. 

"I-I... I-I ain't either." Taking a hand up to rub at her sore throat then the other hand taking his using him as more of a thing to keep her straight then to lean on. Trying to look like something half decent instead of a bloody mess.

He looked concerned at the statement, but nodded, tucking the cloth away and standing. His hands were offered to her. 

"I’m not very much to lean on, but I’ll try my best." And he offered her a reassuring smile. 

[security-chief-harkness]

Secrets [Harkness|Neo]

With the whole bullshit with Zimmer and Butch settled Harkness was now more contented than he had been in a long time. However, there was something, other than the constant danger of the Institute, that still settled uneasily at the back of his mind. Neo's observation and vital signs. Something was off about them but the guy had been so damn nice than Harkness felt bad for even attempting to check.

Sighing, he reached forward to press on the intercom. He needed to find out if this thing, whatever it was, would be a security concern or not. "Could Neo please report to the main security office." His voice would be projected through out Rivet City and although the move was certainly lay he felt this was a better conversation for private.

[profpain]

"I rather have nothing to do with Strex Corporation. Even in my dire state. My employer and I are likely still at odds with that company. We didn't part on good terms." Phineas took his glasses off and rubbed at his face a little hard. "I suppose there's a dimension somewhere that could get it off. But I'd have to be very sneaky about it. Not everyone wants to let a serial killer back on the loose."

The device was mostly metallic, but partly plastic with a shielding to ward off electromagnetic pulses. Two needles went into the back of his neck by his spine and a cluster of nerve tissue sized wires emerged from each of theses needles running up along his inner spinal cord into his brain. Mostly the motor function and decision making parts of his gray matter. One set watched his decision making activity and the other would paralyze him if he took action.

"Well, I can’t rightly condone violence, you know. But you are my friend, so I won’t judge you for your hobbies. It’s your own life." He gave the man behind him a smile, going back to inspect the collar. 

"What a thing to do to an employee. I would ask why he thought it would be a good idea to put a collar on you, but again, it’s your own life. I may be able to get a hold of an associate of Strex, or one of their scientists, perhaps they will know how to remove it… hm." He pressed his hands to the others’ neck, third eye opening and scanning it over. 

"I’ll make a few calls. Perhaps that gate you showed me earlier will be of some use." And he looked up to Phin, giving him a warm smile. 

"Don’t worry about it. Everything will work out in the end." 

[duchess-of-waste]

Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out [ Duchess + Neo ]

The worst part about these wasteland treks is probably the silence. Duchess never met a silence she liked; too much empty, too much quiet. Your thoughts could do funny things in a silence. Around people, she fills them with words, but talking to yourself in the middle of the desert is just weird.

But that, of course, is why the good lord created radio. Sadly, Duchess' is a shitty little machine held together by duct tape and a prayer, and it tends to drop Mr New Vegas' show once she gets too far from the Strip. Which is exactly what it had done, and exactly why the reporter is now hunched over it, chewing irritably on the end of her cigarette holder and muttering curses under her breath while she tries to get the damn thing to pick up something. Anything. 

A twiddle of the knob and another good thump, and the static abruptly gives way. There now, is that a voice? It's faint, but there. It doesn't sound like Mr New Vegas. Doesn't sound like anybody she knows. Leaning her ear closer, Duchess turns up the volume.

[pom-with-the-wifi-blog]

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(im new to this thing fgkfsdgsd apologies if im terrible at it!!!)

Pom casually was playing outside on her rose pink laptop. She laid down on a purple pillow by a tree, browsing through her internet as usual and talking to herself outloud about it. "srsly what the heckie?" She slammed her paw on the keyboard, barking.

[ask-cerus]

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"Well, hello there; you're a native here, I presume?"

[security-chief-harkness]

Not quite Megaton's coffee [Harkness|Neo]

It was odd not having to wait on someone to go get something to eat. That he could literally go for a seat with some food when he felt like it. That wasn't to say he liked it, Harkness missed Butch's presence, it reminded him of the years before he arrived and although he liked the quick bite in between his hectic schedule he had grown quite fond of sitting down to a conversation.

Steadily making his way to Gary's Gallery he took a slight squint at the food board. God knows why, he'd probably order the same damn thing he did ever day. Steak and coffee. Letting out a small whistling noise of thought he shrugged, "whatever you feel like making Gary...and a coffee." Turning around to lean against the bar he waited for his meal letting his eyes scan the marketplace around him.

[missmaria101]

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[profpain]

Neapolitan trots up to the ex-professor with several items in hand- the majority being meant for cutting down fences and sawing apart bones. "I heard you are having some slave collar trouble?"

Yes, I'm fairly certain the material isn't going to come apart for those.

[etainthepriestess]

[drunk] Neapolitan has no idea how to deal with a drunk person, but he feels obligated to follow her around like a lost puppy and make sure she doesn't fall down and hurt herself. He also holds back her hair like a good pal.

And thus Neo became subject to the emotional rollercoaster that is a well and truly drunk Etain. Including, at one point, snuggling him and covering him in sloppy kisses, calling him by another flavor of ice cream entirely.

[security-chief-harkness]

A little fluffy puppy scoots up from the bottom of Harkness' bed, along his leg, stopping every once in a while to lie down and wiggle his butt. He didn't stop until Harkness' face was within licking distance.

Harkness grumbles reaching up and ruffling the puppys fur "it's too early Boa."

[thegreaterhope]

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"Your forehead.." And out of worry the scientist approached, reaching out and brushing his fingers against the others' brow, against the edges of the raw flesh.

"Are you alright?"

[gelatinousfeline]

"Kevin, I've been hearing your silliness over the radio and I've come /all/ the way from Night Vale to give you this-- out of the kindness in my heart." And he hands Kevin a vibrator.

I lov e yuo