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If there was one true highlight in Yesman’s week it would be the White glove’s high in parties they threw for their members. The atmosphere, the soft but inviting classical music, the oh so clean and polished rooms that could rival the old world. Everything about it just set Yesman’s circuit a buzz. The only thing that truly make it complete was if he able to try the Ultra lux’s heavenly menu. These parties often featured a unique one that only be available that night. The amount of over worldly dishes Yesman was forced to pass up was enough to make him cry if he had the ability too. 

However the company somewhat made up for it. The White gloves were always a joy to speak too. Even if a good part of it was them trying to convince him to lower the percent he took from them in profit. He was just in the middle of some banter about the Chairmen with a member when he felt someone bump into him. He turned and was face with a young lady, who he assumed was a member like him. He was bit taken back as she griped his arm and barely squeaked out a plea to leave. 

“The exit is over by the check in for members... Are you alright miss?” He gently began to lead her over to exit as any good gentlemen should when faced with a lady in distress. Her state wasn’t something he wanted to see. Surly this reaction could only mean one thing, and he was dreading the coming punishment he have to deal out on the White gloves if what he feared was true. 

Once the two had made it to a fairly unpopulated part of the building he finally asked the million dollar question to her. 

“If you don’t mind me asking Miss. Are you safe here? The staff isn’t-” Ah he have to word this carefully lest this be a misunderstanding and he only has the Ultra Lux’s name to be smeared once more. “overstepping any boundaries are they?”

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This was a bad idea, and had been from the start.  Sara kicked herself for going through with it as she kept herself pressed into the corner by the staircase, hugging herself.  She meant to just poke her head into the Ultra-Luxe, get a little peek, but the wash of classy patrons somehow carried her from the door.  What started as an innocent looksy was getting to feel dangerous.

She already stood out like a sore thumb from the rest of the Mojave, because her skin was so pale, standing out like a sore thumb amongst the sun kissed likes of everyone else.  The people in the masks had been eyeing her particularly hard in her black dress.  Their gazes had a weight that settled heavy on her chest, and made breathing just a bit harder.

It wasn’t until one of them gently touched her upper arm, probably to get her attention, that she had enough.  Without glancing their way, she quickly began to stride, desperate for open air and quiet.  Every little noise seemed amplified, the lighting too much, the walls glowing.  Overstimulation was chewing at her now, and she needed somewhere peaceful to go.

In her haste, she rounded a corner and bumped into something hard, metal.  As if she’d been zapped, she jolted with a gasp, looking up.  She couldn’t see the screen from where she’d bumped into its back, but she recognized a Securitron anywhere.

Somehow, she found those more comforting to talk to than humans.  Her voice was trembling, quiet as she spoke.

“I-I’m sorry, excuse me, wh-where is the exit?  Please?”  Sara didn’t want to beg, but she felt panic rising in her.  All this was too much for her senses, and she didn’t even realize she was clinging to the robot’s elbow.

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wastelandwanderingweirdo​:

Vivi carefully nodded as Yesman scolded her, looking abit confused and afraid still with a very forced smile trying to mask it. “Right! Right. Not gonna do THAT again! Haha-yeah.” She was happy to be set back on solid ground again, rubbing her arm where he’d grabbed her earlier. Even with as gentle as the bot tried to be, metal claws still hurt. She swallowed, giving him an “okay” sign with her fingers. “Alright! sounds good! no problem!” She said quickly, sliding abit to the side to get around the massive securitron. “Won’t take a minute! Smiley!” She scurried to the bathroom to make herself presentable, deciding to double down on the “smiley” being some sort of nickname and NOT being just because she forgot his actual name. She closed the door behind her, and sighed alittle in relief. Jeez. Who knew that the one and only courier 6 had some sort of dad bot rolling around in their house. Maybe that’s why they left. Vivian brushed her hair out vaguely, still looking horrendously messy by New Vegas standards. For Vivi though, it was perfectly serviceable. She threw on one of her clean T-Shirts, not daring to go through any of the drawers or the closet whoever last lived here left behind. While she was hopping around trying to get her legs into her jeans, she didn’t realize just how slippery the floor was. It was immaculately clean, and as a result had none of the texture or grip she was used to on nuclear blasted and dusty tile. If yesman was still within earshot, he’d hear a loud crash, and a very long, loud wail. “oooOOOOOWWWW” Vivi’d landed flat on her back, banging her head on the door and managing to hit her arm on the counter on the way down. If it hadn’t bruised from Yesman yanking her out of bed, it was definitely bruised now. She forced herself up into a sitting position, holding her head and hissing in pain. Great. Exactly what she needed. First hungover, then being yoinked, now blunt force trauma. “God fucking daaamniiiit….” She groaned.

“My name Yesman not “Smiley” Vivian, and I like you to use it” It was good thing for once his voice could only emote the range of happy to overjoyed as none of his annoyance at the nickname he heard a billion times over bled through. The charm of it wore off the 63rd time Benny used to cut him off. And by the time general Oliver used it half-hazard in a vain attempt to come off as friendly he was more than ecstatic to throw the man as far as he disliked him. Which was quite far. 

With Vivi now finally getting ready he moved to check on her breakfast and have the Mr.handy remake her omelet so it was fresh and warm. He only made it to the top of the stairwell when he heard a loud crash followed by Vivian screaming. He was at the door way to the bathroom in an instant. If he was able to show panic or worry on his face he would but however he couldn’t so Vivian would look up to see a wide grin at her distress. 

“VIVIAN ARE YOU OK?! WHAT HAPPENED?! DOES ANY PART OF YOU FEEL BROKEN?! I’M CALLING THE FOLLOWERS OVER. LET ME FIND SOME STIMPAK AND MED-X.” He issued out a command for two units to go find the medical supplies he needed. He didn’t dare try to move her lease he break her more then she may be. 

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mamavalcalaw​:

“Hmm…” The big matriarch shifted, tilting her head and in a very uncanny valley expression that was and was not exactly like a human as she arched an eye ridge in a dubious, or just thoughtful expression. She looked pointedly at the other robots and huffed. 

Valory did not reach for the offered claw, but her hands tilted in a polite position for her kind, curling the killing out of sight as she lifted her head out of the near aggressive position. “The robots before… they attacked my, little one. The herd. You keep….you… will you keep the new ones from them?”  

Alright, so the attack was to protect kin, not turf.  Yes, he can work with this. Talking lizard or not, he was talking to a tribal and if he knew one thing, it that the tribe was held above all. Even the three families House tired to reform still held on to this. And if House could reform three tribes of blood thirsty dirty savages then he could turn this group of deathclaws into a useful faction for Vegas. 

“Oh course! I’m so terribly sorry for that Ma’am! My patrolling units will take care to avoid your pack.” He gestured his claw. 

“Though the wasteland outside my city is full of plenty of thugs and raiders that looooove to cross through here. That actually why I have patrols come by. I hate to have my new neighbors unprotected. especially ones with such a bright future ahead of them. Why don’t we work an arrangement between us? I’m sure we can benefit each other greatly.”

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girl help, i have become vilified by the community because of my overwhelmingly monstrous behavior

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mamavalcalaw​:

“Shame… On… You.” The Deathclaw made very sure to speak clearly, taking a step with each word, getting herself in a better position to either attack, but more likely she could break off into better cover.

“I, and my pack are not raiders.” Valory rumbled warningly. “You…shoo.”

“ah...... of course... my apologies mmmmma’am....?” He assumed based on the fermium tone this Deathclaw as a female. He didn’t exactly know much about Deathclaw other then their violent reputation and that heavy energy weapons' put them down faster then a submachine gun. He never once came across a report or databank that said they could talk or interact on a sentient level as a human could.  Just what was happening right now? What were the odds at in the middle of the wasteland he find a Deathclaw with the intelligence of a human? Was this some kind of mutation Deathclaws were having? Oh god was there more of them? Was there a pack of hyper intelligent Deathclaws just right outside his city? 

okokokokokok calm down. He could work with this. Sure he bluntly flaunted his weapons around and openly threated this Deathclaw but he can turn this around. 

“I think we got off on the wrong foot here! Let start over on a clean slate shall we?” He put his laser away and instead extends his claw in a peace offering. 

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wastelandwanderingweirdo​:

Vivi was fast asleep, and determined to stay that way. She had a death grip on the covers when he was trying to rip it off her, grumbling and whining in response. She was finally quite literally ripped from her cozy slumber when she felt a cold claw around her arm, then being solidly yanked out of bed. The wastelander screamed so loudly that if you didnt know better you’d think she could be heard by the hungover gamblers down on the strip. Thankfully, she was the only human in the building, so thankfully nobody heard her scream bloody murder. Vivi kicked and tried to worm out of the robots grasp, hollaring at the top of her lungs. “LET MY GO YOU ASSHOooolllee…” The fire in her voice very quickly died out as she realized just who had yoinked her out of bed, staring into the screen of the smiley securitron. Right. She was supposed to get up earlier. She smiled nervously. “Heyyyy….ssssmiley faceeee…” She didnt want to admit she’d forgotten his name in her panic. “Th…thanks fer waking me up! I uh…accidently…fell back asleep…” She was sort of telling the truth. She wouldnt have gone back to sleep if she knew he was gonna hassle her about it. And he very well could throw her out the window if he decided that her fake pedigree wasnt enough to want to keep her alive. She laughed nervously.

Yesman took a moment push his annoyance down. Yes, he was very upset and angry at Vivi, but she clearly didn’t mean to blow him off. She was hungover. He had plenty experience with that thanks to Benny to know humans weren’t at their best when under the effects of liquor and Vivi had drank a sizable amount of House’s personal stock last night. Six tended to save alcohol for medical use rather then personal so Yesman hadn’t dealt with a hangover in a while. He needed to be patient and calm least he get a bullet hole in his screen again. 

“It ok Vivi. I know you have a hangover right now. I just- feel.... annoyed when I have to repeat myself is all.” He gently places Vivi down and remove his claw from her. It was nice to voice his frustration for once. Granted he wish the reason be a less annoying one. “Please be dressed and ready in 20 minutes so you can have breakfast before the White gloves arrive.”   

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i shouldnt be allowed to make things

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bro the town of nipton is up for sale again

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mamavalcalaw​:

A low snarl escaped Valory, along with a vibration of sub harmonics in reflex to make people and animals nervous, if not scared. Her colors would only hide her so long and, well. That was insulting to be called a raider, or have it implied.

The matriarch deathclaw stepped forward, turning to face the robots as her spines flaired up along her back, “I am no raider. Shame to you, into you.”

She was and was not like the local deathclaws, thicker in build, a longer tail to help with counter balancing to stand upright, and her face was slightly more muzzle like but enough to help her speak.

Her hands were off too, still had killing claws but something was off even as she shifting to a defense stance rather than charging into the pewpews.

Oh.

Yesman stopped dead in his tracks and his other securitrons followed suit.

Oh that is a big Deathclaw.  And... did it just speak?!  Was he malfunctioning? Did his AI finally break? 

“S-sorry. I didn’t quite catch that....” He lowered his laser, completely dumbfounded at this massive talking lizard. Surly this isn’t happening.... 

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wastelandwanderingweirdo​:​

Vivi had spent the past couple of days making herself comfortable and getting used to the amenities that were now at her disposal. A proper kitchen, clean hot water for a bath, a comfy bed, ect. The first day, when she’d fallen fast asleep in the nice, clean bed and proceeded to get dusty and sand in the sheets immediately, she ended up accidently sleeping all the way through the night. When the wastelander woke up she forgot where she was for a moment. It still felt like a dream.  The second day had been mostly a game of exploring her new surroundings and poking and prodding at things while Yesman left her to her own devices. First thing she did when she woke up that day was shower, enjoying the warm water and actual soap for once. Her hair was still abit of a mess even afterwards, but she no longer had that trademark layer of grime and dust that alot of mojave dwellers tended to have. She burnt a brahmin steak in the kitchen, too proud to try and find yesman to ask for some sort of help with the kitchen appliances she had only a passing knowledge of how to work. The clean tile floors in the main area of the pent house wound up treated like a roller rink for a good hour as she realized she could slip and slide around on them in her socks. She nearly crashed into the window afew times, the handprints on the once pristine glass being evidence enough. Towards the end of the day she’d taken to sampling some of the very pretty bottles of expensive booze in her new personal bar. She intended originally only to take a sip or two from acouple of different bottles, but that didn’t last too long. And now that landed her right here. On day three. With a vague headache and being woken up at six in the goddamn morning. The only time she woke up this early was on accident because she crashed early in the day yesterday. She grimaced as she heard the loud knocking, clutching her head as the sound made her head throb. She turned in her bed to look at the door at the smiling robot, dried drool on her face and hair an absolute rat’s nest. “hbhuh…h…yesman??” Vivian managed to babble, still far too groggy to be getting this much information spit at her in one go. Then yesman opened the blinds. The wastelander hissed like an angry nightstalker, shielding her still sleepy eyes as the morning sun illuminated her bedroom. She pulled the covers up over her face to lessen the blow of the sudden light on her eyes. Her head poked out from the comforter just enough to glare at the robot who seemed completely uncaring as to her plight. She picked up on afew words as he’d gone on. “Hour” “Wardrobe” “ruling” “glove” but none of it meant anything to her exhausted, lightly alcohol fried brain. “yeah, yeah, sure, on it,” She gave a half hearted thumbs up as he wheeled away, proceeding to NOT get up and roll herself into a rather cozy blanket cocoon, mumbling something about fifteen more minutes.

Now Yesman being the polite gentleman he was, didn’t use the cameras in the bedroom or bathroom out of respect for Vivi privacy. So he didn’t see her blatantly ignore him and roll over to continue sleeping. He busied himself with making sure the lobby and rooms he would give to the White gloves he hired were as clean and spotless as possible. 

After all the Lucky 38 was meant to be the highlight of Vegas, and he wouldn’t have it reputation ruined by some dust and lack of use showing. He also made sure the Securitrons that would escort his new employees took the correct path that lead into the back staff entrance so no one on the strip took notice. Vivi was no where near ready for the public eye so he have to keep any activity hidden till then. Once the lobby was cleaned, he checked over the penthouse again to ensure he gotten all the little messes Vivi cause. The only thing he had been able to touch yet was her bedroom as he wanted to let have a space to own for the first few days. But he be lying if the dirt and grime that now stain the once pristine silk sheet didn’t make him want to scream. He was most like have some protectrons clean her room while he had her busy with the white gloves. 

He waited 20 minutes, which in his opinion was more then enough time to get ready, and then returned to check on Vivi. 

“Are you ready yet? I had a Mr.Handy make you a Deathclaw omelet and desert salad-”

“....”  Disappointment was certainly a word one could use to describe how he felt being completely blown off and ignored. Another would be anger. He coughed loudly, and when his only response was some shifting under the covers and muttering, he let himself in. 

“Vivian, we have Guests coming over you need to get up and get dressed” He gave her ten seconds to move and when she didn’t he grabbed the blankets on the bed firmly in his claws and pulled them off. He was careful to not tear the fabric since replacing a comforter of this condition would be impossible. When his mistress decided to grab the blanket back he threw out all grace and grabbed Vivi herself. His claw grabbed her by the arm and hauled her out of bed still holding her so she didn’t fall. 

“Young lady, it time to get up!” 

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mamavalcalaw​:

it was not over far off that a few heads lifted, though the largest of the forms was the one that shifted to listen to the echoing of the yells, but it was the smaller deathclaw that stood up to try and listen or spot what was making a racket.  His spines bristled, finally being accepted enough, and allowed this close to the big females inner pack. He would not let a threat come-

Valory gave a warning sound, recognizing the words for what they were, a taunt. It was far enough from their camp that she would not wake Lana up yet. Her human needed proper rest after the fight. The male seemed restless, though after another warning he settled back to the ground in his hallow, he was smart enough to recognized between humans, not just scent and took the opportunity to hunt the raiders to help prove his case to Valory. but would stay and protect the one pack human and their big [scary] animals. Moose. The bull moose already proved to be able to through a deathclaw, him, before.

giving trust in the male to stay and guard the camp, Valory stood up, her colors mostly a marble mix to match the dessert now. Walking quiet and almost on four legs instead of two. Swinging wide to find out what all the yelling was about. She found a spot, out of the way and was very, very temped to call back, even if it was a few minutes later… well, why not? 

It was robots, it might work.

Making sure to speak as clearly as she possible could, and still with plants covering her bulk for the most part Valor called back. Trying to pitch her voice but was not as good as some with that. “There are no Deathclaws! Here! Please go away!”

Yesman paused and turned to the direction of the voice. The speech pattern seem stunted and awkward. Maybe a tribal? How the hell did a group of tribals take down a patrol unit. Either way someone caused him to lose valuable drones and they were going to pay him back in being his target practice.  

“Oh but there seems to be a group of raiders instead. Even better!” As he turned and made a beeline for the voice his group of Securitrons flanked him. He fired off a few warning shots to get whoever called to flee out into the open. 

“Do me favor and stay far back enough that when I shoot you full of holes none of your bodily fluids get on me.”

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@wastelandwanderingweirdo​

Yesman gently knocked on the door way that lead into the bedroom of the penthouse. He had let Vivi get settled in for a few days and now felt it was time to start prepping her for her new role. So bright and early at 6 am he went to go get his heiress ready for the day.  

“Morning Vivi! So sorry to bother you but I thought today we could start working on your image now that your ruling over Vegas. It won’t be much. I schedule a appointment for some White gloves come over and help clean you up a bit and get you a more.... professional wardrobe.” As he explained their plans for the day he remotely open the stutters on the widows around the penthouse to let the morning light in. “They should be over in a hour. If you could be showered and dressed by then that be great!” He bit back the need to add something like “or not! it up to you!”. He didn’t have to be lacks in his direction anymore so he wouldn’t. Vivi needed to look to the part and act it. 

“If you need any help let me know”

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securitrons of fnv my beloveds

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Robby the Robot playing roulette at the Sands Hotel https://flic.kr/p/2iYnEQz

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