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@Blitz Boom Lance nodded and made his way out of the office. Couriers? What couriers? Well, whatever. I'll probably learn about it soon enough. He waited by what he assumed was the front desk as he fiddled with his name tag.

@Arid_Blitz @Randimaxis @FancyHorse @Hazard Time Lance frowned and glared at Odair. "Pal, in your state you couldn't kick a broad side of a barn, much less my head." He was beginning to have regrets of not just straight up killing the ***hole instead of helping him. Honestly, just putting up with him was enough to pay him back for taking the brunt of a gunshot. Anyways... "Well, now that you're good, you should be able to patch yourself up, right?" Lance threw a bandage at Odair while smiling an evil smile. It was pretty obvious Lance didn't plan on helping to apply it. He put the variety of trinkets and medical items in a pile at his own hooves, and then noted to the rest of the group; "I'm going to go wait outside for you guys. I think I need a breath of fresh air." Fresh was an overstatement, but he briskly turned and made his way for the door. His headache was starting to kick in again, and he didn't want to look needy again in front the his comrades. I like this feeling of bad***edness. I don't want to lose it because of a headache.

@Blitz Boom Lance grinned from ear to ear. "Awesome! Alonsus said he was going to show me around, I'd guess that he'd find something for me to help with. It doesn't seem like that would be an impossible task, seeing as half the town is destroyed."

@Blitz Boom Lance nodded and began to write. He tried to think of anything useful about himself, and wrote it down. Most of it was basic stuff telling about how he had never commit a crime (he never mentioned how he was a victim of a crime) and how he had taken on one-time jobs before this one, mostly being a courier for construction supplies. It took a couple minutes to fill out, plus a couple more for reading the rules page. Multiple times. I can't afford to mess something up. Again, most of it pretty standard things that really didn't have to be there if everypony knew what 'common sense' was. When he finished, he put the pen down and looked up.

@Randimaxis Lance couldn't help smiling. This guy gave off the younger sibling vibe. I mean, sure, he's a zombie or whatever, but he's pretty fun to watch. I don't think he could hurt a fly. Lance helped pick up some of the first aid kits and other things, bandages and whatnot, and stood, waiting for what the creature had to say next. Hey, I forgot to say my name. "My name is Lance. What's yours?" If zombies even have names.

@Randimaxis Lance froze. That didn't sound like any of his companions. He looked towards the voice, and saw-- wait, so zombies are a thing now? Seriously? Luckily, Lance knew a lot about zombies. Unfortunately, his legs decided to shut down before he could book it. So, instead, he smiled weakly. "Uh, b-bandage? That'd be g-great, actually. S-see those ponies over there? Just g-go over and, uh, give them a bandage. Or, uh, a l-l-lot. I don't know how big the b-bullet wound is." His legs then decided to work again, so he sprinted back to the group. @Hazard Time Lance was too shaken to answer Ametrine's snide remark on his shooting. In reality, while hunting, he had been able to hit a moving target. Sometimes. Either way, he could hit a pony-sized target from 50 feet away. Honest. Lance just decided to keep his distance from the creature, even if it was friendly, just to be sure it didn't decide to bite him.

@Blitz Boom Lance nodded. "Yessir, I do believe that's me." Lance shook Straw's hoof as he examined his humongous straw hat. Looked over at the note, and had a puzzled look on his face. "Why should they stop signing their notes?"

@FancyHorse @Hazard Time (The thread lives!) Lance frowned at the unconscious blonde. He was too weak to lift him up to look for an open wound, so he turned to Fallskir. "I can try to salvage this Stable suit and make a makeshift bandage. You and Ametrine--" Lance looked over to Ametrine and motioned for her to come over to him. "--need to look for the source of bleeding on this guy and make sure he doesn't die. Or let him die, I don't really care." Lance turned to walk away, but stopped. He reached into his coat and pulled out his syringe, or 'stimpak', that he had grabbed earlier. "I don't know what this is, but it looks medication-y. See what you can do." He tossed it to Fallskir and walked away towards the clothes store. Maybe I can find a cutting tool there. @Randimaxis As Lance made his way to the store, he whistled audibly, enough for the nearby ghoul to hear him.

@Blitz Boom Lance nodded gingerly. "Lead the way, again." He hoped that this wouldn't take long. He got the same uneasy feeling around Alonsus, and he didn't feel comfortable being alone around him.

Yep, I've often asked that question to myself. However, I've yet to think up a plausible answer besides 'We'll just have to wait until zombies are a thing.'

@Blitz Boom Lance nodded. "Looks great! Lead the way." I hope the boss is just as... uh, nice, as Alonsus. Alonsus gave Lance a feeling that he wasn't egtting the whole picture. He brushed off his gut senses and waited for Alonsus to respond.

@Blitz Boom "Hey, what's shaking?" Lance greeted Alonsus with a smile, and then asked, "So what do you need me to do today, boss?" He wasn't sure if his coworker was actually his boss, but he had seemed like the boss-type, so Lance just assumed he was.

@Blitz Boom Lance stopped. He'd had one of those wait, what's happening again? moments. It only lasted a second. He quickly remembered, and hurried off in the direction of Bot Doggers to see if he could find Alonsus and ask him what Lance needed to do.

@dragon4111 Ouch @Hazard Time , @Randimaxis , @FancyHorse , @Arid_Blitz My fallout buddies get slapped on the snout booped by yours truly

@Randimaxis @Arid_Blitz @Hazard Time @FancyHorse Lance got out of the dressing room, clad with his black hoodie and carrying his Stable 184 suit. He was glad that the warbling had stopped, and he (somewhat) walked back to the group. He was about to ask if he looked good or what, but noticed Odair on the floor and said something else; "Did he find more alcohol without me? Oh, man, I'm going to kill him when he wakes up." He looked over again, and upon further examination he noticed fresh blood oozing from the stallion. He suddenly remembered the guy taking a bullet (Literally) for him. "Oh." Well, unlike hacking, I actually know how to bandage things from seeing it in those plays. You have to, like, wrap it around a bunch and then tighten it. That shouldn't be too hard. Anyways, I have my vault jumpsuit to use as a bandage if he took one to the chest. I probably shouldn't be doing this while under the effects of a hangover, but YOLO, right?He then semi-walked over to Odair, crouched down, and asked, "Alright, punk. Show me the bullet wound. The doctor is in."

@Randimaxis @Arid_Blitz Lance was groggily searching the clothes store, ignoring Odair, when he heard what sounded to him like flesh-on-bone. He looked over to the mutilated raider corpses, expecting to see somepony messing with or looting the corpses, and was just moving around intestine. Nope, not a soul. So what's that noise? He glanced around the store, and then peeped his head out of the front and looked around there as well. Still, nothing. Finally, he shrugged. Probably nothing. Anyways, I'm so close to finding comfortable clothes! Lance made his way back to a small pile of assorted hoodies and jackets. He picked up a black cotton hoodie. It's tag read 20% Polyester. Wow! I couldn't have ever hoped to afford this back when money was a thing. Well, I mean, I guess caps are money now. I think. He slung it over his shoulder and went into the store's dressing rooms.

@Hazard Time Lance glared at Ametrine, but it deteriorated to more of a pained, sad look. He almost felt too much like crap to fire off a sarcastic or straight up stupid remark. Almost. "I believe I've already learned it the hard way, miss." He nodded towards the putrid-smelling security office. Lance then heaved himself off the wall and brushed past Ametrine in the direction of the clothes store. ---------------------- @Randimaxis @FancyHorse @Hazard Time @Arid_Blitz A New Hero/Heroine(?) Rises Something feels... different. Like a new presence. An important presence, at that. You and I will find out what soon enough, right?

@FancyHorse Lance smiled halfheartedly as he struggled to follow Fallskir. Ooh! Water! I guess I was wrong about a lack of water. He greedily took the canteen, and ignored whatever Fallskir told him to do as he took a swig. He instantly regretted his decision as his body tried to process the immense amount of radiation entering his bloodstream. He handed back the canteen and stumbled back to the nearest wall to lean on to avoid collapsing again. So that's why water is so scarce, huh. "You know, uh, alchohol sounds very nice right now." Lance, who was already looking rather ill, now looked even worse.

@FancyHorse "I would if I could, honestly. Already puked it all in that nice puddle over there." Lance motioned towards the toxic puddle from the floor. "Yes. A nice sleep, I guess." A bottle of water would be appreciated right now. He'd learned that drinking water lessened the effects of his hangovers. However, he was unsure that there was any drinking water around, so he'd probably have to tough it out. He vaguely remembered seeing a clothing store nearby. Maybe he could find a hoodie there? It had been so long since he'd been in his cozy black hoodie. Only one way to find out. Step one: Stand up. Lance slowly got up once again, this time using the wall for support. Success! Step two: Move away from the wall. This was going to take a while.

@FancyHorse It took a couple seconds before Lance woke up. He absently rolled over, opposite of Fallskir. This was a mistake, and he paid for it. It woke him up plenty, however. "What the f- oh, for f***'s sake, will I ever get a break?" He wiped the toxic-smelling upchuck off of his snout, and attempted to stand up. He wobbled in place for a second before falling to his knees. "Jeebus." Back before the megaspells, Lance had been (though you would have never gotten him to admit it) a big drinker. Now, usually he saved the alchohol for when he got home-- so he wouldn't humiliate himself in public-- but the alcohol had long run out at the stable. This was the first he'd has in years. Was it worth it? No. Still, the fact remains he had developed a kind of immunity of alcohol. Not that he didn't get drunk, he simply was able to get a grip on things faster after he had slept for even a few minutes. The hangovers, on the other hand, were just as bad as always. Lance's head was pounding, and he felt like we would vomit if he hadn't barfed it all already.

( I don't know if any of you are going to hear Lance's sleep mumbles ) Mike, a young stallion, hopped out of the caravan. His mane's fiery colors jumped out, making him an easy one to spot. Behind him, Lance, looking much less noticeable with his dark mane, dark hoodie (he felt his eyes always were meant for somepony else; they shone a heroic blue, which Lance felt he didn't deserve) with the hood over his head. He looked like a polar opposite of Mike, with his bright red parka, bright red and orange mane and burning red eyes. Lance would have wondered at it further if the two hadn't had a job to do. They walked into the bank. "Everypony down on the f***ing ground, this is a robbery! Do exactly as I say and you won't lose anything. We came for the bank's money, not yours. However, if you're looking for a fresh hole through your skull go ahead and try to call the authorities." Mike aimed two civilian pistols at various targets as he shouted this. Lance had his hunting rifle against the back of a security guards head. He took the guard's walkie-talkie and said, "Two armed vandals at the clothing shop (The store a couple doors down). Situation under control." This way, if the cops did come running, they would check the clothing store first. He pocketed the walkie and eyed his hostage. If this stallion knew how weak I was I would be dead in seconds. Still, Mike's yelling kept everypony down. The two had agreed; No killing unless the others fired first. Lance had just wanted to get some bits and beat it to a faraway stable where nopony knew who he was or what he was doing right now. Mike moved toward the tellers. "5000 bits and nopony gets hurt, got it?" Mike sneered at the terrified banker. Lance kept his eyes locked on the teller, in case there was a weapon under the desk that they were getting instead of the money. This was a mistake. His captive noticed the lack of attention towards him and took his StunGun and prepared to fire at Lance. Lance noticed the movement, but it was too late. 80,000 volts of electricity flowed through his nerves, and he dropped to the ground. He dropped the gun and blacked out. ---- Meanwhile, back in the real world... "Mike... help... bits... rifle..." Lance muttered fragmented sentences as he lay on the floor (dangerously close to the vomit) of the security office. He was obviously having a nightmare, but he was so wasted he couldn't wake himself up. He'd be asleep for hours, if not more. Jeebus, what was in that drink?

@Hazard Time @Arid_Blitz @FancyHorse A hammered Lance had almost gotten to the security office without face-planting. Only a few more feet to go. He stumbled and slipped on blood and corpses of the raiders and past Fallskir, and finally got to the door. He mumbled something along the lines of 'I'll be in here if anypony wants to know' opened the door, and then pitched forward with an audible THUNK. Any pain that he might have suffered was shut out by the sheer amount of alcohol in his bloodstream. As he faded from consiousness, one thought went through his mind; Duuuude, what was in that potion?.. After a few moments he began to snore quietly.

@FancyHorse Lance hadn't gotten far, and heard Fallskir. If he had been sober, he would have gone back and eventually pieced it together that Fallskir had just done drugs. He had been told time and time again that 'drugs, tobacco and alcohol are bad' he hadn't listened, but still. But Lance wasn't sober, so he thought nothing of it (if he had even heard it.) @Hazard Time @Arid_Blitz Instead, he was rummaging through a corner store in search of booze. Luckily for his health, the best he found was cracked bottle with a few drops left, which he greedily drank. He also found some weird needles filled with reddish stuff, marked 'STIMPAK', and he pocketed them because he felt they looked important in some way. Lance made his way back to the security office so he could crash. The office chair looked like it could make a decent bed.

@FancyHorse Lance scowled at Fallskir has he walked away. He picked up the cracked bottle and popped the cork off, and the proceeded to drink the rest of the bottle. This wasn't a good idea do to the amount of alcohol present. He giggled drunkenly as he staggered off to look for either something to collapse onto or more beer. Heavily Intoxicated: -4 Agility, -3 Intelligence, +2 Charisma (Don't ask me how, the games give you charisma for being drunk)

@Hazard Time @Arid_Blitz @FancyHorse "Hey, guys! I found beer!" Lance rushed out of the potion shop, holding the now empty bottle and the other untouched potion. "Strong stuff, if you ask me." Whenever Lance was more or less drunk (like he was now), he talked about everything and everypony he saw. It was a pretty drastic change from his sober self, which stayed somewhat quiet and didn't really get emotional about anything besides pain and suffering. He made is way over to Fallskir, and waved the drink in his face. "I told you there was alcohol here!" It was very obvious that the potion had dangerous amounts of alcohol, as a small bottle had intoxicated Lance.