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Arcade. ([personal profile] sicvitaest) wrote in [community profile] entranceway2016-12-20 02:19 pm

001 Video

I don’t remember asking for a vacation. Call me cynical, but really just call me Arcade, there has to be a catch. Cui bono?

Wouldn’t it be nice if this was all just a happy circumstance that we’ve turned up in a place that didn’t want something from us? Rad-free food, no deathclaws chasing you down, no drugged up fiends. This is Heaven. Or close to it.

[The video finally focuses, and the man behind the rambling comes into view. He looks like he hasn't slept in a few days. Partially because he found a library with every book his heart desired.

The device he’d received looked much like a pip-boy, though he wasn’t familiar with one personally. The courier had one and would let Arcade watch old holotapes on it from time to time. This recording function was entirely new to him. The fact that you could project yourself onto other devices live was completely fascinating to the doctor.]


I’d like to know more about the inhabitants. [He adjusts his glasses] What information have you been fed and what part of it is actually truth?
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[personal profile] thecourier 2017-01-12 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was never going to be good. Predator meat as a rule never tasted great and you only had to take one look at a deathclaw to know what you were getting into.

But he would point out until he was blue in the face that it was edible, in at least that it was not toxic.
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Y' enjoyed it. [He taunts, poking his elbow gently into Arcade's side. It had been so long now since he'd had to live on scraps and slim pickings that he had forgotten how tired it could make you look. Or.. maybe that was the overall lack of sleep.

Dan takes Arcade down to the kitchens - another marvel by Wasteland standards - and gestures to the room.
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Have a look.
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[personal profile] thecourier 2017-01-14 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
It is def'nitely reminiscent of peppers. If peppers made yer mouth numb.

[Dan grins. He can argue about the merit of his cooking for days, but it's still pretty awful.

While Arcade pokes around, the courier waits. He has a bag of potato chips in his hands before his friend can realise where he got them from and eats them as quietly as one can eat potato chips.
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There's a door, right there. [He gestures to it.] Think of anythin' you want, anythin' at all, an' open it.
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[personal profile] thecourier 2017-01-14 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Tried it m'self first, didn't I? We waited a whole day t' see if I'd turn inside out or vomit m' lungs up.

[Such sacrifices he makes for you, Arcade, you don't even understand. He chuckles and makes a small 'go on, go on' gesture towards the apple.]

Sure, science, are y' gonna eat that or not? Y'no, they have real meat here. Beef.
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[personal profile] thecourier 2017-01-14 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Not yet.

[He walks over, putting his arm around the taller man's shoulders and looking at the apple. Yes, he might have a packet of chips in his hand but he didn't object to fruit and veg either. There were a few things he could already think of, that he would have to introduce Arcade to.

Chocolate.
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Yeah.. it'll play hell with y' at first, not gonna lie. But here-- here.

[Chips finished, he crumples the packet and grabs a glass, filling it with water from one of the taps. He holds it out to Arcade as condensation begins to bead on the outside.]

Try this. Taste it.
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[personal profile] thecourier 2017-01-22 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[It isn't something that had escaped Dan's mind. Arcade is more attuned to the suffering of those in Freeside - a soft heart, even if he'd find it hard to admit it - but he thinks about it less these days. After a year and a half, you have to let yourself stop being haunted by certain things... Especially things you can't do anything about.]

Clean beds, hot water on tap, an'-- fuckin'-- there's grass outside. Honest t' god grass, an' trees with leaves on, an' flowers, an'-- bees. Bees, an' they ain't the size a' yer face, they're like-- [He brings his thumb and forefinger together in the approximate size of a bumblebee.]

Normal bee size.

[He kind of likes bees.]