God Bless the Enclave

Board games. 

In Raven Rock, Dr. Singh was part of a board game group. They’d get together every Saturday afternoon and play a board game. Usually cycle through different games so there’d be variety each week. (One time early on when Singh was Nathan’s supervisor, he invited Nathan to the weekly board game in an attempt to be friendly and mentor-y. The game was the Fallout world equivalent of “Risk” and Nathan was never invited back.)

in case people need a refresher, ferran was a proto-Enclave pre-War spy who ends up a ghoul and then a non-feral Glowing One because even as a ghoul he has to be Extra. and @gwinnetts and i share a headcanon that ghouls feel somewhat drawn to Glowing Ones, like it’s a big ghoul-specific charisma boost. (and there is canon for ghouls, including non-ferals, being drawn to radiation, thinking that radiation feels nice, warm, etc.) and ferran was extremely charismatic before he was a ghoul. 

also, ferran’s alignment is chaotic selfish.

so with that setup, now to talk about the ghoons:

in the commonwealth, ferran becomes something like the chief administrator/chief financial officer of the Gunners. he’s not their leader, but he manages the business side of the mercenary group. this makes him fairly wealthy by wasteland standards and he has 4 ghoul bodyguards/goons. ...we started calling them ferran’s ghoons. 

Yes.

(I was really tempted to leave it at that, just to be obnoxious, but that would be bad.)

So, details. For Enclave multimuse, I occasionally think of adding Colonel Autumn because he’s important to the Enclave and also it’d be interesting to explore his thought process for how he ends up diverging from President Eden to the point of actively undermining Eden’s goals. Autumn is almost like a foil to Elder Lyons in that regard, because Autumn’s ideas are a massive challenge to what Enclave ideology has been up to this point. It’d be interesting to explore how he got there.

Dr. Alexander Singh’s Old World ancestors were Sikh. 

There’s a Real Life large, billion-dollar federal contractor that does security for federal government buildings and facilities that was founded and is run by Sikhs and employs many Sikhs. Dr. Singh is descended from some individuals who worked for a fictionalized Fallout-world company roughly analogous to that. Even 5 to 6-ish generations later, his family tends somewhat towards jobs in security, MPs, that sort of line of work.

Jared Jones

the bread

whether it’s your ability to rise against the odds, provide comfort, or be a staple in lives, your undercurrent is bread. you’re made from love and you carry it your whole life, to give on to others in any way you can. you’re delicate and it doesn’t take a lot to break you, but still you rise up and that is more important than what took you down. be careful with your heart, it’s so full of love that it needs to be treated delicately. you’re a staple in lives, a necessity, but not always as appreciated as you should be. so here is a thanks to you. m.f.k fisher said “ the smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight” and that my friend, that is you.

Dr. Carrington

the home

whether it’s your warm embrace, your unwavering reliability, your smile that says “welcome back”, your motif is the home. your the equivalent to coming out of the rain to the fire on and your slippers waiting by the door. your uncanny way of making people feel alright, you’re treasured in these trying times. i respectfully request you take care of yourself, the world will never been as kind to you as you are to it. anne lammott said “lighthouses don't go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining” and though unconventional, lighthouses are inhabited and your cup runs over with generosity. because you probably don’t hear it enough, thank you.

Ferran Vane

the lightning rod

whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. you are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unravelled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. they don’t know enough about you. the difference is in who wants to learn more. keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. matshona dhliwayo said “lightning strikes but does not roar”; your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

Muse Introduction | Open

“Hey, tiny girl!”

Diane runs up to Elle and hugs her. She can’t remember Elle’s name off the top of her head, but she remembers Elle the person if not the E-L-L-E, but names are just labels and people are so much more than that.

“You’ll never guess who’s here.” 

Dramatic pause.

Muse Introductions | Open

“A new subject was brought in a few days ago.” Dr. Singh glanced at the chart as he walked with Nathan down the hallway towards the subject’s cage. “The subject is a male in his 20s, excellent physical health but non-compliant.” 

They reached the cage. Nathan tilted his head curiously. The subject was the first wastelander he’d ever seen. He looked surprisingly human. Even knowing logically that most mutations were subtle, he’d still half-expected scales or extra fingers or green-tinted skin.

“This is the preliminary assessment procedure,” Singh passed a small binder to Nathan, “I’d like you to carry out the tests. It will be good work experience for you.”

Nathan took the binder and flipped through the first few pages. “How do I manage a blood draw if he’s non-compliant.”

Introduction Meme | open

The hydraulic hiss and stomp of power armor and a stream of swearing muffled by a helmet microphone indicated that Lieutenant Regan Williams was back from patrol. The reason for the swearing became obvious once she came into view and Captain Lone could see the battered and freshly scorched state of her power armor. When she yanked off her helmet she looked even more murderous face-to-face than when she was masked by the cold and hostile metal stare.

“Where the fuck is Kennedy? Fapping to Yankee Doodle? I tried to radio and got fucking dead air!” 

“What happened?”

“Fucking Brotherhood ambush!” She jerked her chin towards Richter and snarled. “Who the fuck is that?”

“Lieutenant Williams, this Lieutenant Brian Richter. You’ve been ordered to report to Adams, so he’ll be taking--”

“Fuck!”