solitude.

     “Alright, I’ll bite. What information can you offer me?”

Without a doubt, Penelope fully supports the Minutemen. She likes everything they stand for, thinks that they bring some morals to the very chaotic Commonwealth, and appreciates their team mentality. When given the position of General she gets a little off-put (like...she barely knows these people? Why would they let her lead them??) but eventually does take the job very seriously. Next to finding Shaun, she spends a lot of her time doing Minutemen missions.

Penelope does not support the Brotherhood and really dislikes them. In a world full of Raiders, gunners, slavers, thieves and otherwise, they’re really worried about ghouls and synths? She finds them to be morally corrupt and is enemies with them.

Penelope’s weapons of choice are scoped rifles and swords.

She is most often seen with a Glow Sighted Scoped Pipe Bolt Action Rifle (using .50 rounds) and a Revolutionary Sword (with Stun Pack). Penelope prefers long distance fighting, but (depending on the area) will default to the Revolutionary Sword.

Despite her rather blank and emotionless exterior, Penelope is very afraid of death and dying.

Her worry was minor until Nate was shot dead right in front of her, quickly escalating her inner fear (and blood pressure). Though she doesn’t act or comment on it often, seeing dead bodies (especially those that she killed) does bother her and more times than not makes her physically sick.

For most of her life, Penelope had an interest in law. Her father being a defense attorney and her mother being a superior court judge, it was naturally that she would follow in their footsteps. From the day she entered the fifth grade, her parents had already worked to fuel, fund and instruct her in the realms of the legal system. By the time she entered high school, she already had a path laid out for her and a college picked out.

Penelope did receive her degree on time and worked as a state appointed prosecutor for six years (thanks to her parent’s networking). When Nate returned home from the war, Penelope quit her job and took on the role of a receptionist - trying to ensure that she had more time at home with him as he settled back into civilian life.

The Glowing Sea was by far Penelope’s least favorite place in the current Commonwealth. The haze of radiation made it hard for her to make sense of her location, and the harsh burn that accompanied every intake of air made each step all the more difficult. But she would do it for her baby, for Shaun, for the sole reason for her continuing to go on - because that was what a mother did for their child.

With the setting sun on her heels, it was clear she would have to find somewhere to stay for the night. Fighting radiated beasts in daylight was hard enough - and she definitely didn’t need to double up on her handicaps. Her feet pulled her towards the ancient plane crash, feeling heavier with each progressive thought of rest. Heels nearly dragging against the dusty ground, she moved in closer to the door, pausing only at the small glitter of light coming from within.

(For how vast the Commonwealth was, and how much lower the current population was, it seemed like everywhere was inhabited by someone.)

Picking up a pebble she tossed the stone against the door with force, staying still to wait and listen. The last thing she needed was to enter the plane only to be tricked, trapped or ambushed. For good measure, she pulls out her pistol, prepping it at her side just in case.

     “Hey. Are you the...person I’m supposed to meet?”

Penelope was still getting used to the terms - tourist, dead drop and something about a geiger counter - they weren’t hard but with everything else she was learning, they just weren’t sticking. At least she could say she was doing her best, whatever that was worth out here. Effort didn’t matter much so much as precision and survival, she had noticed.

Finally, Penelope had been overwhelmed.

Despite all her struggles and all her pursuits, she had finally lost. Dead radscorpions beside her, she could feel her waking self fading, darkness pulling over and numbness clinging to cooling skin. She had been so close - Shaun was just within reach and now it was all for nothing. Nate had died and yet she had wasted her chance, left to bleed for a stupid reckless decision. But the tormenting thoughts wouldn’t last - her thoughts fading along with her consciousness, allowing the supposed touch of death overcome her.

In what felt like seconds her eyes were once again opened, a slow flutter allowing her vision to adjust. This wasn’t where she had fainted - the open landscape now replaced by a darkened cave atmosphere, radiated air replaced with a dank, dirty scent. Groaning, she moved to prop herself up, squinting in a vain attempt to adapt her vision. Someone must have found her, though who was where the question got dangerous.

     “Stay down,” she pulls herself to the ground, putting her hand out to him to further her point. Battle was nothing Penelope had ever wanted to be apart of, but now that she was and would be, she was going to do her best to do it as safely as possible - and that extended out to Caleb.

With the boom of gunfire and the collective group shouting, it was clear that they were outnumbered. She hadn’t expected them to be spotted so soon - if they made it out of this, she would ensure the same mistake wasn’t made again. As spontaneous as the future had revealed itself to be, planning had managed to keep her head on her shoulders this far.