#courierdusters

  A morning sortie, same as always. The whole gang leaving sleep behind, gathering in the entryway before descending down to the casino floor for food, libations, all of that and more. Rather than head down with everyone, Veronica... hovered by the elevator door until @courierdusters​ stepped out of her room. Three left in the suite (ED-E wasn’t gonna just leave Elle behind, of course.) allowed Veronica the courage to make her feelings known.

    “Can I... Can I talk to you? It’s not gonna be a bad talk, I don’t think. Just an overdue one.”

zetta vc: uh, yeah. you judge everything about everyone, that's to be assumed

The funniest part about this whole thing is you say that with zero self-reflection whatsoever.

If I had more time, I REALLY wanted to try to learn to make custom companions just for that reason! It’s actually why I extracted the some of the unused audio with BAE, but my crap job has been consistently giving me more hours than I want for the last 3 years, so... ugh. Maybe someday.

< Warning Beeps >

COLORFUL HEADCANONS

(( No longer accepting ))

MALACHITE: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

(( Two things immediately come to mind for her. The first: Not taking the job with General Atomics. The second: How she handled her grandparents turning feral. ))

RASPBERRY: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

(( Birch beer for sure! There’s no alcohol in it like the name would imply; it’s merely a type of soda many people favored in Pennsylvania back before the war. Most of Holiday’s post-war fortune in caps was started thanks to a rather large bottle cap collection she had accumulated over the years, actually! ))

COOL GREY: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

“ Honestly? That things WON’T be like they were before. Too many folks say they want eeeeverything to go back to how it used to be but it ain’t often they realize just what that means, yknow? 

He doesn’t answer immediately, taking a moment to push the welding goggles up to his forehead, smearing the soot on his face, before waving at the cloud of smoke.  It is, in all honesty, no one’s fault, beyond a slight miscalculation of degraded materials, and one he’ll have to correct for the next trial run, but it’s a good start!  It’s a really good start.  It means that cache of gunpowder they’ve stumbled on is still good, which means less having to make it from scratch, because that’s a pain in his ass to have to do.

Doable, but still a pain.

“Nah.”  He strips off his gloves and puts them aside, grabbing a fire poker he’d liberated from another ruined building ages ago, and giving the charred spot a poke.  “This one’s on Stephen.”  When in doubt, blame the one not currently around because they can’t defend themselves.  “He said it’d never light, remember?  It did.  Just...Better than expected.  Upshot is, we can start using that reloader.  Downside...Well, we can start using that reloader.”