#mechanicalmenace

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Name: Erin Walker Bailey Gender: Female General Appearance: Short, brown hair; brown eyes; grunge/punk-wastelander apparel. Personality: Sarcastic and anti-authoritarian to her very core; optimistic with a healthy dash of impulsiveness. Erin gets herself into (and fortunately out of) trouble with ease, constantly questioning the status quo in order to sate her curiosity. Special Talents: Charisma - persuasion and a quick wit is mostly what Erin depends on. She is capable of holding her own in a fight, but prefers pacifism. Who they like better: Robin. Who they take after more: Dana. Personal Headcanon: It was to no one's surprise that Erin took up a job with Piper at Publick Occurrences. It may have worried her mothers to near-death, but Erin was good at her job and even better at keeping herself from the brink of death. Once Piper retired, the newspaper was put into Erin's hands, so long as she promised to keep asking The Big Questions. Faceclaim:  Brigette Lundy-Paine

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“Ugh, remind me not to drink with you guys anymore,” she said, practically cradling her hot mug of coffee in her hands, face held over the steam to warm her up. The night before had nearly been a blur, but there were a few stand out moments that had her stomach in knots with worry. But maybe no one would remember.

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Abby offered him a sheepish smile and tucked some of her hair out of her eyes, embarrassment clear in her expression.

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“How dare you accuse me of doing anything other than being incredibly nice and kind and helpful to my friends,” she said, brows raised in shock. Her expression would have sold her innocence were it not for the mischievous tone her words had. With less kindness than she was touting, the mechanic turned Elvis around and pushed him towards the trailer Abby was staying in.

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“That’s what I’ve been telling her, but she refuses to listen,” Ben agreed, waving a hand in Dana’s direction. Dana, in turn, leveled a glare of frustration at Elvis.

“They do have meaning! It’s supposed to be your friends and family showing you how happy they are that you made it another year,” she countered, throwing a ball of crepe paper at Ben’s head, which bounced off his hair before hitting the counter.

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“Yes, I would love coffee,” Dana sighed with relief, as if she had been waiting for Robin to suggest a break all along. Almost immediately, Dana dropped the rag she had been using to polish the Power Armor helmet and stood from her seat, stretching with a groan as she headed towards the kitchen.

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“Oh? I was planning on meeting somewhere there tonight,” she said, a frown settling on her face. She didn’t think Tyler would have set her up for danger and the boater had said she could stop by at any time.