Alberts: A wandering vagabond, hm?
-Oliver heads into his room, closes the door, and proceeds to have a complete mental breakdown-
-The recurring theme of everything he spits out, in between sobs and frantic gasps for air, is that he's a murderer. That he's shot people. That he's killed people so closely he can see the life leave their eyes. That he literally just tore out somebody's jugular with his mouth and he can still taste the copper in his teeth. That all he is is a murderer, just some no-good criminal murderer, why couldn't they see it HE WAS A MURDERER ALL HE DID WAS KILL AND KILL AND KILL AND IT WAS KILL OR DIE AND WHY DID HE HAVE TO KILL WHY WAS IT ALL NECESSARY WHY WHY WHY-
-In the midst of his freakout, Marvin opens the door-
-Almost immediately, he leans out and screams-
Marvin: CASE TWELVE, CASE TWELVE! SOMEBODY GET MED TECHS DOWN HERE! YEAH, YOU! OLIVER'S HAVING A BREAKDOWN, GET TO THE SICKBAY! GO GO GO!
-After making sure somebody will be there to collect him, Marvin heads into the room, leans down, and slaps Oliver so hard that his head jerks in the opposite direction - naturally, translating in the view suddenly changing, then slowly transitioning back to Oliver's CO-
Marvin: Hey, Ollie? You there?
-Oliver nods-
Marvin: Stay chill, alright? I have no idea what you're panicing over, but you're safe, alright? We got out, we're fine, and you're okay. Okay?
Oliver: I'm not okay. I'm a killer.
-Marvin frowns-
Marvin: You kept a lot of good people alive down there today, Ollie. People who would have died if you weren't in the same grid square. You did good, alright?
Oliver: By killing the people threatening them.
Marvin: Who would have shot all of us without hesitation. You know the IMC. They chose their path.
-Two medics arrive at that moment, entering the cabin-
Marvin: Come on, Ollie. I got some nice people here and they're gonna make everything better, okay?
-Oliver nods again, and then with the help of one of the medics Marvin stands him up and everyone begins proceeding down the hall to sickbay. The footage again fast-forwards-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Ironscales: -nods to Alberts-
So, the job. There was this one guy who wanted me to rescue a group of traders held at a pre-war amusement park.
-holds up his bottle, tapping the label-
Nuka World, the biggest fucking park-slash-advertisement on this coast of the US... What I didn't know is that the place was a goddamn trap.
Ironscales: -To Alberts- As I said, one giant advertisement for Nuka Cola, the brainchild of John-Caleb Bradberton that became the soft drink in the States before the bomb fell. Hell, even after, you can still find the fucking things two centuries later!
-To Lovisia- For everyone, yeah. The entrance was a fucking deathtrap made for the amusement of the raiders within. These cocksuckers turned it into a gauntlet filled with turrets and traps of all kinds, and even some animals.
-To Albert- And more. But we'll get to that in a bit.
edited 11th Aug '17 6:25:07 PM by FokiasTheJester

-Suzu waves to longram-