Six: -to Suzu (and Einar, come to think of it)-
Waiting on my power armor license paperwork to be processed.
And to get the license I'm gonna have to put on the small of my back every time I wear it out.
-to Albert- Leave it to the black market to not know a thing about what they sell.
edited 3rd Jan '17 2:07:44 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Six: Must be wasteland terminology, then, because that sounds just like a carbine to me.
At least, the modern definition of one. Strictly talking, a carbine's just a long arm with a shorter barrel than a full-sized rifle.
edited 3rd Jan '17 2:16:15 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Six: -to Albert- Yeah. No offense then. You guys probably have bigger things to worry about than being smart.
-to Einar- No, I finished it.
It's been processing. Bureaucracy moves as slowly here as in the UEG, I see.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Six: -to Suzu- Huh. Wonder what's taking me so long. License printer jam?
Oliver: Yeah. A few days back.
Maybe I am a brain in a jar. I don't... don't really know if I can access subsystems in this. Or even how to do it.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Six: Albert, Einar.
How are you two?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."