17 April 2011

Fallout (Pt 7) - You Can Check Out Any Time You Want

Dear Diary,

Tenpenny Towers is the best, chuck out the rest. I was met with a little suspicion at first, but as soon as I pressed the button on the detonator and watched the horizon back in the direction of Megaton light up like a second sun, I was welcomed with open arms.

Actually, what really let me know I was home was the fact that not only did the Property Developer give me some fun-coupons (caps) for setting the bomb off, he also gave me the deeds to a penthouse suite in the towers. That is the best thing ever. Daddy never gave me a suite. He gave me a BB-Gun that didn't last the first serious confrontation and I'm supposed to stumble around in the wasteland looking for him. All this guy asked, was for me to press a button and I got the top floor of a hotel as a thank you.

I’ve tried feeling guilty about Megaton, but by the time I left that town, there weren't many people who would've noticed the bomb going off and most of them would've been ugly, anyway.

I have a safe and a robot butler (who does haircuts!) a balcony with a view, and any time I get a bit weary or hurt - my own bed fixes everything. I’ve talked to the nice lady downstairs and she’s got lots of things to dress my room up with. I’m going to get her to decorate it in a "Pre-war Theme". Spirit Guide is less than impressed. He thinks we should be saving for more important things, but he can suck it. What’s more important than a girl having a nice room?

Nice friends, that's what, and these people are my sorts of people. They want help with something nasty in the subway tunnels under the hotel. I don’t want that kind of riff-raff around my nice new hotel either, so I’m thinking about helping them out. The ladies have pretty dresses and hairstyles and the men are all really polite. There’s even a private security force and that kind of makes a girl feel special, particularly when you can trade all sorts of goodies with them like guns and ammo and medicine and ammo and cigarettes and ammo and guns.

Right now, going to look for Dad doesn't seem that important. I think I might live it up here for a bit and see about the infestation problem in the tunnels as a favour to my new neighbours. Yeah.

Overwriting data,
Jules, 
Resident of Tenpenny Towers. 

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