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[donthitme]

[Gob is very nervous, and very fidgety. He wrings a white rag in his hands -- the one he uses to clean the bar with. How'd he get that here anyway? Ah it doesn't matter.]

I guess I should be grateful. [Even though he says that, his tone is gloomy and solemn.] It's better here than workin' for Moriarty, right? I just hope people treat ghouls here better than they do at home.

[Especially since a lot of people here have crazy super powers. Oh my god he's so nervous..!]

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[quixotically]

[... oh, no. He looks so scared. :C]

Hey, you'll be surprised. There aren't a lot of ghouls out here, but a lot of people don't really mind once they get used to the idea. Promise.

[donthitme]

[He is. But the reassurance helps him a little.]

Really? I'm used to the weird looks, but so long as I don't run into any ghoul haters I think I'll be fine. Thank you.

[For the heads up.]

[quixotically]

I don't think I've met someone who wasn't from the wasteland who knew what a ghoul was, not yet. But there's one in the town I'm in, and no one's been hateful to him.

You're welcome. My name's Elle. It's nice to meet you.

[donthitme]

It's nice to know a ghoul could end up in one of those places and not be treated like dirt.

[He's praying where ever he ends up, if anywhere, is like that for him. It would be nice to be someplace without getting spat on. Too bad he can't bring Nova with him.]

Name's Gob. You're alright, smoothskin. Oh, I mean Elle...sorry. Force of habit.

[Way to go Gob, giving the nice human that awful nickname.]

[quixotically]

[She just keeps smiling.] It's okay, I'm not gonna take it personally or anything.

So, where're you from, Gob?

A Lone Wanderer Appears

[doctor_713]

Gob!

[Brandon is grinning his face off]

How're you doing, buddy?

[donthitme]

[It's Gob's turn to grin! Or smile...as much as he can, anyway.]

Boy am I glad to see a friendly face. I guess I'm doing pretty good, considering.

[Considering he could be getting his ass beaten right now, that is.]

[doctor_713]

How've things been at home? I haven't been back through Megaton in a while.

[donthitme]

[He's noticed. It makes him kind of sad.]

Nothing's really changed. Moriarty's still an ass. People talk a lot about you, though. Even on the radio.

[He likes to occasionally tell the patrons "hey I know that guy he's my friend", but most of them don't believe him.]

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

If they don't, tell me, and I'll point a sawed-off at 'em. And Dogmeat'll help. ...I mean, generally, not with the shotgun. He doesn't have thumbs.

[donthitme]

[Oh how he's grateful to know the badass of the wasteland.]

Heh. Thanks, kid. I appreciate it.

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

Messing with racists and purity freaks is my kind of public service.

[Plus it's one of those great problems you can solve with firearms. Best kind.]

[donthitme]

If it's even a problem here, I'm sure it wont be for long with you around.

[May be a bit of hero worship going on here, leave him alone.]

[brothertragedy]

... so long as your particular kind do not wreck havoc and attempt to consume our flesh.

[Because the only ghouls he encountered in the last place he'd been were unintelligible and ravenous. No offense.]</small]

[donthitme]

[God damn it he hates that, though.]

Don't worry, smoothskin flesh tastes funny. Don't care for it.

[Ha...haha...ha.]

[brothertragedy]

[Grimace.] Good to know.

... now, do you have a name?

[donthitme]

[What was that grimace, did he believe him? NO it was a joke!! He didn't mean -- ahhh he's just standing there for a moment with his mouth hanging open like he wants to correct himself.

Too late. He's changing the subject. Good, good.]

It's Gob.

[donthitme]

[HE KNOWS.]

Your skin wouldn't look so good either if you got hit with a nuclear bomb's worth of radiation.

[greymelee]

Eh, you're not the worst-looking guy on Earth.

[donthitme]

[Oh. Well. Okay.]

Er, thanks, I guess...[S-smooth...skin...?]

[vaultpaladin]

Some people around here will be exactly like Moriarty, I'm afraid. But you'll find some real gems out here too, I promise.

[That's the way the world works, unfortunately.]

You doing okay, Gob?

[donthitme]

Yeah, guess it's kinda too much to ask that there's only one Moriarty in the world.

[He knows that all too well. Guess that doesn't change no matter where you go.]

I'm doin' alright for myself. Same as always. What about you, kid? Last I heard you were doing some pretty great things.

[So cool Lone Wanderer.]

[vaultpaladin]

Well, there could be one less if I didn't think I'd get a bunch of holes put in me by a sawed-off shotgun.

[And she's not that violent.]

Oh, same old. Staying alive isn't something I'd call 'great'.

[But then, he's stuck behind a bar with a shithead for a boss.]

Got the chance to stop by Underworld.

[donthitme]

Maybe not to you.

[Gob's standards for 'great things' aren't exactly high given his lifestyle, no. One of the highlights of his day is listening to travelers come into the bar and talk about all the stuff they get up to.

He perks up at the mention of Underworld.]

Oh yeah? Did you see Carol?