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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.

A Lone Wanderer Appears

[doctor_713]

Gob!

[Brandon is grinning his face off]

How're you doing, buddy?

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[doctor_713]

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

[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?

[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]

[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.]

[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]

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

Heh. Thanks, kid. I appreciate it.

[donthitme]

Originally I'm from a place called Underworld in D.C. That's where ghouls go to live without worrying about getting their heads shot off by bigots. Then I ended up in Megaton. I work in a saloon now.

[Dumb saloon.]

[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]

[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]

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.]

[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.

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

[Which is always awkward, but it's hard to actually do anything about it.]

You could probably get your own shotgun. They're pretty easy, and the whole short-range big boom makes it a pretty simple one to master.

[quixotically]

Oh, wow. I never knew such a place existed. [she wants to go, she wants to go! she wonders if the Bright Followers know about Underworld. maybe they could've been happy there, instead of having to...... fly to the moon...........]

Yeah? Do you like it? [working in the saloon, she means. ahhahhahahahahhhahahhahahhh]

[brothertragedy]

[He seems rather uneasy. Nobori's starting to feel sorry for him.]

Gob, sir. [He nods in acknowledgment.] It's a pleasure.

It wasn't very nice of me to put you on the spot like that. I hope you'll accept my apology.

[donthitme]

Not many talk about it. Just to be safe, you know?

[Underworld was pretty welcoming towards smoothskins if they didn't cause any trouble. But it wouldn't be good if every human in D.C knew about a city full of ghouls.]

When my boss isn't knocking me around it ain't so bad.

[He's not even being sarcastic.]

[donthitme]

[He's an awkward ghoul.]

Do you really think it'd be necessary here?

[Now he's nervous again. Does he need a shotgun here?? Will people try to fight him??]

[quixotically]

[Elle imagines it, and she shudders. If something horrible happened, and there was a massacre -- ] No, I understand entirely. People are capable of atrocious things.

[............. eh, wait a second.]

Your boss does what?

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

[Don't ask the lunatic with a small arsenal strapped on. That's just a terrible way to get perspective.]

I mean... I have one. But I have lots of stuff. So.

[She's trying to see the other side of conflict resolution. There is verbally screwing with people, too, but that doesn't seem like his deal either. Hmm.]