on app jitters

[quixotically]

Waiting... Not really something I'm good at, I'll admit. Buuuut... It's kinda looking like you're worse at it than I am.

Just relax, okay? Even if it doesn't work out here, you've got some more places we could go. Try not to worry about it too much.

Speaking of waiting, though... There are some people in your mailbox who've been doing some of their own. Remember? Never know, getting back to them might keep your mind off it.

Comments

[madeinoblivion]

Well I don't know about you, but I sure can't just hang around waiting forever.

[quixotically]

Oh, trust me. If it were forever, I wouldn't exactly be sticking around.

But a few days? That's not too bad, I suppose.

[madeinoblivion]

Guess that's not so long, to people with a lifetime of memories.

[quixotically]

[Elle blinks once, twice, three times in surprise, but then her expression softens.]

Well, I guess that's true. But that's not something I'd know anything about, myself.

[amnesia's a bitch bro]

[madeinoblivion]

No?

[He gives her a longer, scrutinizing glance. Some of of the rough-edged hostility in his voice backs off.]

You're not a fake too, are you?

[quixotically]

A fake? [There's an amount of puzzlement in her voice, and she shakes her head.] No... At least, I don't think so.

[A thoughtful pause, then:] I guess it depends on what you mean. Someone who knew me in the past could consider who I am now a fake, compared to who I was. But I can't really say that for sure. I don't really know "her," after all.

[madeinoblivion]

What do you mean, you don't know her at all?

Like you just realized everything you thought was real was all a big lie?

[thumbsdown]

Stuck waiting, huh? Must be tough for someone so used to traveling.

[quixotically]

I like to think I'm handling it okay. I keep reminding myself that I'll have the run of a couple cities, some ruins, and even an underground tunnel system, assuming they let me through the door in the first place.

It's no Mojave, but I guess it'll do.

[thumbsdown]

Yeah, you've... got a way of getting into places. I think you'll probably be fine.

[One of the perks of traveling with the courier is that you can and will pretty much go anywhere at some point. ...Said perk can also be a problem when you're stuck scouting a cave full of deathclaws, though.]

[quixotically]

[hey they made it out of that cave just fine

shotgun knockback has a way of solving the deathclaw problem]

Well, you never know. There's a first time for everything.

[thumbsdown]

[Yeah, it's not like Boone needed his limbs or anything]

I dunno, asking nicely always seemed to work well enough. 'Course, if that doesn't work... they probably don't have eyes in the backs of their heads.

[Probably. After coming out of the Mojave, you can't ever be too sure of that.]

[quixotically]

[shhhhhhhhhh that's why you run with a courier who is a medic]

Any of this happen to come from personal experience? [Found your way into somewhere by asking nicely enough?]

[thumbsdown]

[Here, take a stimpak and walk it off]

Me? I'm... not really big on asking nicely, no.

[That seems to be more the Courier's thing. He's good at glaring, though.]

[yesman]

Hey! I'm sure you'll do just fine. And, you're right! Haha, I mean, if it doesn't work out, it's not like you're stuck in one place forever! Not like me! Wow. It must be so fun to go other places.

[quixotically]

Hey, the rules out here aren't the same as the Mojave. You could come with me somewhere if you really wanted to, Yes Man.

[yesman]

Well, here's the thing. The person who plays me has no intention of putting me in any game whatsoever! So I guess I'm just stuck here. Not that I'm complaining. My life is great! I get to see the same thing every day.

[quixotically]

Awwww. I'm sorry, Yes Man. I wish there was something I could do to help.

Maybe I could come by and visit more often?

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

Show me a mun who's good at waiting, and I'll show you…

[…hm.]

…someone who actually gets off the computer sometimes. Maybe.

Hell, maybe they even go check their own mailboxes, who knows.

[quixotically]

[Elle laughs.]

Well, there's enough of them, there's got to be at least one, right?

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

Don't think I'd want to bet on it myself, but nah, you're right, there's got to be an outlier like that somewhere. Beats me how we'd work out which one it was, though.

[quixotically]

Maybe we could try the dog biscuit trick. Y'know, putting a metaphorical one on their nose and telling them not to eat it until we say so?

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

Oh, yeah, that could work.

Or the marshmellow thing could work too. You know that one?

[quixotically]

Hmmm, I don't think so.

[dontthesunlookgoodtoday]

Kay.

So you put the person on a chair, and on the table in front of them there's a marshmellow. You tell them you're going to leave for a few minutes, and that if they haven't eaten it by the time you come back they can have two marshmellows instead.