In which Goldie has been on foreign shores

[oldtown_goldie]

You want to hang onto your post-game headcanon? Well, honey, you know how I feel about religion.

It's not that I don't like the big new world you shipped me off to when it was all over. 'bout anything's better than dead. But it's gonna be a real hard sell, a girl from Basin City knowing how to fly a spaceship. Let alone that lingo I've picked up-- what if Wendy heard me talking that Russki dialect? She'd think I ratted the girls out. Maybe you could get away with it, if more than five people knew what the hell a Judiciary was. I just don't want to have to explain where I've been again and again. Basin City to Azanry? It's just too big a jump.

The Saint provides, and baby, I hope he provides you a better idea.

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[thebadturtle]

You know me. I get by. Ain't met anybody what reminds me of a City I knew, though, in a long time.

[oldtown_goldie]

You ain't kidding. It's the wild wild west out here, only full of Micks and Poles. Not that they call themselves that, of course. I'd like to settle back down a while, take a rest somewhere small where I can talk to other people.

[thebadturtle]

Can't blame you there.

Find the Nurail, maybe? If you can get out there to the back end of fuckall space.

[oldtown_goldie]

Like I said, honey, they don't call themselves Micks here. Nurail; hillfolk and plainsfolk. But they've got the lingo and the hard lines from the Dommit.

I check in on Kerai's settlement now and then. Lookin' forward to seeing her again. They keep me hopping, though; Saint's work is mostly in Combine, I don't choose when I'm out to Gonebeyond.