Nuka and Noodles

[missnanny]

Who: Curie, Paladin Danse, Piper ?
Where: Diamond City
When: Sometime after this.

What: Curie is sitting on the bench just outside of Piper's with a bowl of Power Noodles that she happily bought from Takahashi along with a bottle of Nuka Cola to wash it down with. And she waits for Nat to run and find Piper for them. As much as Diamond City still has a dislike of synths, Curie still loves every chance she has to visit the city.

"I do hope Mademoiselle Wright won't mind helping us with this rather impressive en devour of ours," says Curie with a twinge of hope in her voice. And while the trek to Diamond City was rather uneventful, Curie does hope for a bit more excitement to come their way. "And I do hope this is not a bother for you." She really hopes Danse is up for this, and she knows all too well this is a dangerous thing for Danse to do since his exile from The Brotherhood. And with the Prydwen still visibly moored at the airport despite the heavy clouds, Curie still has to wonder what has drawn Maxson's ire this time.

But she lowers her head, and she stirs her noodles with her chopsticks before she eats another mouthful just as a drop of rain falls to the ground at her feet. "Oh dear, perhaps we ought to wait for Piper inside."

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[missnanny]

Curie returns to her senses, and she gives Danse a pat on his knee and she smiles while looking at the dated globe. But then there is a bit of sadness that washes over her, as she remembers looking at the globe during her time in Vault 81. "All of those places, I wonder if they all look like this." She wonders if there is anywhere on Earth that hasn't been touched by radiation and war.

"Or are there pockets of civilization that has since evolved to learn to better handle a global catastrophe." There is another tug to go beyond, but logic must win in Curie's mind. "There are so many questions I still have to find the answers to. But perhaps not all questions need answers."

[ad_victoriam]

Piper. You're a journalist. Your compass is constantly stuck in shades of morally grey. He wouldn't put thieving passed her.

Danse shifts awkwardly. "I imagine the devastation of nuclear war has reached far and wide. I doubt there is much of the world that hasn't been scorched and scared by war. But... I could be wrong. After all, I've only seen the Commonwealth and the Capital Wasteland..." Possibly. He's not entirely sure whether that part of his life was real or merely a false memory implanted by the Institute.

"Time will tell, I suppose. We shall venture far and wide and find your answers."

[missnanny]

Curie continues to look down at the globe, and she sighs at the thought of everything being reduced to ash. But life still goes on, and to Curie this is a good thing. "Then I'd like to see what has become of life in other parts of the world." She lifts her hand up from Danse's leg, and she points to Africa and South America. Both are out of the question as far as their travels go, but Curie is still curious about them.

"But alas I also fear that through previous wars that the world no longer wants to be civilized."

She slowly gets up from her seat, and she smiles. "Let us see about getting some supplies, so we can begin our very long journey."


((ooc: skip piper))

[ad_victoriam]

They could always liberate the Prydwen and see how far across the world that could take them... Or modify a vertibird for long distance travel. Nothing is impossible. Every problem has a solution. Sometimes it just requires looking at it from a different angle.

But for now, they should probably concentrate on the Commonwealth and the neighbouring areas. That alone will present a great number of challenges.

"Of course. I have some caps saved up. We can use them to buy what we need from the market."

[missnanny]

"I also have some caps, and I believe something’s that I can trade." Curie then stops by the door, when she thinks of the words Myrna is saying about refusing to sell to synths and she frowns.

And she then clears her throat, as she leans against the red door to look at Danse. "Perhaps we should wait until Monsieur Percy is working." She doesn't trust Myrna, no; she doesn't like the very paranoid merchant much.

"But I do know we are in need of ammunition and I might consider a power armor frame." It might help her keep up with Danse, and with a cobbled together pieces of armor they come across, some extra protection as well.