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Nuka and Noodles

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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Curie heads out to The Fens and her eyes go wide open at the sight of the Brahmin. "He is magnificent!" And she almost has forgotten about the power armor frame that she is wearing, as the foot of it catches on to the curb and she nearly trips.

"Oye, I'll need to be far more careful with these very big feet." And Curie frowns a little at the mention of needing a common enemy, and then Vault-Tec. "That was a long time ago, and I do not think Vault-Tec is a threat anymore." Her eyes drift upwards towards the Prydwen and then towards Danse.

"It seems we need to see if there is still that common enemy inside of The Commonwealth." Her attention has since drifted from the Brahmin that is trying to get the grass in the cement.

The Brahmin is far healthier looking than Danse was expecting. He's actually impressed. The beast looks as though it will be capable of carrying heavy loads for long periods of time - providing they can steer him away from every dry patch of grass and scrub they come across.

He instinctively reaches out to try and steady Curie as she trips. Power armor can take some getting used to. Everything is bigger, bulkier and less delicate. The brain can take awhile to adjust.

"No doubt there are still undiscovered vaults out there - some may even still be occupied... It is a long shot, but we will see what we can find out. Even the Institute may not be completely gone... who knows how many scientists made it out in the evacuation - if any - they may have gone to ground, decided to continue their work. Or perhaps there are other branches out there in the world."

He grits his teeth, not missing Curie's glance to the Prydwen. "The Commonwealth will always have enemies."

Piper follows Curie and Danse's glance to the Prydwen, and she frowns while she looks up at the airship. She has seen Brotherhood Scribes coming to Diamond City after the fall of the Institute, and after the Mayor left the city. And she lowers her head for a little bit, and she sighs. "We might have the new boogeyman floating right above us. And I worry sometimes that one day Maxson will send in the troops to take over Diamond City."

There seems to be more reason to why Piper wants those two to find a vault, and as hateful as the people of the city are they don't deserve living under the thumb of Maxson. That is if they don't follow him blindly.

"Just whatever you two do, just keep safe and maybe I'll see you two again." She smiles, and she wanders over towards their brahmin. "And don't worry, I'll make sure Blue behaves himself."

Once upon a time Danse would've been thrilled with the idea of Maxson taking control of the Commonwealth, bringing his ideals and methods to the people. Now? Yeah... Not so much.

Protecting the Commonwealth is one thing, segregation and punishment of synths is something else entirely. Boy how times have changed!

"We'll be as careful as we can be. It is a dangerous, unpredictable world out there though."

And to Piper it isn't just the synths but the ghouls like the ones who were forced from Diamond City. And rumors of what happened to the ferals at the airport didn't take long to reach Piper, and while they were ferals, it was the method at which they were cut down that doesn't sit well with her. And she worries how long it will take The Brotherhood to see non-ferals in the same light. And lots if not most of the ghouls she has met are good people who are just trying to make an honest living.

And it is almost possible for Danse to know what she is thinking, and maybe there is more reason to this vault thing than she wants to let on. And the harden and worried look vanishes in favor of a forced smile. "Just make sure you got plenty of Med-X and stimpacks. Oh, and stay clear of the chems! And be sure to let me know if you find a vault! Because if you do I'll come join you, because I've got an idea or two up my sleeves."

She grabs hold of the rope to the Brahmin, and she goes to hand it off to Danse out of worry it might drag Curie for a ride if it finds something tasty to eat or a ruined house to climb.

Curie places a hand on Danse's shoulder once she gets her settled, and she isn't happy about the idea of finding vaults. "Let us hope we find ones that do not have anyone living in them." The idea of finding an abandon vault is a whole different story, seeing she doesn't have to deal with what new experiments that Vault-Tec is doing on those who are living inside.

"And do not worry, we will be very safe and we will make sure to find away to get in contact with you." Curie looks at Danse, and she tilts her head to the side. "Though how is that possible? There is no telephone and I do not believe the mail has been delivered in two hundred years! Is there a Pony Express? Telegraphs?" Curie's appetite to learn about this new world is massive, and learning more about how people have adapted is almost as interesting than to see how bacteria and viruses have evolved in a radioactive wasteland.

And she looks to the Brahmin who snorts in annoyance at being distracted from the dry tufts of grass. "I think we should get going before it gets dark." Curie spins around, and she looks at the compass with a smile on her face. "Now to pick a direction and to follow it! Monsieur Danse?"

"Chems are a definite no-no." Danse may smoke like a chimney and drink almost as much but chems? No way. He draws the line at chems. It's one of the many reasons he constantly wants to punch Hancock in the face.

"We will find a way to make contact. I'm sure there must be some kind of radio towers beyond the Commonwealth we can get operational. Or perhaps we could attach notes to the wild birds and hope they find their way back here..." He doubts there is any official mail channels these days. Perhaps once they secure more settlements then the can try establishing a mail route - an ambitious goal.

The Brahmin will have plenty to eat along the way. Danse can't see the appeal of dried, irradiated grass, but the beast seems thrilled at the prospect.

"Hm. How about west?"

And with a wave, Piper heads back to her office, and with a return of the wave, Curie begins to lead their pack Brahmin to the west. And she still cannot fathom how a simple job to find medical supplies has led to everything they are doing now. And now to keep the train on one track before it jumps off the tracks.

"I would avoid the birds. Rumor from some of the settlers is the crows are cameras sent from The Institute." But Curie isn't sure what to make of those rumors, they are simply rumors and perhaps crows somehow survived the bombs. And then there are the gulls, are they cameras too? She looks up towards the sky as they make their way west, and she frowns as she looks at the broken buildings of Boston and she wonders what stories they can tell.

"And let us not forget that we were going to visit The Boston Public Library." Curie still wants to find some pre-war books that were left untouched by the war.

Their mission has definitely exploded into something of massive proportions. In fact, Danse barely remembers what their original mission was. Things spiraled very quickly indeed.

"Of course, we must not forget about the library. Those books must be preserved for the future - if any have survived this long, especially the mutants lingering there. Those beasts have no respect for literature."

And seeing it is in the same area it is wise that they first visit the Boston Public Library, and the site itself from the outside is awe inspiring for Curie as he stands there with a wide smile on her face. And when she sees the body of a Super Mutant on the ground, she frowns.

"Let us hope the mutants have decided to leave the library alone." She walks over towards the door, and she gives it a tug only to find that it is locked. And there is the automated voice telling giving them a variety of options. And Curie goes to pick the one stating they work there, and it is completed with the sound of the door opening.

And without hesitation, Curie uses her metal hands to open the door and she steps inside. And a look of wonder is soon replaced with one of sadness. "To think of all of the books that has been ruined over the years." And the sound of the Protectron security team can still be heard waddling about the halls. "Le'sigh but let us hope there are still some books that have withstood humanity and nature."

Danse ensures the brahmin is secured outside the Library before he follows Curie inside. He really hope no one slaughters it or steals it while they are inside given the trouble Piper went to getting it for them. But taking the creature inside the library is hardly a good idea, even though it probably couldn't make more mess than a horde of Super Mutants.

He rests a hand on Curie's shoulder - well, the metal plating covering her shoulder at least, in what he hopes is a comforting gesture.

"I'm sure some must have survived. Who knows, perhaps there are electronic records as well..."

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