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Yeah, that's Acadia Ntl. Park, where it was mentioned the Institute was set up.

Edit: And also i'm told that's not where they're supposed to actually control. Weird. Anyways, i'll get to correcting it after work.


Maybe I'm mistaken, but I think Acadia Ntl. Park is only on Mount Desert island. Which is basically a tiny blip on the larger map. The Institute in that sense is more like a strong, technologically advanced, city-state than a proper nation controlling a large territory.

Maybe I can whip up an inset map or something to illustrate their territory a bit more easily.
Glowing Ones are definitely the strongest ghoul variant....not invincible....but they are pretty resilient overall.

A big group of them charging would be pretty damn scary, and it would take a very well equipped group to repel them.

Acadia National Park Observatory - The Institute

Xavier looked over the comatose form of DiMA sitting within the control chair in the center of the observatory dome. He was strapped in and hooked to all manner of wires which were strung out from the back of his head and connected to the large series of data banks which surrounded him and covered much of the walls. In lieu of an organized ‘dumb’ AI construct to manage the surprisingly complex network within Acadia, DiMA had been used as a suitable replacement. It made sense given that DiMA was already known to be compatible with the network: indeed he’d modified himself specifically to interface directly with it. After putting in place several safeguards and preventative measures, DiMA was permanently hooked up to the datastores and began serving this intended purpose quite effectively.

One part of the safeguards that Xavier himself had put in place was that DiMA experienced a continuous negative feedback loop within his mind. DiMA existed within a perpetual “false reality” and the closer he came to realizing the truth of his current existence, the more difficult it would become to grasp the concept and the more activity it would drive in his mind, which would inevitably result in a return to blissful ignorance. Meanwhile, that increased activity was, in truth, a stream of computations and program executions used to run Acadia’s network. It was a clean self-regulating system created out of something which had been itself unstable. Xavier was quite proud of that fact.

“Alright,” Xavier said, as he turned around and descended the raised platform where DiMA was seated, “Send them in.”

B7 nodded, and she opened the doors to allow in the Harbormen. Three figures entered, and Xavier immediately knew who they were, ‘they’ being three of the most prominent figures in Far Harbor. Captain Avery, of course, Teddy Wright, the town’s self-appointed physician, and Allen Lee: a gunsmith and weapon merchant who laid claim to be potentially their wealthiest resident.

A Courser guard and two nearby Gen-1 Synths stood by, weapons lowered, but ready at a moment's notice to intervene if things became at all heated or potentially dangerous.

“Captain, Mr. Li….Dr. Wright, what can I do for you?” Xavier opened with the usual pleasantry.

“What you can ‘do’ is help us be rid of those damned Children freaks,” Allen Lee growled, “This time they’ve gone too far. I’m done with them.”

“Allen cool it. We came here to talk this over and not make demands,” Captain Avery interjected, “Teddy why don’t you explain the situation...”

“Last couple weeks there’s been a noticeable decrease in fishing hauls,” Teddy began, “At first it wasn’t anything unusual, we’ve had lean spells before, but then it became something different. What fish have been coming up are mutated, many of them heavily affected by radiation. Hell some of them are downright glowing. Needless to say they’re inedible and it's becoming a problem for our fishermen.”

Xavier raised an eyebrow. “And….you think the Children of Atom have something to do with this?”

“I don’t think, I know,” Allen Lee replied, “They’re dumping something in the water. I just know it.”

“Now you can’t say that for sure Allen. For all we know this is something natural.” Avery said.

“Natural are you kidding me Captain? The fish are GLOWING.”

“Half the damn critters on this island glow Allen. Ain’t the Children doing that!”

“You sure?” Allen narrowed his eyes, “Because I’m not.”

“Oh for Pete’s sake..”

“Alright okay, settle down,” Xavier raised a hand, “I see no reason to immediately blame the Children for this. It's entirely possible that there’s been an increase in mid-Atlantic radstorms and a slight change of current that might have brought some poor fishing to your shores. I understand tensions are high however, and recognize the importance of that catch to your livelihoods. If you’d like, I’ll gladly send one of my Bioscience personnel to Far Harbor to evaluate the situation and run some tests. She’s a marine ecology expert…

Our, only, Marine Ecology expert as a matter of fact. Xavier thought to himself.

…and I’m sure she’d be happy to investigate this and address your concerns. Now as for your immediate issues...I’ll furnish a supply caravan to be sent to Far Harbor with produce to supplement your lack of fish stock as well as some anti-radiation medications for anyone who might have consumed or come into contact with the affected creatures. Would that satisfy you?”

“Yes, absolutely, thank you,” Captain Avery nodded.

“Now hold on just a minute...no I ain’t satisfied,” Allen spoke up, “What about the Children? What if they are dumping something and it’ll just get worse while your scientist is running her tests?”

“Very well, I’ll deploy Watch…” Xavier checked himself and cleared his throat, “...that is to say, I’ll make sure the coastline is carefully watched for any signs of foul play.”

Allen grunted and nodded his consent, “Good. And if you see anything suspicious...”

“We’ll discuss handling that situation if it comes to it. But let’s not do so now.”

“Fine.” Allen grumbled.

“If that’s all we needed to discuss...then I wish you a pleasant trip back down the mountain. Help yourself to some purified water on your way out. B7?”

“This way please,” the Gen-3 female motioned for the trio to follow her back down the hallway and towards the exit. After they’d exited the dome and the door closed behind them, Xavier removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Permission to speak freely sir?” The Courser who’d been standing guard faithfully spoke up.

“Go ahead X6-88.”

“If I might be so bold sir,” X6 approached the platform, “Why do you entertain these surface-dwellers and their asinine problems? The Director of The Institute should not be dealing with questions of poor fishing.”

“That is indeed bold X6...but a valid question. The answer is because we need them. Our days of being able to ignore the surface and do with it what we will are long gone. We have to find a way to integrate into the wasteland or we’ll be painting an even larger target on ourselves. You know as well as I do that we have enemies everywhere. We need friends and allies.”

“Understood sir.”

“Now that is not to say that I enjoy discussing fish stocks with surface-dwellers either….or for that matter committing resources to it...” Xavier sighed, “Well in any case, we can spare a single researcher if it keeps them happy. Speaking of which...X6 would you please go and find Dr. Mara Holdren? Let her know that she needs to pack some things and be ready for a temporary stay in Far Harbor. I’m sure she’s getting bored down there maintaining the aquaponics system day-in-day out. This will give her something to do.”

“Right away Director.”
Acadia National Park Observatory - The Institute

Director Xavier Allen Crawford stood atop the balcony rim of the Acadia Observatory overlooking the mountain itself and the town of Far Harbor beyond to the east. Before him the fantastic scenery of Mount Desert Island opened up, giving a commanding view of the region. Xavier thought back to what DiMA had once said to him,

You know, when I first climbed this mountain, above the fog, I thought to myself: now here is a metaphor worth taking in.

The old malfunctioning prototype had indeed recognized the importance of such a place, although Xavier doubted that DiMA could have ever envisioned what this mountain could truly become. DiMA’s ‘spiritual’ mountain top was now far more than just a metaphor for clarity.

Below him, Xavier surveyed what The Institute had transformed this place into. The observatory had been renovated and repaired, its crumbling walls and dilapidated facade replaced with new paneling, stonework, and a fresh coat of crisp white paint. Surrounding the observatory were also now a large amount of new construction: simple rectangular utilitarian buildings in which various laboratories and residential quarters had been set up. Hugging one side of the observatory was a large greenhouse, built to house a myriad of vibrant plant life to be used for botanical and horticultural research, as well as an all important source of fresh food. A large pipe that ran up the mountainside to the summit pumped freshly purified water from nearby Eagle Lake both to the greenhouse as well as to a central well from where it could be distributed via a newly constructed plumbing system to the other structures To the west, all along the mountainside were rows and rows of turbines which spun steadily in the high wind generating electric power. Supplementing this all important feature was a new addition as well: makeshift solar paneling lined the roofs of many buildings including the observatory.

Much of the surrounding trees and brush had been cut back and cleared along the mountainside, allowing them to expand even further down towards its base. With each year that passed, more and more land was reclaimed to either serve as testing grounds for new research, or to give more living space to The Institute’s people. In order to protect these scientists and their families, a high perimeter wall had been built further down the mountain, encompassing Acadia in its entirety. Machine-gun turrets, tripwire alarms, barbed-wire, and spotlights had all been placed evenly along the wall, and Synths troopers and Coursers patrolled it night and day.

Yes, under his leadership, The Institute had turned this place into a veritable haven, a fortress and refuge from where it could recover its strength and project its power across the island. While nothing could match their former underground home in terms of its splendor and security, to Xavier, this was perhaps the closest thing they could find out here on the surface.

Granted, the island was still not without its dangers.

Xavier walked around the balcony until he faced the western side. Far out in the distance he could see a great grey wall that obscured the land and ocean beyond it. To anyone unfamiliar with the region, it would seem as though the earth simply stopped at the point where the churning grey mist met the clear sky. In fact, what lay beyond was simply the land which was still claimed by The Fog. When they’d first arrived on the island, The Fog covered it in its entirety and the people of Far Harbor huddled themselves at the edge of a crumbling dock. But with their superior technology in tow, The Institute had managed to drive The Fog back and contain it to one half of the island. Here mutated creatures called The Fog home, and here too The Children of Atom lived. Deep within their “Nucleus”, The Children of Atom sequestered themselves content in their worship of radiation which they had anthropomorphized into a deity they called ‘Atom’. The Children and The Institute had come to an understanding after Acadia had been taken-over, with both sides largely keeping to their own side of the island. That arrangement suited Director Crawford just fine, although it made some of the people of Far Harbor a little uneasy.

He turned once again towards the fledgling town that hugged the Coast in defiance of the churning waters around it. Far Harbor had profited much from The Institute’s arrival. No longer confined to the lone dock which had served as a last refuge, the Harbormen had broken out and reclaimed much of the original borders of the town. The once ruined buildings there had been repaired and restored so that the people could finally have room to expand and live. A proud makeshift barrier enveloped the new borders of the town and surrounded it in a protective embrace. The Harbormen affectionately referred to it as ‘The Hull’ and they’d politely, yet stubbornly, refused to accept The Institute’s offer of assistance to construct it. ‘The Mariner knows what's best for The Hull’ they’d said, and Crawford hadn’t the mind to argue the point. Besides, in truth they’d managed to survive this long largely on their own, so they must have known a thing or two about constructing defenses. The one thing they’d been unable to do themselves was construct and maintain the Fog Condensers.

Xavier looked up at the final, and perhaps most important piece of new construction. A tall thin tower rose high from the base of the Observatory Dome and reached up at least double its height to the sky. At its apex, a great shimmering blue light could be seen, making the tower look like a ghostly lighthouse on the horizon. This was one of the newer Fog Condensers, a concept that DiMA had developed but that had been made into a triumphant vision by The Institute’s scientists. One of these large condensers could cover several square miles of land and keep the fog at bay, and five of them had been spread throughout the eastern half of the Island. Once constructed and installed, the biggest issue with their maintenance was simply keeping them powered with electricity. The wind turbines, solar panels, and the Observatory's own fusion generator all worked in tandem to generate the power necessary, but there was always a need for more. That was a problem which needed addressing.

“Director Crawford, sir?”

Xavier spun around to see a female Gen-3 Synth standing behind him, wearing the usual jumpsuit uniform emblazoned with a small red Institute vitruvian man on the left breast.

“Yes, what is it B7?”

“The delegates from Far Harbor are here. X1-55 is requesting permission to allow them through the checkpoint.”

‘Delegates’ was probably a stretch to say, Xavier thought, more appropriate would probably be ‘petitioners’ or ‘grumblers’ depending on the day.

“Yes very well, allow them through the perimeter and then escort them yourself B7. I’ll meet them in the Observatory hall when they arrive.”

“Very well sir.” B7 gave a quick bow and scurried off to meet the Harbormen at the checkpoint.

Xavier turned back to the view one last time. He gave a long sigh. Time was when an Institute Director would never have had to entertain surface-dwellers, but instead could focus on the day to day operations of The Institute and its divisions. Those days were over now it seemed, they could no longer afford to ignore the wasteland. They had to allow some part of it, however small, in,

“Let’s see what this is all about then,” Xavier muttered to himself, and turned to descended back down the observatory stairs.
Sheet posted.

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Not really. Probably won't even consider getting around to linking or using one until the IC is well underway. IMO they kinda slow down things, ironically enough.


Yeah...I can see that. Sometimes we do more talking about posting than actual posting on RP discords.

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Nobody's quite nabbed them, to my knowledge.


I thought Crusader Lord did?

Edit: I'll just reiterate too that I've got The Institute Remnants, Acadia, and Far Harbor as part of my faction.
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For starters, Kellogg is dead. Most of the leadership (Justin Ayo, Evan Watson, and Alan Binet) died in the blast along with Shane (the bot). Everyone else, including Allie Filmore and Madison Li, is free for the taking. X6-88 is still around, don't know if you want them or have them remain in the commonwealth.


Alright noted, that works for me. I'm mostly planning on replacing the leadership entirely but I might grab either Allie or Madison. I'll definitely take X6-88 as well.

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I guess it makes sense that they'd leave little supply caches around in the Commonwealth in case things went south; After all, they could already get a considerable synth presence around, including some spy-bird synths according to concept art.


One big supply cache more or less. They were "evacuated" out to an abandoned Vault outside The Commonwealth. They were given as much supplies and equipment as could be reasonably transported along with a backup of The Institute's archives.

Basically this was Father's contingency plan. And was probably the smartest move he made with regards to the Sole Survivor.

Edit: I think nomadic factions are totally acceptable.
He dies in all endings so no big choices in that front.


Father's for sure dead. I'm looking for details on others. Or if I can just decide that.

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I mean, I guess you could handwave a lot of the Institute's destruction by being a lot of their teleportation tech just warping them out when stuff's blowing up all around them, at the cost of - y'know - having basically to build it all back up from scratch with nothing but the clothes on their back.


I'm rolling with the concept that there was a pre-evacuation. Father setup a contigency plan and set aside a portion of The Institute's population as "designated survivors". So they had some equipment, supplies, a small synth protection force etc. So they weren't left completely destitute.
Love how much hype this seems to be getting. Full speed ahead.

@Mao Mao Am I free to pick and choose who from among The Institute survived the destruction? Or is there a particular Institute character you want dead-ed. Other than Father that is.
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