Little Italy

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Yeah i was sick a bunch my first quarter. Not so much now. Part of the adjusting

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Aw baby I'm so sorry to hear that!

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Okay lit

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Quinn noticed Tobias struggling to keep up and slowed down a bit, glancing over at him when he asked about Victor. "Of sorts," she replied, "He's been away for a while though." She didn't want to say anything about her affiliation to House, she was under strict orders not to. Mr. House had carefully cultivated a reputation of ominous, mysterious power. For all anyone else knew, Lucky 38 was completely empty save for House and his robots. She and her father were purely there for maintenance purposes, and came and went through secret channels.

At his answer to her question, she shrugged, "I'm sure it'll come back. You're lucky to even have your life at this point. Although, I could show you where we dug you up, maybe that'll jog something?" she suggested, gesturing toward the water tower standing tall against the sky in the distance. She had never had to deal with memory loss herself, but she could imagine how frustrating that could be. Especially in a situation as dire as Toby's. She had shortened the courier's name in her head, but she wasn't sure how he would feel about a nickname, so she decided to keep it to herself.

She paused once they had reached what could be classified as the center of town, turning to Toby. "I'm not exactly sure where to find Victor. Maybe we can stop in the bar and ask if anyone has seen him?" she suggested. After all, it was pretty hard to miss a giant robot, and it was possible that he had lived here for most of his absence from the Strip. She wasn't one for asking for help from anybody, usually, but she was also starving, having not eaten since early the day before and still rather drained from the events of the night previous.

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Dude I totally feel you.

Also I think it might make more sense for them to go to the bar first, since they don't know where to find Victor and they can find out from the townsfolk where his shack is. Then they learn about the Powder Ganger situation and that's when he tries to convince her to help?

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Sounds good man!

Me too, I needed these nerds

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

That's true. I wanna start playing again anyway, but if you wanna help out with NPCs that would be amazing

Thanks man! Same, honestly XD

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

S'all good, I've just been looking up play throughs to make sure I'm on track

Thanks bb that means a lot :3 Although it's a good thing she's got her looks because if she actually tried to threaten someone it wouldn't come off something like "well, uh, you better, like, fuck off or else I'll, um, poke your eyes out. yeah"

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

This is where I get fuzzy on the plot it's been too long since I've played XDD

Thanks bro!

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Doc Mitchell chuckled and Quinn smirked at Tobias's quip as the former nodded, "I haven't used that old thing in years. Figured someone such as yourself could probably use it. Good luck out there, and don't go getting killed again anytime soon, yah hear? Take care, you too," he directed his last comment at Quinn as he walked the pair to the front door, Quinn already standing outside in the dry heat. She nodded and smiled in reply, but otherwise said nothing to him.

"I'll help you find Victor, I need to take him home anyway," she said after Tobias had bid a farewell to the doctor who had saved his life. She was still surprised that he felt well enough to be up and about; whatever Doc Mitchell had done worked far better than she ever would have expected. The gift of a pip boy was no small gesture either, they were pretty rare now and she had witnessed someone kill for one back in New Vegas. It would certainly be a useful tool for his line of work, being a courier and all. Her father had one, and kept her mother's too, but both had long since been broken, and while he was perfectly capable of fixing them, chose not to, for whatever reason.

Quinn started down the dirt path leading from the house to the road, not exactly sure where Victor would have rolled off too, but she figured it wouldn't be too difficult to find him at this rate. She shrugged her duster on and shoulder her backpack, looking over her shoulder to make sure Tobias was following. "So, um, do you remember who shot you, or why?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.