โImpressive. Well if you can fix it itโs yours. I have no need for that.โ
She said walking over to a pile of neatly stackedโฆ cases. Inventory thatโs more important she can ever sell or trade. Cases of brand new unused pipboys.
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Taking screws out she opened the shell of the radio and peered inside, looking over the parts she smiled a little at the condition of it. Seemed already she was thinking of ways to fix it by the expression on her face.
โThe other draw has some tools inwas using to try and fix it. I throw caps and grenades at my problems. I have no time for trying to figure it out.โ
She sighed and sat down In a chair to watch her work.
โYou taught yourself or learn from someone how to do all of this?โ
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It didn't look great but Ivory seemed somewhat pleased with what she saw, the little gears ticking in her head she gently picked it up and looked over it closer.
"Do you have any tools I could use? Turning screws isn't very comfortable with a fingernail."
Inside of the house. A lot of time and effort went into it, not a crack or leak present, but it is quite gloomy still. No paint, no refurbished appliances. She opened one of the draws near the tv and showed her what was left of the radio.
โI do. It costed a lot of caps for me to get people to do the plumbing. Anyways, I do have a HAM radio, unfortunately itโs never been used so I donโt even know if itโs functional. Come.โ
She got up, putting the blanket on the chair and tossing her coffee out before leading her >
"I'll.. Stick to robots. And a bed.. Yeah, that sounds lovely right about now. And you have running water, that's lovely."
Ivory replied calmly, looking away from the woman for a moment before speaking up again.
"Do you.. Have a radio by any chance? Specifically a ham radio?"
โI usually just.. fuck them. And take two rad xโs later. They tore easily. Theyโre more pathetic than they look.โ So anyways. A bed yeah?
๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝCanโt take a bath until the storm passes but thereโs a bed inside of you want it. Second door on your left.โ
+ left in her possession was an ivory handled knife. But she at the very least looked healthy despite her current circumstances, though she looked rather tired. Which from her story was understandable.
โNice to meet you, but I donโt give out my name. Once youโre done warming up over there, come grab yourself some blam co. Anyways, where are you coming from?โ
The mystery woman asked, staring at Ivory rather carefully.
โAnd why arenโt you carrying meds? Itโs important.โ
It was a sloppy catch and looked ridiculous but at the very least she caught it. A slight rose tint formed on her cheeks from embarrassment, taking a moment to get back some composure she spoke.
"Hi and thank you, I.. Am Ivory."
She replied in a soft and calm tone of voice.
seeing one of her kind, she immediately welcomed the person.
Ofcourse her weapon was drawn though, just off to her side.
There are two sources of fire on the porch, a small cooking station blocked off by block and an empty oil drum burning for strangers off to the other side>
A lone woman slowly approached the house, the Geiger counter strapped to her hip ticked harshly at each bolt of radioactive lightning. Having little choice but to seek shelter she waved at the stranger as if she asked to approach, the last thing she wanted was to provoke them.