Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170129220241

The Retroriffic Man wrote: William sighed with relief when he managed to open the lid of a can of pre-war raviolli, the new yorker leaned in to savour the smell. Pre-war food beats most of what you can find out in the wild even though he wasn't entirely certain how it used to be prepared back in day.

William let the sauce covered pasta meat cushions slip down his gullet. This was the first breakfast with some notion of taste since he left Montana.

After his hunger was sated the former agent got the rest of the supplies and his old stuff and left the shack he had called home for the night. Without waking anyone up or telling em' he was going, William left the Indian village and embarked south, to Emerald City. The reservation sat quiet. He exited the way he had entered.

As William made his his way southwest, he passed through the evergreen forest again, and then soon was out onto open grasslands spotted with nothing more than rural homes and roads. The map showed him he'd hit Lake Washington before reaching the Emerald City. He had two choices. He could take the longer route, by going northwest around the lake and then south through Pioneer Square. He'd be passing through the more inhabited areas of the Royal Wasteland and thus the safer ones. Or, he could take the quicker route across the Lake Washington Memorial bridge, a straight shot towards Beacon Hull, but he'd be risking the potentionally sketchy areas of the city.

It was up to him.

Abel nodded to Tim.

"Then let me show you what you'll be doing." He said, leading them over to a map on a bulletin board.

"The only places with the technology to broadcast to the Emergency Frequency are the two vaults in the Seattle area.  Both have been opened for a long time now."

"Here is Pioneer Square." He pointed to it. "Here is Vault 253.  Pioneer Square is the home of descendants of the dwellers from Vault 212.  They're aligned with us, and will answer any questions you have.  If someone used their tech to broadcast on the Frequency, they'll know and tell you."

He grimaced. "Vault 253... is another story.  They're tribals. And they're... weird.  Not dangerous.  Just weird.  You might have more trouble with them.  I'd check both, as they could both be the source, before coming back here."

He turned to the seven of them. "Questions?"