Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170201171303

"Oh that thing." The soldier said, sighing, as if this was a problem he'd already dealt with and hoped would go away.

"In the pub down the street." He pointed to one of the many jazz clubs on the green side. "They've been going on about the radio all day.  It's just one big discussion in there.  Most of what they're saying is either made up, guesswork, or nonsense, but that's the only place concerned with it. Everyone else just wrote it off as one more strange happening in the Emerald City.  The unusual is pretty usual here."

The soldier glanced over at where his men were lifting up the struggling orange-sider,, preparing to bring him into custody.

"If you think it might have something to do with the Vault, I doubt it.  We keep a full guard there.  It's our source of food and water, after all.  If anything had gone down there, I'd have known."

He tipped his helmet to them. "Good luck with your investigation." He then turned, and followed after his men.