Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170203011645

The voices of the pub joined alongside Deaphanie as she took up the last chorus, the music reaching it's high point.

Then the pubgoers finished the song off by shouting all at once.

"The Lord bless Charlie Mops!" And with that, the music cut out.

Then there was cheering and clapping, and everyone began to drink and grew quite intoxicated relatively quickly.

"You're good fun, mate." Ward's friend said, punching him on the arm, and then exclaimed. "Wow, you're solid!"

He nodded up at Deaphanie at her perch on the bar and tipped an imaginary hat. "Thanks for the save, miss!"

And then he went of to go drown in booze.

Jimmy was greeted by a very tranquil room, that looked like it should not have all been at the top of the Space Needle.

A man sat alone in the center of the room. Not a ghoul, but a man perhaps in his late fifties, with a shaved head, and a goatee, with his back to Jim. Whatever this room was, it was certainly calming, and it relaxed him. Was there a bird singing somewhere?

"Come in." The man, likely the High Lama invited him. "Sit with me."

"Excellent!  The facility is fully automated.  All it needs is power.  And unfortunately, that means we need a generator, since the power lines to this place were cut off a long time ago.  A fusion core would work fine, and could replace our damaged reactor.  We'd just need once first, and the only people who have fusion cores are those idiots walking around in power armour." Earl said grumpily. "They shoot at me when they walk by.  It's incredibly rude."