Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180717160932/@comment-3293219-20180819111743

Head Scribe Antwiler had thus far been true to her word. She had put a lot of effort into improving the water purifier in the Vault and had reworked the console to make it harder for outside forces to gain entry.

Every day was like a new challenge for her, getting up, seeing what was working and what wasn't and then they would try to find something else to fix. At first, it made the Vault Dwellers nervous but after learning that there wasn't supposed to be small specs of, what they thought to be, dust floating in their drinking water, they found themselves greatful for her improvements.

Obviously, with things returning to the way that they were, it meant that things were quiet... and rather boring for the combat orriented residents.

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Hamilton had spent most of his time at the shooting range, not liking this Vault stuff in the slightest. It brought back a lot of bad memories, memories of 101 and 95. As a result, he planned on leaving soon, though for now, he'd get over his overhaul and practice at the shooting range.

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"Hmm... Well, we could help people in other ways." Jerusalem shrugged, pulling herself in and pressing herself against him.

"We could stop one of them completely..."