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"The Golden Grin Casino, Eh? Sounds good to me, Lead the way, Unknown stranger!" Claptrap said with excitement. With a spring in his step and a smile on his... face? He soon followed behind the man.

"So buddy, You got a name I can call you?" He asked.

*As Claptrap finished his sentence, a small smirk appeared on Jiro's face. As the two made their way to the Golden Grin Casino, Claptrap asked him what his name was. Though Jiro, would have preferred to give the robot his actual name, he instead gave the robot his alias. "Jiro." He didn't seem trust this fellow... At least not yet, anyway.*

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*As Jiro approached the Golden Grin Casino, along with Claptrap, he looked up at the large, "Golden Grin," that was located above the main entrance. With the added blue, white, and yellow lights, the Grin twinkled a bit... Jiro cleared his throat, and said, "Let's get rich..." That was one of the few sentences Jiro could actually speak in English, thanks to Wolf.*

"Now you're talking, Let's get in there and win big!" Claptrap cheered, His intentions set on winning big by Gambling, Unaware of what devious plot, Jiro may have, Claptrap set wheel inside the Golden Grin Casino, taking in the unusually bright visuals.

@Nathan Steele
@Whoever may be inside the GGC

Jack Looked towards his right. He saw a short man wearing old armor...Made of simple materials such as steel, iron, and.....fur? Jack never seen fur like that.....he seen Bramin fur...Big Horner fur, yuo gui fur, and even death claw fur. He turn to his friends, well acquaintances. He barely knew these people, but they seamed like the type you can trust. "Well, lets go see if that short man needs help. Lets call it a mission." Jack said calmly. He grabbed his weapons in order. He checked his pipboy. Plasma rife, check. Plasma pistol? Check. 12mm pistol, Chinese assault rifle, and combat shotgun? Check, check, and check. He turn to the man raven was talking to. "your welcome to come, if you like." His mentat buzz was still going, and he loved it. He ran after the small man. He looked tribal in nature, but there was something off. Even though he was far ahead of him, Jack was gaining. He yelled to him. "WAIT! I just want to talk to you!!" He was slowly gaining. He was in V.AT.S Range, and even on his E.F.S. It said he was friendly. "SLOW DOWN!"He said as he ran. He kept running after him. He was close now. Then, he hit someone. Hard. It was a girl. E.F.S said friendly. But he watched as the small man turn the corner. "Shit" he said as he hit the ground, right on top of her. That couldn't be very comfortable. He thought. He also lost the man. He got off the girl. "im soo sorry madam, I should have watched my E.F.S. although it doesn't tell me when someone's close to me"....he checked his pipboy. No major fractures on him. Armor, you got to love it. He pulled the girl up, sighing. He definitely wasn't used to this many people. "hope your not hurt badly, but if you are, I can fix it. Nothing a stimpack and a doctors bag cant cure" He saw raven come after him.

@Never
@Kat
@Zak
@Thorin
@Anyone who sees, or hears me running.
@york

Raven sighed and floated after him, a bored expression on her face.

Lightning watched her throw the blade. "You really think that is going to help you? A little dagger like that is going to help you win battles? Then you are mistaken."

@Mrdubwubs
@ResistingTheEnlightened

He looked at both females, somewhat unsure of what to do as the sirens kept coming closer, his shotgun firing two more shells as it flung outward. Leo kept behind cover as he opened the passenger seat, removed the handcuffs, and looked at the girl "You run or stay, not my call anymore!" Leo turned back to cover of the cruiser as he kept firing, until the shotgun clicked empty as he begun to place the new shotgun shells into the gun. Yet what elevated him was not that, but rather the sound of a tape recorder telling him to.. Get down? Spread his arms? He turned around to look at the masked man before he pulled up the Remmy at him "Get down! Put the weapon down, now!"

@Mrdubwubs
@rose36
@Xibilation
@DapperDogman

Thorin kept moving trying to gain a sense of what he was seeing. Unfortunately the bright lights, tall buildings, horseless carriages, and mass amounts of people, was a sensory overload. He was beginning to feel the effects of culture shock. Just when Thorin was beginning to wish he was back home. Home...what home? Smaug currently occupies it, and...who knows if they can even banish him from Erebor? No, he mustn't think that way...he is King under the Mountain and his clansfolk need him. Yet how can he help them being spirited away to such a ridiculous place?! A place, he knows not a thing about nor how to leave it!

He kept on moving, becoming strained by being cramped in the city sidewalks. He turned almost missing someone shouting from behind. He looked back from the corner he just passed to see some guy picking up a woman he must have ran over. It seemed like a harmless enough occurrence and one that the people around him don't seem to find abnormal. He was about to leave from their sight when he saw a cloaked woman floating behind them. Even knowing that this world is beyond the norm for him, a flying person has to be outrageous even for the Men of this world wandering around him. She seemed dark and mysterious...and didn't quite like the look of her. She seemed even more suspicious than the people around him. He then slowly backed up and began to walk away.



@Death
@York
@Kat

Jack then saw the small man, he had stopped moving and was looking around the corner. He straighten his gasmask helmet and trench coat. "Im sorry, But I must be off, have a.....um....whats the term....good day?" Jack said quickly. He started running, but dropped a note. The note said "I need to talk to you." It was from one of his missions, but, he already downloaded it to his pipboy, so he was fine. He didn't even notice it. He ran to the smallish man, finally catching up with him. "I just want to talk to you! Stop please!" Jack yelled. He wished he had his mezzmetron. The man was defiantly wasn't from here, maybe he was like him? From another time.....although...this wasn't the history he knew about. Different dimension? Probably. New dimension, new rules. Now he defiantly seen it all.
"just stop, Ill explain things to you!"

Thorin moved further away when he heard a shout from behind him once more. He slowly turned to see that same Man in a helmet of sorts speak to him. So, he was shouting at him like before. Thorin just stood and looked at the man with mistrust painted clearly upon his countenance. Thorin wasn't sure if he should listen to this person. The last Man of this land to speak to him was also after whatever riches he possessed. Would this Man be any different? Still he seemed quite eager to converse with him. Should he listen?

Thorin stared as he said something peculiar. "Explain things?" Thorin echoed. "Explain, what? All of this?" He waved his hand to the world around them. He then squinted his eyes at him. "Why?" He inquisitively asked. "Why would you be so quick to assist me where others seem content to leave me be?"

@Death

It was with only the help of the brick wall Charles was able to slump into the car. Plopping into the worn, soft material cush that was the drivers seat, Snippy shut the door and adjusted the mirror. On the pasengers seat was a can of pineapples and a wrench. Grasping the metal wrench, and can, he began to attempt to open the pineapples.
"...Fine dining."
He sighed with immense regret, considering the dull feeling of hunger in his stomach.
The incredibly expired can of pineapple slices would not open for him. Not with a tiny wrench, in any case.

"Good hotel amenities are hard to obtain when your status is questionable!" the talking pet rock chimed from his pocket.

"My status is not questionable!" He argued.

"Yes it is. I have a confirmation of such from the bicycle wrench you are holding." The pet rock persisted.

"Let me guess, the wrench is also alive?" He asked.

"Yes." The rock said. "Also, it disapproves of your unlicensed usage of its intended function. It is a bicycle wrench, not a can opener."

"What's it gonna do about it?" He banged the wrench against the pineapple can.

"File a lawsuit against your person." The pet rock chimed. "As useless as it may seem against a questionable user."

"Why is that I can hear you, but not this wrench?" He inquired, wiggling the wrench back and forth.

"Not everything has a in-built speaker, you dolt." Answered the pocket rock.

He considered throwing the rude pet rock out the window and going iut to hang out out with barflies, but then he remembered barflies are  far worse conversationalist than a rock.

"...incoming lawsuit: Improper tool operation!" The rock chimed.

"If I had a credit every time someone filed a lawsuit against me..." he started off on a rant about my infinite debt.

"You'd have a whole lot of lawsuits on your hands... and I'm not a very good lawyer, just so you know." the pet rock interrupted him.

"Eh, my clothes made for a pretty good law firm." He spoke, thinking about the Biomatrix. "They even managed to enslave 116 planets, I hear."

"Sure they did, buddy, sure they did." The rock sounded unconvinced.

"Don't believe me?" Charles  raised an eyebrow, considering whether he could tell the story believably. It didn't hold together in any such fashion in his head, sounding like the ramblings of a drunken hobo who just switched his special meds for worse ones.
"Beings from outer space made an evil copy of my underpants and it came back to haunt me as a scarf. The villainous scarf rearranged my organs, made me into a time-traveler and gave me superhuman strength. Also, it grew antlers on my head. Then, a humongous, diamond-shaped flying fortress shredded it with a lightning bolt." Damn it. That doesn't sound very credible.

"My clothes had a DRM virus that spread across the galaxy copyrighting all the things!" Snippy finally outputted.

"Uhuh. Suuuure. That happened." The pet rock continued to mock his inability to tell his story plausibly.

"You know what! You are a dumb talking rock, you don't know nothing!" The pencil pusher  replied and angrily stared at the Pineapple can, pondering whether hitting it with his pet rock or dropping it from the top floor window of a hotel would do the trick.

Explain things?" The man echoed. "Explain, what? All of this?" He waved his hand to the world around them. He then squinted his eyes at him. "Why?" He inquisitively asked. "Why would you be so quick to assist me where others seem content to leave me be?"

Jack looked at the man. He felt a small twinge of empathy. "Yes I can explain most of this. Im from a different world two. A world were most of the water you would see is poisoned, a world were people fought for scattered resources, A world were doing good got you dead, a world were you have to scavenge to survive. You are obviously from another world, or time. I came from the year 2278, a time of great suffering. War dominated this time. As I was trying to save it, I was transported here. Apparently, its the year 2015, on a different timescale from my own. The history doesn't make sense.
And why would I assist you? I made a deal with my dad. I protect and help everyone I see, he doesn't kick my ass. Now, tell me your name." Jack said whole heartily. He felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Even though he didn't fully understand it, he was in another dimension, were it was the past, and history was different. He now knew that, now he had to come to terms with it.

Thorin gave him an incredulous look. "What...I do not understand the words you speak of?" Thorin looked hoplessly confused. He continued to listen to the man as he explained his duty to others. A noble task, but, is it truthful? He found it rather difficult to believe any of the words he speaks of. Especially when the Man does not show his face. He then asks for a name. He took a deep breath and spoke, "I am Thorin, Son of Thrain, Son of Thrór." He didn't wish to be rude, but politeness does not mean trust. He would've added his titles as well, but, he had the distinct feeling the Man would not understand that he is of royalty.

Jack looked at him curiously. "Thorin? may I call you Thor? Easier to say, you know. I see this is going to be awhile. Look, you were transported here. like, you were sent here. By what, I do not know. I came here, as confused as you are. Actually, im still confused. But your in another place, at a different time. This world is strange, I know this. Im from a wasteland of radiation, a type of poison. It sinks into the water, air, and even ground. But, you look nervous. Probably by my armor huh? Well," Jack pulled off his helmet, revealing a rough beard, blue eyes, and long shaggy hair. "Better? By the way, my names jack." Jack put out his hand for a hand shake.

ResistingTheEnlightened wrote:He looked at both females, somewhat unsure of what to do as the sirens kept coming closer, his shotgun firing two more shells as it flung outward. Leo kept behind cover as he opened the passenger seat, removed the handcuffs, and looked at the girl "You run or stay, not my call anymore!" Leo turned back to cover of the cruiser as he kept firing, until the shotgun clicked empty as he begun to place the new shotgun shells into the gun. Yet what elevated him was not that, but rather the sound of a tape recorder telling him to.. Get down? Spread his arms? He turned around to look at the masked man before he pulled up the Remmy at him "Get down! Put the weapon down, now!"

@Mrdubwubs
@rose36
@Xibilation
@DapperDogman

Jacket didn't even flinch as he pushes the barrel of his gun into the male's chest and tightens his finger on the trigger, mere ounces of pressure from pulling the trigger fully and blowing a hole the size of a small melon in the officer's chest

The eyes behind the mask spoke of challenge, as if daring the officer to try it, to see what he did in return

Of course, up close, it was clear the male was wearing armour under his jacket, a thing, lightweight bulletproof vest most likely, barely visible, but still an obstacle

"A̗͡r͉̯̫̱̥͟m̟̩̀s͚̪͔͉ ̡o̬̮̟̳u̷̖̬̦͇͕͔t̸̤st̹͕́r͖̹̥e̛̫t̳͍c̖̠̤̟h̳̦̫̯ͅe͏̱̠̹̞͚͍͖d̵̳͚̲̼" the voice commands once more "N̤͍̝͍͎̮̬o͙͎̝̳͔w̰"

@ResistingTheEnlightened

Thorin didn't quite like being saddled with a nickname, but he will allow it to slide. He still found his words hard to swallow, different worlds, times? It sounded completely insane, but him being here...is just as insane. Yet his words did strike true, he was taken from his land and placed here, perhaps there is something more to all of this. He then looked upon the Man's face and felt a little more comfortable. He then held out his hand as Thorin looked at it. A bit wary, he accepted the hand and held on to it for the shake. "Jack? Well, greetings to you."

Jack took his hand and griped it tightly. He had a strong grip. "You....to I guess. So, were you from? Azgarde or something?" Jack said almost jokingly. He looked at his pipboy to see the time. It was 12:57. Almost 1:00aam. "Its 12:57, Its real late, so we might need a bed to sleep. Ever heard of a motel?" Jack asked. He pulled out his tin of mentats. His buzz was going off. He opened the tin and ate one of the mints. But were was his manners? "want a mentat? Makes you smarter, and more persuasive." He asked.

Death2077 wrote:Jack Looked towards his right. He saw a short man wearing old armor...Made of simple materials such as steel, iron, and.....fur? Jack never seen fur like that.....he seen Bramin fur...Big Horner fur, yuo gui fur, and even death claw fur. He turn to his friends, well acquaintances. He barely knew these people, but they seamed like the type you can trust. "Well, lets go see if that short man needs help. Lets call it a mission." Jack said calmly. He grabbed his weapons in order. He checked his pipboy. Plasma rife, check. Plasma pistol? Check. 12mm pistol, Chinese assault rifle, and combat shotgun? Check, check, and check. He turn to the man raven was talking to. "your welcome to come, if you like." His mentat buzz was still going, and he loved it. He ran after the small man. He looked tribal in nature, but there was something off. Even though he was far ahead of him, Jack was gaining. He yelled to him. "WAIT! I just want to talk to you!!" He was slowly gaining. He was in V.AT.S Range, and even on his E.F.S. It said he was friendly. "SLOW DOWN!"He said as he ran. He kept running after him. He was close now. Then, he hit someone. Hard. It was a girl. E.F.S said friendly. But he watched as the small man turn the corner. "Shit" he said as he hit the ground, right on top of her. That couldn't be very comfortable. He thought. He also lost the man. He got off the girl. "im soo sorry madam, I should have watched my E.F.S. although it doesn't tell me when someone's close to me"....he checked his pipboy. No major fractures on him. Armor, you got to love it. He pulled the girl up, sighing. He definitely wasn't used to this many people. "hope your not hurt badly, but if you are, I can fix it. Nothing a stimpack and a doctors bag cant cure" He saw raven come after him.

@Never
@Kat
@Zak
@Thorin
@Anyone who sees, or hears me running.
@york

Zoe followed the sounds of footsteps, not quite sure if she was following the same person anymore... However, sooner or later, she appeared to have caught up to, well, someone; not the person of interest whom she had been running after, but, still, someone indeed. Though, before she could greet him, she realized too late that they were about to collide head on, in mere seconds she was sprawled out on the floor, the person whom she had run into ontop of her... How awkward. "Well... I see we were both headed places..." Zoey grunted, getting herself up as she dusted herself off, looking her arms over for a few moments. "I'll be fine... What about you?" Zoey asked, blowing a small strand of hair out of her face as she spoke, looking more confused than anything about all of this.

Thorin released his grip as he looked at the man quizzically. "No, I am from...," he then paused. His thoughts drifted to Erebor and his quest. He then shook his head, "I apologize...uh, I come from the lands of Middle-Earth." Thorin responded. "What, motel? You use quite the strangest words I have ever heard of. But, no, I never heard of a motel." He spoke. He then look suspiciously at the pills he was offered. "I have never heard of such a thing, a men-tat? How can it do the things you claim?" He asked obviously confused.

"I apologize...uh, I come from the lands of Middle-Earth." Thor said. Well, he wasn't expecting to understand him. Jack wondered what was middle earth. Must be some medieval country. "Never heard of middle earth before, but before you freak out, I felt the same."

"What, motel? You use quite the strangest words I have ever heard of. But, no, I never heard of a motel."

"Well a motel is a place were you rent a room so you can sleep. Sometimes there nice, sometimes....not." Jack thought of all the times he slept in a motel filled with lice. He shivered.

"I have never heard of such a thing, a men-tat? How can it do the things you claim?"

"well, I don't really know, but it has a plant that helps with your cognitive ability, basically brainpower. One mint, and your smarter than a Rocket ghoul" Jack said like a salesman. He started wandering were Tak and Raven were, but he knew they were safe....no way they could die that easily. Probably even got a room. "So you should try it, see how it taste, and how you feel."

Thorin looked at the mentat and sort of sniffed it, he then shook his head. "Keep it, Jack...I just don't feel hungry at the moment." He answered. "So, he hasn't heard of Middle-Earth? Then possibly no one else here will." Thorin thought to himself. The motel he described sounds alot like a tavern to Thorin. "Perhaps that is what they call it here." Thorin thought again. "Well if it's lodgings you seek, then, I see no reason not to seek some shelter myself." Thorin responded. "I just hope my coins are worth something in this...er, world." He said awkwardly.

Takeo popped out next to Jack, a questionable look on his face. Who are you? he asked, cautious of him. He analyzed him and immediately knew he was not from this world. He has seen many paranormal things in his life..Including a zombie in a space suit on the moon..Crazy right? Takeo looked at him closely once again, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Thorin turned to the Man who just appeared from out of nowhere. Defensively, Thorin too narrowed his eyes at the Man. "And just who wishes to know?" Thorin responded in curt. He then spoke to Jack. "Do you know this Man?" He asked never taking his eyes off of (Takeo).

Jack looked at Thor. "Coins? Depends on the coin, Im not even sure my caps are worth anything. But, take the mentat, whenever you need it, just use it." Jack gave Thor the mentat. "Ok, lets get going, the motel should be in this direction." Jack said as he walked east, torwds a hovel of a motel, called "The Pigsty"
It was dirty on the outside, with darkened white walls and dark red door. Half the windows were cracked or broken, and there were only 3 rooms. Jack turned to Thor.
"well, aint no Tenpenny tower, but it will do, don't you think?" Jack asked. He was actually pleased with the place. It reminded him of home. He walked up to the booth that sold the keys. A burly man was in the booth. "10$ a night."The man said. Jack Pulled out 10 bottle caps. The man looked at him with contempt. "What are you wise guy? Scram!" Jack cursed under his breath. "Thor, pay the man, because bottle caps are useless now.

My curiosity wishes to know. Takeo responded. Jack do you also know this man? he asked. He stared at the man, tension building up.

Thorin looked towards Jack who seemed to be leading him to these lodgings. Thorin looked back at the new man and followed Jack. Yet he kept an eye on the stranger for good measure. "Curiosity." He scoffed. He then noticed how Jack's form of currency was not working, and despite the tension he feels coming from the other Man, Thorin looked towards the burly innkeeper and handed him a few golden coins. "I hope this will suffice for pay." Thorin spoke. He still awaits for Jack to answer his previous question, as he continues to keep an eye out for (Takeo).