Audio Recording 5/18/2788
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Time: 8:39 AM
Detected Voices: Gibson, Callie. Paladin, Danse.
Danse: No
Callie: Maxson already gave the okay said it was a great idea, even
Danse: Negative
Callie: Oh for the love of... I'm not a child; I only told you as a courtesy.
Danse: Again, negative. It's overrun with raiders.
Callie: Know what, never mind. John and I are going with or without your blessing
Danse: Knight... Callie... I can't in good faith let you do that. We've lost people there before
8:47 AM detected voice "Hancock, John."
John: So he does know your name!
Callie: shut it, Danse, I'm sorry, but we have to do this. So you can't stop me
Danse: And why do you have to
John: We lost a good friend to a raider whose boss is based out of there.
Danse: I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm pulling rank. I don't care what the Elder said; you're not going
John: and that's how you make her hate you
Callie: know what... suck a dick I'm going. Come on John
Danse: God damn it. Fine, know what you can go, but I'm coming with you.
Callie: What? No, that's too many people with me. John and Dogmeat are enough
Danse: You want my blessing? Then I'm coming with, end of story
Callie: ugh fine
Danse: do you have enough cores? Are you even taking your Power Armor? You should. What about ammo? Food and water?
Callie: yes, yes, yes also yes, and yes, fuck me, this is going to be a nightmare
John: I don't think now is the time.
Callie: I hate both of you
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Journal Title: This is fine
May 19
This is fine... this is fine this is.... Not fine. NOT FINE. We made it to Nuka's Metro, and inside the station was a raider slave pretending to be injured in an attempt to lure people in. I guess pulling at people's heartstrings is a trait all raiders share.
We're currently.... Riding the flipping metro. I am sitting on the floor, between John's legs, my face once again buried into Dogmeat's fur. Danse had to get out of his PA to walk around without shaking the cars; the problem is, this gave him more freedom, and he kept coming over every 5 minutes asking if I was okay and if I needed anything. He even started to badly sing a military cadence in an attempt to cheer me up... it didn't work, but it was a sweet thought.
No, I need... a distraction. The raider slave said it was a 3 in a half-hour ride, and we've only been on the tram for an hour. So I asked Danse to "search" the other cars for a while. I think John picked up on what I was doing or asking for ( because I was actively rubbing my head back n forth against his pants) because he piped up with
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