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((Fine by me, and don't forget Rosetta, she likes the match :3 ))

Rosetta sat on her bed, and Molly crawled on her lap. She looked over at Samantha, "No, not at all. I mean everyone claimed that there were aliens back then, and I mean everyone thought monsters weren't real, but we proved that wrong, they attack us everyday." She then turned to Molly and smiled, rubbing her face between her hands, "How's my baby?" She asked in a gushing voice. Her and Molly have seen a lot, to her Molly May as well have been her sister in a way.

[dany]

Samantha tossed her backpack on the ground on top of the blankets, planning on just sleeping on that as is.
"What do you mean back then? Before the war? I've seen few things that were truly preserved from the war..." she sighed, laying her head down on her backpack and looking at the tent's ceiling.

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Rosetta laid back on her pillows, with Molly tiring on her stomach. "Yes, and there are a lot of books that are still preserved, some merchants don't even bother to check the damn book before they sell it. If you want I have a whole pack full of books from before if you want to check it out?" Rosetta stared at the ceiling thinking about the days events, realizing she never told the wanderer her name. "Rosetta." Was all as said, hoping the girl would just answer and leave it at that. She only told her if she needed to speak to her in the future.

[dany]

"No...I mean...completely untouched. Full only of the hell that it held in the beginnings. Your name? Huh, never caught that, I guess. Samantha, if you still didn't know, but Sam is preferred."

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"Well my father actually just wanted me to to be called rose, but my mother fought with him, 'if she going to have a name, let it be something people will remember.'"she quoted her mother's stories of her father. She always could see the adoration in her eyes when she talked about him. It was like she was talking to him once more, in a safe land full of grass and trees. Rosetta shook her head as she felt the beginning of tears, Damn it! she yelled in her thoughts, I haven't cried in years and now the first time a strange spends the night in my house I start to whimper? Get ahold of yourself Rosetta!

[Denver -writes poems drinks wine-, Puts the "hot" in psychotic]

"Yes, we were..." she said, watching him carefully. "Before you fell ill. Are you doing alright?" she questioned once more, not wanting to press the matter

[dany]

Samantha cocked an eyebrow, not caring to feel too sorry for this girl. At least her father might still be alive and she hadn't watched him die. Upon noticing a few tears, she asked, "Do you think he might still be alive?"

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Rosetta swallowed, hoping she couldn't hear her voice crack, "Well... everything I've seen tells me he's dead, but ... There's this lingering feeling that he's alive and well. They only thing I'm worried about is if he's alive, why hasn't he tried to find me? He probably doesn't even want me. He's probably drinking a bottle of whiskey saying, 'Ha! That bitch thinks I'm going to come back after she's had kids? I'm no father, I hope the kid is dead. Saves me a whole bunch of trouble.'" Rosetta had gone over the conversation in her head times before. This was the first time she voices them.

[dany]

Samantha exhaled through her nose, thinking about it for a moment. "I would tell you not to think things like that, but it's not something I'm entirely familiar with. Personally, at least. But you can't be sure of anything right now. Maybe I'll see if I can remember any mention of him back home."

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Rosetta sighed, "Ya." Was all she said. She wasn't going to hold Samantha to that, she was often told things like that, 'oh well if you come back in a few days maybe I'll remember something,' or ' I don't recall, but let me think about it for a while.' All ending with the same answer, no. Rosetta turned on her side, hugging Molly to her chest. "If you don't like the light just pour some dirty water on the fire."

[dany]

"Nah, it's fine. Like I said, I've been in this position before. Well, I guess it's time to sleep at this point." But Samantha wouldn't be sleeping, no; not alone with someone she's just met.

[Coben [Arming the strong, aiding the weak]]

"Never been better" Coben said as he walked back into the tent. "Just needed a little fresh air, I guess. He sat back down in the chair he had vacated earlier and casually set his Eyebot in his lap. Powering it down, he removed the back plate and began fiddling with its insides. "These things were never meant to travel this far" he said to Eden, hoping to change the subject. "They were supposed to patrol during the day and go back to some Enclave supply depot every night to be maintenanced."

[Denver -writes poems drinks wine-, Puts the "hot" in psychotic]

"How did you get one?" She asked, sitting down once more across from him. She hadn't seen anyone else with their own personal little thing following them around. She was ever the curious type, Eden was

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Rosetta was not scared that Samantha would try to kill her in her sleep, surprisingly. But she did have a feeling that the girl would be out of her life soon, so that made her happy, she like it when people just stayed for a day or two and then left. When she could hear the faint sound of Molly snorting she found herself drifting off to sleep as well.

[Coben [Arming the strong, aiding the weak]]

"Well, the Enclave made them readily available if nothing else." Coben said, smiling wider at the memory. "They had tons of them out wandering the wasteland projecting the Enclave's 'message of hope'. Pretty much just flying radios. But to deter people from stealing them, the Enclave had a habit of rigging about every other one to explode. If you tried to capture one that was rigged, you'd get a face full of shrapnel and probably lose a finger or two. If you got one that wasn't, you got a ball of sheet metal, cheap computer parts, and a weak repulsor generator. Needless to say, few people bothered them. Somebody dared me to catch one, so I rigged up this old launch tube with a bunch of capacitors and an energy director" Coben clamped the Eyebot in between his knees and held his hands out in front of him, pantomiming a tube about three feet long and six inches in diameter. "Waited for one to show up, and blasted it with a huge wave of electricity." he shrugged "Well, huge enough anyway. The thing fell like a rock. Burned out every circuit and connection it had. So I took it back to the guy, got the ten caps he'd wagered me with, took it back home and got it fixed up. That was... must have been five or six years ago at least. Anyway, I amped up the repulsor a bit so it could keep up, gave it some rangefinding and windage equipment, and now it spots for me." he finished, reaching over his shoulder with his left hand and tapping the barrel of the sniper rifle slung across his back.

[Denver -writes poems drinks wine-, Puts the "hot" in psychotic]

Eden listened, eyes glistening with excitement as she listened to the tale. She always enjoyed stories, and the way he seemed happy as he retold the past seemed very intriguing to her.

[Coben [Arming the strong, aiding the weak]]

"He's served me well, and he doesn't take up resources like a human spotter would." Coben pried something out of the Eyebot's casing, and held it up to the light: a piece of mishapen brown glass the size of a small marble. "It really doesnt like sand, though, and some of those gears get pretty hot."

[Denver -writes poems drinks wine-, Puts the "hot" in psychotic]

She smiled, "Did you name him or anything? I feel like I would've named him" she laughed, fiddling her hair into a misshapen braid to keep it out of her face. "He's a rather cute little thing"

[Coben [Arming the strong, aiding the weak]]

"I've always just called him 'spotter', but some other people have called him all sorts of things. 'Sparky' being one of the more common." Coben screwed the plate back on and reactivated the Eyebot, which immediately lifted back up into the air. He breathed a sigh of relief. "I worry a little every time he malfunctions. Even after getting his hardware and software uphraded, he's not too bright. But he's the closest thing I have to a friend most of the time." Coben snorted "That sounded a lot less pathetic in my head."

[Denver -writes poems drinks wine-, Puts the "hot" in psychotic]

Eden giggled, "You seem very fond of him. He is probably a very good partner. Or pet. After all, pets are very hard to come by." Eden wished she had a pet, always had. She'd read books about them, small dogs, living dogs, without rabies and obedient. It was far less traditional for any tamed animals to be owned casually

[Coben [Arming the strong, aiding the weak]]

His task finished, Coben leaned back in his chair and yawned. "Sorry, it's been a long day." he said. "What sort of accommodations do they have here? At this point I'd be more than happy to sleep in this chair."

((I think everyone else is ready to skip to morning.))

[dany]

((Eden should tell him about the fights))

[Denver -writes poems drinks wine-, Puts the "hot" in psychotic]

((sounds good))
Eden curled her legs beneath herself. "This is probably the best place to sleep for now." she said, a small yawn escape her thin lips. "We can find you somewhere else tomorrow, if you plan on staying."

[Coben [Arming the strong, aiding the weak]]

"I'll be here for a while" Coben replied, closing his eyes. "Not sure how long, but a while." especially if there are artifacts from the war here. he thought to himself. I just hope this faction war doesn't get in the way.

[dany]

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[Coben [Arming the strong, aiding the weak]]

((I would go ahead and skip to morning, Coben can find out about the arena the next day))