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Announcement 001

[Whether you're waking up in the clinic just now, or have already done so and are now wandering the halls, a sudden screech of microphone feedback blares over the speakers before fading back out.

A moment later, a woman clears her throat. Her voice is husky and mature, but still feminine, and overall she sounds very authoritative...if not a bit sarcastic.]

Good evening, and welcome to the new school year. I hope your arrival was a pleasant one, last year everybody threw-up from motion sickness, it was quite messy.

[There's a long pause as she seems to think, or perhaps just let any anticipated bustling chatter calm down.] Now, you're all intelligent human beings...for the most part. But I suppose I'll pretend I'm talking to the insipid uneducated masses for a moment; it shouldn't prove too difficult.

[She clears he throat again.] In every hall, you shall find a small intercom. You may use that to ask me any questions after my announcements and "privately" converse. Now, if you head North down one of the halls near the clinic in the Central Wing and keep going, you'll eventually come to either the West or East Dorm Wings, depending on which fork in the road you chose. There you'll find all necessary bunk beds and spare socks.

So, make sure you're all well rested for class in the morning; we wouldn't want to get a failing grade now would we?

[And with that, there's another burst of feedback before her announcement abruptly ends. Anybody who had been wandering the halls will notice a distinct lack of...well, anybody else aside from new arrivals, the Nurse, and the Lunch Lady.

The strange woman over the loudspeakers may have mentioned classes, but the school seemed completely devoid of any teachers to provide those classes. In fact, a lot of things seemed...off.]

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[Roy startles at the sudden shout, raising his gun and pointing it every which way before it settles for aiming where the voice came from. He thought at first it was a raider, but he sounded too...authoritative.

That doesn't calm him down any more, though. FBI?]

I ain't puttin' down shit! Just...stay away from me, all right?

[He sounds more nervous than threatening.]

[Norman has never been in this sort situation before, so he's nervous himself. This kid really seems on edge.]

Listen... I went through school too, I know how tough it can be. You don't have to do this. Just put down the gun and we can talk it over, all right?

[It's a good sign that the kid sounds more nervous than threatening. It shows that he must still have doubts about what he's doing. That he can still be talked down from it. Norman hasn't seen any other students on this campus so far, but that doesn't mean they aren't there.]

You don't wanna do anything you'll regret.

[Roy's brows knit together and for a moment he sounds genuinely confused.]

The hell are you talkin' about?

[Did this guy think he was some psychopath or something? Or maybe he thought Roy was the raider?]

Stop talkin' to me like I'm fuckin' crazy and back off!

[He sighs quietly, wishing he could call for backup right about now. Norman is a profiler, not someone who responds to these sorts of emergencies.]

I can't do that until you put the gun away. I don't want anyone here to get hurt!

[He glances around the corner again, getting a better look over the situation. Strange outfit the kid's wearing, but who knows with these nutjobs?]

What are you hoping to accomplish?

[Roy scoffs, getting a little more frustrated. Sure, the guy sounded reasonable, but he wasn't going to go putting his gun down for anyone out here, whether they sounded reasonable or not.]

I'm hopin' to accomplish not gettin' shot. Who are you anyway? You ain't a raider, don't sound nearly batshit enough. So tell me who you are.

...Huh? A raider?

[What exactly is this guy expecting to be confronted with wandering these halls? It is difficult for Norman to ignore the mysterious circumstances surrounding his arrival here, and as such he finds himself uncertain about whether he has the right idea talking to a stranger in these halls in that manner. There might be more to, well, everything, than seemed immediately apparent.]

Agent Norman Jayden. Who are you? Why do you think you'd be shot around here?

[Roy's tempted to move closer to where the voice is coming from, around that corner, but only takes about half a step before freaking himself out at the thought of getting shot.]

[He hesitates.] Roy.

[Even though his voice shakes a little with that nervous edge, he manages to sound incredulous.]

What're you new here? [Which is kind of funny coming from Roy, considering he's only been wandering the wastes for about a week.] Everyone either wants somethin' from you, or they just want to shoot you. Which one're you?

[Norman also stands his ground. This is a delicate situation, even if only because he made it so. It's starting to seem more and more likely that this Roy isn't what he thought.]

Yeah, I'm new.

[He considers adding that he has no fuckin' clue where he is or how he got there, but decides against it for now.]

Seeing as the last thing I want to do is shoot you, I'm not the second one. All I want from you is for you to lower your weapon. No one's gonna take well to a guy walking around a school with a gun drawn, y'know?

[Roy has no idea where he is either, but he assumes it's somewhere in the wasteland.]

Figures.

[He very slowly lowers his weapon so that it's pointing more towards the floor, but his grip on it doesn't loosen and he still seems to be on edge, if only slightly more calm.]

If you can just tell me where this buildin' is, I'll be on my way, dig?

[He glances again around the corner, noting how Roy's gun is no longer pointed directly ahead. In response, he decides to finally step away from that cover and face the stranger directly. Norman's own gun is held similarly, gripped tightly in both hands but pointed toward the floor. The suit he's wearing must appear in much better shape than Roy is used to seeing on the wasteland.]

I, er... don't know, actually. I was in D.C. before I got here, so I doubt it can be too far from there.

How did you get here?

[Roy takes notice right away of the stranger's put together appearance, finding it a little odd. Though if he's from a vault, it wouldn't be surprising. Then again, he's not wearing a vault suit. His mind swam with loads of questions, but when Jayden speaks he snaps himself out of it.]

I don't know, guy. I was in D.C too, just...I got surrounded by a group of those big yellow bastards and ducked into a building. [He pauses his story momentarily, realizing how silly it sounds.] Then I woke up in a nurse's office.

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[He frowns at "big yellow bastards," but decides not to give out a lecture on politically correct speech at this time.]

I fell asleep at my desk and woke up here too. Strange thing is all my calls keep getting dropped.

[But he hadn't tried leaving yet, and has no reason to believe he won't be able to. Curiosity has kept him from trying that straight away.]

Where were you headed? Maybe I could help get you there.

Calls? You got a radio?

[What use was it if it didn't work, though? His Pipboy doesn't seem to be displaying a map or playing his radio either.

Roy looks skeptical at the offer, but replies regardless.]

I was tryin' to get to Rivet City.

Nah, I have a cell phone.

[Though he could understand why someone would think he would have a radio, being involved in law enforcement.]

Rivet City? Where's that?

[Norman can't claim he knows the name of every city out there, but he'd like to think he was pretty knowledgeable about the areas around DC. Rivet City doesn't ring any bells.]

[Cell what? Must be some of that weird technology that Brotherhood of whatever the hell folk is always going on about.

Roy can't really judge too harshly, having only just heard of Rivet City himself.]

Right by the Jefferson Memorial, I've been told. Bigass warship that's apparently hard to miss. You ain't never heard of it either? Are you like, from a Vault or somethin' too?

[Norman stares at the kid, having just about lost him at the mention of a "bigass warship" near the Jefferson Memorial.]

There's nothing like that there.

[There is certainly something strange going on here. But hold on... from a vault?]

I'm not sure what you mean by that. Were you locked away or something?

Well that's what Three Dog told me.

[Unless that son of a bitch lied to him just so he could get Roy to do his dirty work. But...he's heard mention of Rivet City a few times.

He snaps out of his thoughts at the next question.]

Yeah...kinda, I guess. Where the hell are ya from? You said you were in D.C, yeah?

[And Roy's the one who lived under a rock...sheesh.]

Three Dog?

[Norman stares at Roy, face scrunched up in confusion. He's trying to make sense of all this, really, but today nothing much at all is sensible.]

Yeah. Like I said, I'm FBI. [He pulls out his FBI badge (slowly, as not to startle him) and flashes it for Roy to see.]

Look, if someone was keeping you locked up, you should really come with me so we can write up a report about it and keep you safe.

[Roy holds up his hands a moment, suddenly looking a little defensive once he sees the badge. Even though this guy didn't seem to be accusing him of anything he was still making Roy nervous. He never did well with authority figures.]

Look -- I don't think we're on the same page. Hell, I don't think we're even in the same fuckin' book. 101 ain't a prison or nothin'. It was...it's my home, ya dig?

[That isn't such an unusual reaction. Norman is used to his badge making people nervous. Very few people automatically felt comfortable in the presence of an FBI agent who's dressed up all fancy with a badge.]

...Sure. ["Ya dig"? Who says that anymore?]

You know what? I'm not gonna make you come with me or anything, but if you do want help getting somewhere... I'm happy to offer it.

[Get with the times, Norman!]

Like I said, I need to get to Rivet City. But ya seemed pretty convinced the place doesn't exist.

[Even if there's a chance he was totally dicked over, he has to check.]

But maybe ya can tell me if you've seen an older middle aged guy around here somewhere? Labcoat, 101 jumpsuit?

[Maybe there's a chance...]

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