FFF - On the road

You, Chastity, and QT set out under the gray sky.

The road is cracked and overgrown with dead weeds. Rusted hulks of derelict vehicles are everywhere, making the going difficult at times, but for the most part, it’s faster and easier to walk on pavement than it would be to pick your way through the swamp. Old bones crunch under your boots and despite the heavy clouds, the day becomes much too warm for comfort. Clean water to drink is going to be a major consideration on this trip.

As you walk, you tell your companions about your mission and the D.I.C.K. device. This way if something happens to you, one or both of them could still potentially use the device as their ticket to Vault F if they chose to leave the surface behind. It also gives them context for your actions. You like Chastity and QT, but if you meet someone whose DNA you want… now they will understand why you’re chasing them.

As you crest a low hill, your Pip Girl picks up a radio station. It’s weak, but you can make it out. The music is nice and relaxing. It makes for a pleasant walk. The sun is getting lower. The song ends.

“Hello, Listeners,” chirps a cheerful woman with a lustrous voice. “Welcome to 60.9 The Drip, your source for smooth tunes and the latest gossip in the Florida Wasteland. It’s me, everyone’s stepsister, Lyra. Any pretty ladies out there dying of thirst near Bottom Well? I just heard a rumor that there’s a male Radwolf in the area and the women from the Red Rust Caravan keep finding excuses to let him catch them. If you like it rough, talk a walk out there at night and see what you find. And if you’re a man, stay far away unless you have a thing for having your head pulled off.”

“Bottom Well is that way,” QT says, pointing.

“Are you wanting to go there?” you ask her.

She blushes and shakes her head. “I was just telling you. Because you’re a Vault Girl.”

That’s thoughtful of her.

Lyra goes on with the broadcast.

“We also have an unconfirmed report of trouble in Gurlberg. I’m told that the local chief is laid up with a bad injury after a scrap with cannibals near the Cheddar Caves. I’m sure that has nothing to do with the rumor that the Free Gurls are back on the road, so watch out for those lovely ladies. I’ve heard that they never take prisoners. Next up is Wasteland Confessions: I have a new note here from a passing listener who describes a little nude wrestling that he enjoyed in a bar in Gurlberg: a hung blonde got her ass handed to her by two skinny girls with little dicks. They humiliated her and, well, there’s a lot of talk about jizz in this note. Anyway, the reader goes on to say that when he tried to buy a little time alone with the blonde, she wasn’t available. So he ended up with the twins, but he got more than he bargained for. Now he can only get hard thinking about small dicks. I can’t tell if this is a recommendation of bars in Gurlberg or a warning to stay away, but it does make me curious about the wrestling. Any other listeners ever seen that? If so, drop us a note when you come by the tower. Speaking of small dicks, here’s a little number from Eddie Fisher that I know you’ll love…”

Chastity reaches out and touches your arm as a warning.

“Down,” you bark at QT, taking cover behind a rusted car. You kill your Pip Girl’s radio and listen. QT and Chastity crouch on either side of you. Chastity is good at sensing danger, but she can’t talk to tell you exactly what or where it is. She indicated forward with her eyes.

That’s not much to go on.