Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24416658-20160617071659/@comment-24416658-20161211215749

Alexander, putting his hands on his sides, looked questioningly at this newcomer, Pyrrha. Leaning back on one foot, he cocked his head back, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. Penelope, meanwhile, was literally at the edge of her seat, curious. The other patrons had already left by now, and the bar was practically empty save for them. Ironsides, still chugging his drink, looked at the woman who was smiling at the group.

"Like I said," Pyrrha continued, "I have a job. There's an old Vault a few miles out of town, Vault 20. There's been rumors of incredible loot and such inside, and probably some Pre-War tech. Problem is, I'm just one woman and even I can't take it all on alone. You all seem to be geared out. What do you say?" The woman behind the bar laughed, and Pyrrha turned to her.

"She gives the same spiel to everyone here," the bartender said, cleaning a pitcher that used to be filled with some sort of drink, "Nobody goes to Vault 20 because it's infested with something. Not Deathclaws, not Radroaches, but something." Putting the pitcher down, she leaned on the bar, looking at the group.

"If you really want some work," she announced, "And actually want to live, you'd talk to Mikkel. He owns one of the shops, and he's basically the mayor of the town. Head of the council and all. Trust me, there's not much to do in Silo, but he can certainly help you out."

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Unbeknownst to everyone, the dog had pushed out the door and slipped out. Seeing Neibi and Sabah approaching, it barked happily, running over to them and standing, its paws reaching for Sabah's stomach as it panted, a smile on its face. Hopping down and bounding in a circle, it motioned towards the bar, as if asking them to follow it. The dog barked again.