A fella is a creature that has always been strange
Just when you’re sure of what you’ll find
He’s gone and made a change~
Just when you’re sure of what you’ll find
He’s gone and made a change~
The music was hardly fitting for the Fort, but they didn’t have the luxury of choosing what was played. Arcade could hear it from one of the other tents as he tried to work, a difficulty with both the music, and the sound of movement throughout the Fort.
With tensions high between the NCR and the Kings, The Fort was busy. Not just from violence, but from the drunks and the druggies. When violence couldn’t be enacted directly on one’s foes, people enacted it upon themselves. It was pathetic, but Arcade could understand it, even commiserate with it, but that didn’t mean he didn’t judge it.
The blond researcher judged a lot.
A person had to have ideals and hills they would die on, after all. They had to know what was worth preserving. Arcade had plenty of them, big and small, but mostly small – he strove to help others where he could, although his research was fairly slow going. It kept his mind on the woman who’d passed by not long ago, with the Latin name, who understood the little quip about there being ‘nothing new under the sun’.
She’d gone out there without question to go help two addicts, two small individuals.
It was something any of them could have done.
Perhaps something any of them should have done. Arcade had enough time when he got frustrated with a project to go take a walk and chat up a druggie about leading a new life, so why didn’t he? Why wasn’t he more hands on? ‘Well, bedside manner.’ That was one reason, although he’d been told he was easy on the eyes in spite of a poor bedside manner, and there were times when bedside manner had to come second.
Like, right that second.
The Fort was seeing an influx that day, and all the tents were getting full. Arcade hoped to go unnoticed, crouched in his tent, playing with barrel cacti, but Julie popped her mohawk head into his tent, “Arcade,” and he sighed as he lifted his eyes to meet hers. “We need to make room in this tent for some people.”
“Fine, fine,” he got up, “do you need my help tending to anyone, too?”
“That’d be great!”
Why did he volunteer?
‘Because you help people. Or, you want to.’ And that was why he bothered to think about the courier who went running off to help people, and why he was starting to realize he could do more – far more than just open up the tent he was working in to random strangers, and so out he stepped into the chaos, and took notice of a new man in a suit stumbling in, a bit bloodied, and sighed.
“Hey,” he lifted a hand so it was clear who spoke as he approached the man, “come on this way, I can get you into a tent and see about treating that wound of yours,” he would offer a stabilizing arm if it was needed, “how’d you get that injury?”
Likely a bar fight, although when Arcade got close, he didn’t catch a whiff of alcohol. That didn’t rule it out – sober people got attacked, too, but it did make him wonder about the posture the stranger adopted. ‘Well, there are drugs.’ And they didn’t have the reeking smell of alcohol. Plus, you usually needed less of them. Bonus!
Or not.
In either case, the man didn’t seem the usual. He was too well put together, too clean, to be usual to this kind of situation. Still, Arcade wouldn’t question that aloud and he would show the man to his tent, and to the bunkbeds. Why they had bunkbeds in a medical fort, Arcade still questioned. Getting onto a top bunk was not ideal for drunkards, druggies, or plenty of injured people, even though Arcade understood the need for extra space.
It was a luxury the Fort didn’t have. Space couldn’t be wasted.
Still.
~***~
‘Cause it’s witchcraft!
That crazy witchcraft!
And although I know it’s strictly taboo….
That crazy witchcraft!
And although I know it’s strictly taboo….
Aemilia was sad for the music to fade away as a customer left Mick & Ralph’s shop. That was one of the better jams that played on the radio. ‘Really ought to find Mr. New Vegas one of these days and thank him for the tunes.’ Well, he was probably in New Vegas itself, and she didn’t yet have the caps to get in, which was among the reason she was helping out The Followers. That, and The Followers were nice.
Also, Arcade Gannon – he was one of the first intelligent men she’d spoken to in a while who hadn’t traded his wit for an irrational obsession with the past. Be it the boys of Caesar’s Legion (it was never women, huge strike), or the Brotherhood of Steel floozies, people idealized the past to the point of forgetting a future existed.
A future that would probably always involve drug-addicted saps, but today, it would have two less, because today Aemilia was going to do something about Dixon.
“Heeeey,” she drew it out as she smiled at him sweetly, although the leather armor she wore suggested anything but sweet. She didn’t exactly have the luxury of carrying an entire wardrobe with her, and she didn’t really have a residence nearby. “Dixon, isn’t it?”
“Depends on who’s asking,” he noted, clearly sizing her up, but she kept the sweet smile on her lips as his eyes went over the magnum at her hip and the sword on her back. Always good to have back-up if she ran out of bullets, but she tried not to shoot too often.
“Friend of a friend, let’s say,” she said, “You know Bill and Jacob, right?”
“Yeah, man. Those cats are out of their domes addicted to my shit. They can't get enough. Pretty hilarious to watch.” He chuckled along with it, and though the smile remained, Aemilia felt her blood boiling under the surface.
“Well, I’m going to need you to stop supplying them with chems, Dixon. As well as everyone else,” she said. It was one thing to sell chems, it was another to enjoy fucking over the clientele as he obviously enjoyed.
“Really? Aw, you're such a saint.” He rolled his bloodshot eyes, “This is my life, girl, so unless you’re gonna pay me enough to live on, I think I’m gonna pass on that delightful little offer of yours.”
Aemilia’s lips twitched, before she gasped as if scandalized and raised her voice in horror, “What? The NCR is supplying you with free chems to keep Freeside down?!” A few of the Freeside residents looked towards them, including a King, and Dixon immediately reached out for her shoulder and covered her lips as she dropped her hands from the mock surprise.
“Wait! Shit, you can’t go saying shit like tha—”
“HELP!” She shrieked, though the King was already rushing over with the ruckus and was quick to shove Dixon off of her.
“Yo, you’re dealing with the NCR?”
“No, she’s a fuckin’ liar!” Dixon spat, and though the King glanced at her to assess that, he scoffed and grabbed Dixon by his shirt, pulling him up to his feet.
“Yeah, right – this one? You ain’t heard of her, have you?” Apparently not, but thankfully some of the Kings already did. Though this was likely going to complicate matters with the NCR and Kings, that was a problem for later. At least it put Dixon in a bad light, and his operations were going to slow down, if not stop all together. “C’mon, we need to have a chat.”
As Dixon was dragged off, Aemilia couldn’t help but wave at him and mouth ‘bye-bye’, before turning right back around to let the nearby Jacob know – Jacob, who was standing, watching in horror, as Dixon was dragged off.
“Wha—what did you do?”
“Got rid of your dealer,” she said matter-of-factly. “Come on, Jacob. You’re better than this,” she reached out and took both of his shaking hands as he started to back off, and squeezed them, “Julie Farkas wants you to be better.”
“Julie…she’s a saint,” he sighed longingly, “I… I'm gonna need at least ten shots of Fixer to get me through the week. From there the Followers should be able to help.”
Aemilia shook her head. “The Followers will have medicine to help you through the worst of it, and you won’t be alone. Bill is going to be there, struggling alongside you. All the Followers will support you, too. You just have to be strong,” and without the temptation available, it ought to be a lot easier, “I know you have it in you.” She did not, but people liked that kind of bullshit, and she didn’t want to go buy 10 fixer for him.
It seemed to work. “I think you're right. I've been through worse, and been alone through it. I…I'll go to the fort and see if the Followers can watch over me while I recover.”
She squeezed his hands before letting go, “I’ll see you there soon, all right?” Jacob nodded, and went hurrying off, no doubt full of need to get whatever medicinal help he could from the Followers more than because he wanted to be around them.
She sighed and shook her head, before pushing back strands of red hair and making her way back to where she’d left Bill, catching snippets of music through the various businesses as doors opened and shut, and humming along to the sultry voice of Sinatra.