Alright, let's spin my sexy little wheel with every challenge, exploit, and perk in the game. 3... 2... 1... And it's landed on the Infinite Companions Glitch. Companions react to traveling as a group, Fallout 4 & New Vegas.
And what occasion would bring everyone together like this, I wonder
Fallout New Vegas
"I've had worse," Raul admitted, chewing thoughtfully.
"See?" Veronica offered some of the toasted night stalker tail to the others. Boone and Arcade declined, but Cass laughed and humored her. Lily daintily took a piece as well, and Rex snapped up the rest with relish.
"And that's normal for you," Arcade said, clearly dismayed. "When you're out on your own, hunting for supplies - you just cook up whatever attacks you that day, whether it's venomous or not."
"Beggars can't afford to be choosers, doc," Cass replied, crashing her shoulder into his.
"But we can," Arcade insisted, digging through his pack. "I've got pork and beans, I've got mutfruit, I've got cornmeal and brahmin jerky and barrel cactus-"
"Then save it for when we don't have coyote snake meat," Veronica suggested with a smile. "I cooked the tail, Arcade, not the fangs. If you really want to have a heart attack about wasteland diets, ask Six for their radscorpion venom casserole recipe."
"Very tasty," Lily rumbled, with a wistful look on her face.
Arcade gave up and began unsealing the can of pork and beans with his can opener. The tool broke halfway through the task and fell to the sand in front of the fire. The rest of the companions made noises of sympathy, and ED-E swooped down to scan it immediately. Arcade put his face in his hand and passed the can to Boone, who pulled out a knife and resumed prying it open.
"Dame eso, por favor." Raul nudged ED-E away gently and bent down to pick up the fallen can opener. He looked it over, then pulled a screwdriver out of his jumpsuit pocket and began tightening the faulty hardware while the eyebot watched with interest.
Boone loosened the top of the can sufficiently and pulled out a small, enamel saucepan from his pack. He dumped the pork and beans into it and set it in the nearby campfire's embers, watching it like a hawk from behind his sunglasses.
"Big day tomorrow," Veronica remarked, licking night stalker grease from her fingers.
"You said it." Cass leaned back on her pack and pulled her hat down over her eyes. "Almost makes a girl wish she'd written her story down. In case of the worst."
"You'll be fine," Veronica reassured her, though there was a little trepidation in her own voice. "We'll all be fine. A positive attitude is half the battle."
Boone shook his head and unearthed a spoon from his pack. Cass caught the movement and raised an eyebrow. "What do you reckon our odds are, sniper?"
"Hard to say." Boone crouched down to stir the pot of beans.
"We've done everything we can," Veronica insisted. "We got my family, Arcade's, even the Boomers... it might be enough."
"Enough, not enough..." Cass shrugged. "There's no other way. We fight, or the Mojave burns."
Boone nodded. Arcade ran a hand through his hair and stared into the fire. Lily patted Veronica on the shoulder, and the Scribe leaned into it, chewing her lip as she did. Rex, who until this point had been stretched out before the campfire, perked up suddenly. One by one, the companions turned in the direction of the cyberdog's interest. The crunch of boots and rustle of creosote heralded the courier's arrival, returning from their perimeter check.
Immediately, the mood lightened. "Hey boss," Raul greeted them. "Turn the radio on?"
The courier obliged. Radio New Vegas was halfway through Peggy Lee's "Johnny Guitar," and everyone around the campfire groaned.
Fallout 4
"Come and get it!" Piper yelled.
There was a mad dash for the first helpings of stew, with MacCready, Cait, and Deacon all elbowing and shoving to put their bowls forward. Codsworth doled out ladles with some exasperated remarks about manners and decorum, but the bot couldn't completely contain his delight that his cooking was such a hit. Curie, Preston and Piper formed an orderly line behind the first three ruffians, while Hancock finally shook himself free of the nap he'd been taking and stretched leisurely before the campfire, nearly knocking away Nick's cigarette in the process. "Watch it," the old synth warned him.
"Can you even process that?" Hancock wondered aloud. He pulled one of his own cigarettes out and touched it to the end of Nick's to light it.
"Old habits die hard," Nick replied.
"Ain't that the truth." MacCready sat down on the other side of Hancock. "Still find myself itching for one, occasionally."
"Strong hungry," Strong complained from the other side of the fire.
"Sorry, big guy," Deacon said, waving his spoon at the super mutant. "Cooked food goes to the FEV-free crowd first. General's orders."
"I still don't think we should be feeding an... a mutant at all," Danse muttered from the back of the stew line.
"Watch it, tin can," Hancock growled.
"Lighten up, Danse," Cait suggested. "He's going to kick in the Institute's back door with the rest of us tomorrow morning. You don't want him going in on an empty stomach, now do you?"
Strong stood suddenly and flexed his arms. "Strong go hunting!" he announced, before crashing into the nearby brush.
Piper took his abandoned seat and turned to check his meager pile of possessions. "Didn't even take his sledgehammer. He must be starving."
"Hunger is not known to inspire patience," Curie commented, sitting next to the reporter. "Puis-je avoir du sel?"
X6-88, who had been hanging back and munching on an Institute-issued ration bar, passed her the shaker of salt from Codsworth's supplies. Curie thanked him and added a dash to her stew. "How are you feeling about tomorrow?" she asked him.
"I am prepared," X6-88 replied, but the space between Curie's question and his answer was enough to betray the Courser's unease.
"You know, we could use a lookout to cover us," Nick said casually. "In case things go bad enough that we need to retreat."
"Retreat is not an option," Danse cut in. "The Institute's grip on the Commonwealth ends tomorrow."
Preston cleared his throat. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, Danse, but Nick's just being practical. Two of us should stay behind to guard the entrance to the cooling water tunnel system. If X6-88 wants it, one of those spots is his."
X6-88 nodded. "This would be acceptable."
"Fine." MacCready gulped down a spoonful of stew. "Who gets the other spot?"
The companions all looked at each other. Deacon coughed, and Hancock scratched around his collar, avoiding eye contact with anyone. "I'm not missing out," Cait muttered. Clearly, there weren't going to be any volunteers.
Codsworth, sensing an approaching presence, swiveled two of his eye stalks away from the stew he'd prepared. "Perhaps we should ask the general."
The sole survivor approached the fire from the southwest, huffing a little from their hike up the nearby embankment. "Ask me what?" they said.
"We need two rear guards at the tunnel entrance tomorrow," Preston explained. "X6-88 is one. We want you to choose the other."
"Oh, easy." The sole survivor bent down to scratch the ears of the German shepherd that had loped into camp with them. "Dogmeat. If he gets shot down there, I'll never forgive myself."
Deacon jabbed a finger at them. "I knew you loved that dog more than us!"
The sole survivor grinned. "He gets in way less trouble than all of you. Come on, if you're really that stuck on this decision, we'll draw straws."
"My maid, my maid!" Sophie said one day running into her maid's room. "Hurry up! Open this crate that daddy sent me from Paris. I think it's a wax doll, because he promised me one!"
The maid: "Where is the crate?"
Sophie: "In the antechamber. Come quick, please!"
The maid set her work down and followed Sophie to the antechamber. A white wood crate was on a chair. The maid opened it. Sophie spotted the blonde and curly head of a beautiful wax doll. She let out a cry of joy and tried to grab the doll, which was still covered in wrapping paper.
The maid: "Careful! Don't pull it yet. You'll break everything. The doll is kept in place by some cords," the maid said.
Sophie: "Break them, rip them. Hurry, my maid, so that I have my doll!"
The maid, instead of pulling and ripping, took some scissors, cut the cords, removed the papers, and Sophie was able to grab the most beautiful doll she had ever seen. The cheeks were pink with little dimples. The eyes were blue and bright. The neck, the chest, the wax arms, charming and chubby. The outfit was simple: a scalloped, percale dress, a blue belt, cotton stockings and black, patent leather boots.
Sophie kissed her more than twenty times and, holding her by the arms, she started to jump and dance. Her cousin Paul, who was five years old, and who was visiting Sophie, ran to her cries of joy.
"Paul, look at the lovely doll daddy sent me!" Sophie cried out.
"Give her to me, I want a better look at her."
"No, you would break her."
"I promise you I'll be careful. I'll give her back right away."
Sophie gave the doll to her cousin, telling him once again to be very careful not to drop her. Paul turned her around, looked at her from every side and then gave her back to Sophie, shaking his head.
"Why are you shaking your head?"
"Because that doll isn't solid. I'm afraid you're going to break her."
"Oh, don't worry. I'll take such good care of her, so much so that I'll never break her. I'm going to ask mother to invite Camille and Madeleine to have lunch with us, so I can show them my beautiful doll."
"They'll break her."
"No, they're too nice to hurt me by breaking my poor doll."
The next day, Sophie combed and dressed her doll, because her friends were supposed to come. While dressing her, she thought she was pale. "Maybe," she said, "she's cold. Her feet are freezing. I'm going to put her in the sun for a little bit so my friends can see that I'm taking care of her and keeping her nice and warm." Sophie went to put the doll in the sun in the sitting room's window.
"What are you doing at the window, Sophie?" her mother asked.
"I want to warm my doll up, mother. She's very cold."
*
La maman: Prends garde, tu vas la faire fondre.
Sophie: Oh non ! maman, il nây a pas de danger : elle est dure comme du bois.
"Thank you, my dear mother," she said. "Thank you. Next time, I'll listen to you, for sure."
They quickly redressed the doll, set her on a little chair and went for a triumphant walk while chanting:
Hooray for mother! I cover her in kisses! Hooray for mother! She is our angel!
The doll lived for a long time, well cared-for, well loved. But, bit by bit, she lost her charms. Here's how. One day, Sophie thought it was a good idea to wash dolls, since people wash children. She took some water, a sponge, some soap and started to clean her doll. She cleaned her so well, that she removed all her color. The cheeks and lips became pale as if she were sick and were forever colorless. Sophie cried, but the doll was still pale.
Another day, Sophie thought she had to curl her hair. She put some foil in her hair. She ironed it so that it would curl better. When she removed the foil, the hair stayed within. The iron was too hot. Sophie had burned her doll's hair, she was now bald. Sophie cried, but the doll was still bald.
Another day, Sophie, who was busy with her doll's upbringing, wanted to teach her to do some amazing feats. She hanged her by the arms from a string. The doll, which wasn't holding on well, fell and broke an arm. The mother tried to fix her up. But, since some pieces were missing, she had to heat up the wax quite a bit. The arm ended up shorter than the other. Sophie cried, but the arm was still shorter.
Another time, Sophie thought that a foot bath would be useful to her doll, since all great people had them. She poured some boiling water into a little bucket and plunged the doll's feet into it. When she pulled her out, the feet had melted and were in the bucket. Sophie cried, but the doll still didn't have legs.
After all these misfortunes, Sophie didn't love her doll anymore. The doll had become hideous and Sophie's friends were mocking her. At last, one day, Sophie wanted to teach her to climb trees. She put her on a branch and sat her there. But the doll, who wasn't holding on well, fell. Her head struck some rocks and broke into a hundred pieces. Sophie didn't cry. Instead, she invited her friends to come bury her doll.
(Si vous pouviez me taguer si jamais vous faßtes, je vous remercierai, parce que sinon pas sûre que je vois vos oeuvres et ce serait dommage car y a du vrai talent ;w; )