Joe needs food. Badly.

I really like this place. It’s quiet. It’s safe. There is plenty of water… In almost every way it’s perfect.
But after scouring the local area, and even raiding the kitchen in the main lodge, there just isn’t a good source of food.
Also there is a sad, disheartening lack of scotch…
Besides, the mercenaries hassling Jacobstown a few weeks ago have got me thinking. Perhaps the group of mercenaries I met out in the Mojave weren’t after Joe. Perhaps they were on the way here to annoy the mutants. Perhaps I’m being all a bit paranoid.
And so I think it’s time to move on.
I say my goodbyes to Marcus, thank him for the use of the cabin and then set about gathering my belongings.

I need food. And Scotch. But mostly food. And also, scotch.

I need food. And Scotch. But mostly food. And also, scotch.

I have to go. I'm so hungry. The living legend needs eggs!

I have to go. The living legend needs eggs!

When I go to farewell Lily she offers to walk with me back to Westside. Can’t say no to an armed escort.
No, seriously. I can’t say no. Lily is one pushy grandmother.
Still, it’ll be nice to have some company on the road.

She is a mite unpredictable. Mood swings, of a sort.

She does have an oddness to her.

So, sun in the sky, water in my pack, the radio on; Joe forsakes the safety of Jacobstown, heading once again into the wasteland.
Somewhat ironically, Lily and I come across several plants growing sweet, eatable food. Ostensibly this is a good thing, but I can’t help but feel slightly annoyed that I found them only after I really needed them.

This food is problematic

This food is problematic

The light fades into dusk, but I decide to push on through and keep walking. I want to make it to the Follower’s safe house before stopping.

The safe house certainly is a sight for sore eyes. Plentiful food, piles of supplies and a water fountain that just keeps on giving. As a bonus Doctor Luria was visiting to re-stock the fridges, and I felt no shame in packing my pockets with free food.

You can't say what you won't do 'cause you know that you just might

You can't say what you won't do 'cause you know that you just might

"Lily just gets more colorful by the moment. What'll she do next?" "Either blow us all up or rub soup in our hair. It's a toss-up." "I hope she does the soup thing. It's always a hoot, and we don't all die from it."

"Lily just gets more colorful by the moment. What'll she do next?"
"Either blow us all up or rub soup in our hair. It's a toss-up."
"I hope she does the soup thing. It's always a hoot, and we don't all die from it."

The next morning I awake will a full belly and contented smile. But it’s not long before I’m faced with the prospect of having to decide what to do next. I could stay here, although there isn’t really much to entertain me. I could collect the massive amount of food here and head back to Jacobstown, but other than encounters with nightstalkers there’s not a lot for me to do there either. I’m not sure it’s safe to return to Freeside or the Vegas Strip, but I could head back to Westside and try setting up shop there.

The more I think about it, the more setting up a store appeals to me. There is a surprisingly large amount of rubbish that I left at the safe house before fleeing up to Jacobstown. There is more than enough to jumpstart a small store.
And thanks to Grandma Lily, moving all this stuff will be simple… A great deal more simple, at least, then convincing her that Joe doesn’t need her constantly looking out for him.

And so a plan is born. I will set up a brand new store.
Now I just have to figure out where.

I spend the next few days hanging out at the safe house, trying to make up my mind. I loved having a store in Freeside, but I wouldn’t want to risk living there again. On the way to Vegas from Goodsprings I did encounter a number of places that might make good places to set up… any one of them is quite workable.
The pressure involved in making a decision is so much that I decide to just lay about in bed for a few days instead.

Or I could stay in bed. Sleeping IS easier

Or I could stay in bed. Sleeping IS easier

It wasn’t a complete waste of time… I made time to read a few interesting books, including one on lockpicking. And I also drank a lot of scotch. A LOT of scotch.
And that’s when it hit me: Why set up one store? Back in the Capital Wasteland I set up Honest Joe’s Wonder Emporium in Canterbury Commons with Clover, but once that was up and running I was considering franchises in Megaton and Tennpenny Towers. I could set up a chain of Honest Joe’s across the Mojave!

I start looking over my resources and options. Jacobstown is friendly enough, there is room in the main lodge to set up a small stall and Lily should be able to look after it. Maybe. Perhaps with Calamity’s help.
One potential store location was at the 188 Trading Post where I originally met Veronica. She did say I could find her there if I ever needed her… perhaps she could look out on a store there!
I would love to have something in or around Freeside and The Strip. I am on very good terms with the Followers of the Apocalypse – perhaps one of them could run a stall there? I can sneak in and out via the tunnels from Westside.
And last (but not least) there was an old petrol station near Novac that I could run myself.
Once the stores are set up I can do a trading run from Novac to Jacobstown and back. Make sure each stall was stocked, using the old station as a base of operations.

There is one outstanding problem… how will ol’ Joe get enough product to stock four stores all at once? Simple, in my room back in Novac is my loot chest. A whole town’s worth of random crap. Everything from when I ransacked the ruins of Nipton. A whole settlement of resources… ready to go on sale.

With renewed purpose I begin to look through my belongings. I’ll want to travel light so I can carry as much merchandise back as I can. I can leave all the rest here, and redistribute it to my local affiliates once they have been set up.
The next morning Lily and I set out on the road to Novac. It’ll be a long Journey, but that’s okay – it’s probably going to take that long to explain to Lily what I’ll want her to do.

We’re not long on the road when my Pipboy warns of imminent danger.
With open desert all around we’d been following the ruins of a highway down towards Freeside. I’d been so caught up in my dreams that I’d neglected to scout ahead, and somehow I hadn’t noticed two Cazzadorees closing on us.
I barely escaped one, this is going to be the end of Joe… Good Bye, cruel world… I never wanted it to end like thi….

This opens up a whole world of engaging opportunities

This opens up a whole world of engaging opportunities

Err… what? They’re dead?
The speed with which Lily despatched the winged devils was both phenomenal and somewhat scary. With her giant hammer she flattened the bugs like… well… like bugs.

This is going to be a good trip.

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One Response to “Joe needs food. Badly.”

  1. Quinton Beck Says:

    I suppose if Joe can get a a franchise running that’s a game ending win right there.

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