That Same Old Feeling

Old patterns of behaviour are fairly easy to slip back into – so here I am again, doing odd jobs around New Vegas while getting liquored up in the evening.
It is a moderately comforting routine, even though last time I lived in Freeside I had Veronica for company, and now I’m flying solo. Well… solo if you don’t count my hovering Eye-bot. And scotch. Scotch is my most loyal companion.

It’s seems less desperate if you’re drinking with other people…

It’s seems a little less desperate if you’re drinking with other people…

Hanging around Freeside still has the feel of a comfortable pair of slippers.

Yesterday things with the Crimson Caravan went better than I ever could have expected, despite Joe’s inebriated state. Apparently taking months to deliver a simple invoice and then showing up drunk to collect payment isn’t a big issue – in fact, Joe is paid the full amount and offered additional work.

Heeey, donn you worry bout a thing. I'llm hte yur man.

Heeey, donn you worry bout a thing. I’llm yur man.

This was somewhat of a surprise… while I’d hoped for some payment, I was certainly not expecting that my dismal performance would elicit additional job offers. If my uninspiring lack of accomplishment was considered impressive, I shudder to imagine the calibre of their other employees. But I’m not going to look a gift-brahmin in the mouths, instead I drunkenly pocket the caps and gratefully accept the additional assignments.

But my good luck doesn’t end there… turns out Ringo is here. I last saw him out in Goodsprings – where I (and by ‘I’, I mean ‘Lily’) saved him from the Powder Gang. Back then he said he’d have extra caps for me, as payment for helping him escape, and he’s as good as his word.

Heeeey, mate. Good to see your caps… I mean you! Good to see you!

Heeeey, mate. Good to see your caps… I mean you! Good to see you!

And so, with the promise of paying work, that familiar old routine starts to come back to me.
It’s helpful that all my old contracts and arrangements apparently still stand, despite my previous vanishing trick. That includes free meds from the Followers of the Apocalypse, access to the Fellowship Safe house, unlimited free water from the Kings and a private room in the Atomic Wrangler Casino.

Swanky! This will be one of the nicest places I’ve ever drunkenly fallen into!

Swanky! This will be one of the nicest places I’ve ever drunkenly fallen into!

I’ll be honest; it’s probably not ideal for Joe’s health to be living directly above a casino and bar, but is sure is convenient!

It’s quite a lot different living around Vegas now that I have all the hook-ups. I did fear that I might be back to antique TV-meals, rat-meat and polluted water – a side effect of living in amongst city ruins, rather than the wide-open wild.
Back when I first arrived (months ago), I struggled for food and water and spent a significant amount of time bemoaning the fact I ever left Goodsprings and its ample resources.
But this time I have a consent supply of food, water and caps. Hell, I don’t really have to work – by trading the meds for food I could survive indefinitely. The pay I get for work is all profit… if I can avoid losing on Blackjack too often.

What? Of course I’m out helping the less fortunate! You offend my honour, good woman!

What? Of course I’m out helping the less fortunate! You offend my honour, good woman! Look at my jacket!

While gadding about town I begin to hear word of a trader back at the NCR base that sells a range of weapons, and more importantly is willing to buy a range of weapons.
While I might have a few new contracts with Crimson Caravan, I’m not rushing to complete them just yet – they’ve demonstrated that they’re willing to wait for whatever mediocre results I eventually produce.

In the meantime, I still have a few goodies stockpiled up in the Followers safe house, so first order of business is to sell some of that off.
Second order of business will to be to piss it all away of booze and blackjack, but first things first.

Traveling between Freeside, Westside and the NCR base at Camp McCarran isn’t a big mission… whatever raiders hadn’t already been eliminated by NCR patrols were obliterated last time Veronica and I came through here. Oh, Veronica – I’ll miss the way you punched people’s heads off.

The one thing to worry about is remembering to bring the food and water for the trip.

Note to self.... supplies need to be more than scotch and absinthe

Note to self…. supplies need to be more than scotch and absinthe

With hunger and dehydration becoming a slight issue, the first thing on my mind is to find a cafeteria… and then onwards, to illicit gun deals and massive profits!

Health inspector! I need a health inspector over here!

Health inspector! I need a health inspector over here!

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One Response to “That Same Old Feeling”

  1. Mapsmith Says:

    Keep it up Joe. And definitely check out the Happy Trails.

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