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my modern verse will now be referred to as my vintage verse, since it's technically in the past. modern feels weird. vintage fits the aesthetics.

ladies and gentleman,

I present to you, Janey Howard:

@talktoazrukhal : gets to keep janey safe in the wastes.

Maybe, burning down an entire slaver's camp was risky business. Maybe, having Charon stand guard while she ushered people out wasn't her brightest moment, but it felt good when it was done. They get a safe enough distance away before she turned to her companion, craning to see his face.

"I'd say we did pretty good. We should probably move our asses before they come looking for the source of their toasting." She suggested. It wouldn't be long before they did come look. She'd gotten better at getting in and getting out. "I think it's time we head back west. One grunt for yes, two grunts for no."

if you think about it, janey's dad probably smells like death. the man spent decades in a coffin. is janey still going to hug him? yes. with a bucket of water and soap, and an apology to lucy for having to smell that for however long it takes them to find her.

! @nrmmcln: ❝ i'm only managing to stand here on my two feet because of you. i made it because of you. ❞ accepting

She highly doubted that was true, she just landed a few well placed bullets to a few of the aggressors. She'd always been the type to shoot first and ask later, and it somehow ended up worse with Norm involved. They weren't going to be talking about any of that bullshit ever.

"You think I did something so you sleep better. You would've made it out regardless of my help or not. You're leading thirty people, and they would've been meat shields to keep you safe. Don't be delusional, Norman." She bit out. She shouldered her shotgun and watched him carefully.

! @vaulttecexec: ❝ not one person is more important to me than you. ❞ accepting!

She curls up on the couch, head in Barb's lap. Janey knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, her mom meant that. She'd been Janey's constant for so long, she didn't know what she'd do without her. She still didn't trust it, though. Skepticism was a Howard trait, through and through. And her mom?

Her mom woke her up when she'd been woken up, going out of her way to finish raising her as normally as possible while working against every experimenting vault around them. If there was access, Barb, and later Janey, were messing with it to give the people in question some damn peace.

And when she turned seventeen and wanted to leave? Her warrior of a mother took what they needed, jammed the connection, and took her daughter to the surface. Janey knew her mom was done with Vault Tec by eight. Nine years later? They made life work together. The vaults were no safer than anywhere else to Janey.

She may be too old to still lay in her mom's lap like she did, but she didn't care. "I know, momma. But I want to try and stop some more of the nastier vaults. You're the only person I know who knows where they are and what they were made for. " She pointed out. "I want to make Vault Tec pay."

Like mother, like daughter, because she watched her mom's jaw flex. She'd hate to be on the receiving end of the storm that was Barb Howard pissed off. It worked in her favor. They'd start moving again in a few hours. For now, she's going to enjoy this place with a couch they found.

and hey, if she finds out what happened to her dad on the way? that was her business.

"Damn straight, but you don't have to use my whole ass name like that, and I'm older than that. I prefer the term as dirt to describe my age. Thanks." She snarked, but she doesn't let go of his hand. "You can't keep putting yourself in danger where Steph is concerned. I can't always be here to get you out of it, Norman Matthew MacLean."

She took a minute to check him over. Again. "You're my person, or whatever, so you need to be more considerate of not being your own property before I actually kick your ass." She leaned down to kiss his forehead anyway. "And I'm leaving in twenty. I heard about a vault we haven't checked out for my mom and dad. I know they're probably- I just have to check."

he knotted his fingers in hers, resolute to stand here holding her hand until she gives in or punches him. he had all day to stand here with her and let her rage about whatever she'd been keeping pent up. He'd even take her out back and let her practice the explosives she enjoyed crafting on empty fields of sand.

"And yet, here we are. You're 223 years old as of yesterday and you're angry because you haven't worked things out as quickly as you wanted to. We can leave and check out a few other vaults for your parents or we can keep arguing feelings I know you have, Janey Joann Howard." He's being reasonable, and she knows it.

if you catch janey in the wastes, she isn't going to be nice to you unless she's given a reason to be. she is technically 239 years old. she has a lot of issues, and most of them are with vault-tec for using her family the way that they did. she is more likely to threaten you than want to be your friend, because she's been alone.

She might have talked too much, because there was now a woman telling her everything she never thought she'd hear. Someone knew and knew where her dad was. It had to be some sort of lame ass joke. There was no way in this hellscape that she could be so lucky. Still, the woman, Lucy, was persistent and adamant. It was kind of hard to ignore her in Vault-Tec blue no matter how ratty it was now.

She needed to stick her head between her legs and scream into the abyss. It's taken years to find anything, and now a stranger was trying to hand it all to her. No, she wasn't alright. Everything was too big and too small.

"Are you fucking crazy?" She asked between shaky breaths. "Are you actually crazy? Because if you know my dad, He's gotta be like sixty or something."

@janeyjhoward → ✮

they'd only separated because he needed to get himself together. they'd cover more ground and hopefully find his family, too, and that was an added bonus. by luck or fate, she found janey first, and she knew by watching the woman swagger that she, just like her father, was straight out of the old western movies she'd watched with her dad back home.

she took convincing, but lucy was nothing if not persistent, explaining everything as best she could to janey. she's well versed in what a panic attack looks like, having witnessed and soothed her baby brother through so many before. janey was in a full on panic.

"are you alright?" she asks carefully, keeping her distance in case she didn't like being touched like norm.

accepting!

She knows they don't know anything the minute she turns to move on, coming up short because someone said something of use. She weighs her options, knowing she couldn't tell him everything, but if he had information, she needed it.

"It doesn't really matter, does it? He did a job I'm personally invested in, so I wanted to ask him a few things. That's all. Not everyone who worked on A Man and His Dog is around to talk about it, and he apparently is." She snips, because in a place like this, being rude was better than being polite. "Anyway, if I wanted to hire him, they're my caps, so I'm not sure that concerns you either."

Janey stood a little straighter, tightened her grip on her pack, and finally turned to actually look at the stranger. "So, can you give me something of use to find him, or are you just interested in questioning my motives?"

She wouldn't be intimidated by a ghoul she's never met. She was too busy looking for one that was probably buried somewhere if her other intel was to be believed.

He was observant, had to be in the business he was in so he paid attention to every single person who walked into the bar. Everyone had their tells and he could usually spot trouble before it became trouble. Though it wasn't like every bar erupted into trouble like in the movies. People had a business to run and even in a lawless place like the Wasteland there was a decorum to be followed.

And he'd seen all manner of people come into what passed for bars out here even people who wouldn't have been allowed in a bar before the war, before the bombs. But it was still unusual and he eyed the girl suspiciously when she'd entered. Every now and again his gaze flickered her way wondering what she could possibly be doing in a place like this alone.

It was strange, but not really the strangest thing he'd ever seen. At least until he heard his name out of her mouth. That was unusual. Mostly the people who wanted to find him knew who he was on sight. Of course, why would some kid know who he was? And more, why would they want to?

"And what're you lookin' for him for? You don't look like someone tryin' to hire a bounty hunter."