i just want a tv show or a comic or something where all the companions live together as roommates and everyone's getting into trouble and preston's in the middle saying "no guys wait stop"
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preston walks into the room. he is carrying a pizza.
curie is feverishly scribbling what looks to be scientific notation for a complicated medical? procedure but upon closer examination, the negative space between the characters forms the text to what is simultaneously very steamy lemon fanfiction of her and the sole survivor and also a startlingly accurate representation of the events that happened at Big MT. cait is standing nearby, leaned up on a wall, holding a barely-touched cup of coffee with a very worried and equally guilty look on her face
valentine, danse, deacon and dogmeat are all playing poker. valentine and deacon are holding their grounds and danse is trying his damndest to keep face but dogmeat is turning their asses inside out. he is now sitting on a pile of earnings up to and including like 4 of deacon's wigs, danse's helmet, the contract to valentine's secretary, the contract to valentine's secret back-up secretary and curie's pants (which were the dog's buy-in anyway). between dogmeat's forelegs is the Righteous Authority. one of his hind legs is leaning on the trigger
X6 is on fire. what's more is that he's been on fire for at least 30 seconds now, and has not noticed and is still standing around trying to make heads or tails of curie and cait's excellent blackboard adventure, which has now traveled clear off the bare wall it started on and now curie has scribbled permanent-looking marker across cait's forehead. strong notices something; he's on fire too, but at least he has the good sense to be worried. piper is standing behind dogmeat trying to work out the best angle to divest the offending weapon from dogmeat's grasp, aided somewhat by a very anxious looking macready who is stuck with the thankless job of distracting a laser dog. macready is now on fire.
macready quickly pats out the flames from his duster but strong is still just forgetin screaming and running back and forth. codsworth- carrying a tray of beer, stout, and other various very flammable substances- happens to wander into his path. the room bursts into flame. piper immediately bails, slipping past preston in the doorway. hanrooster calmly and with great, practiced ease uses an open alcohol fire to light like 4 cigars and stuffs them all in his mouth. the resulting smokescreen allows deacon an opening, and he smoothly swaps his hand with dogmeat's. he celebrates very loudly. after a moment of deliberation and confused whining (aided by hand signals by nick) dogmeat discovers his ruse. he flies off his pile of pompadours and curie's pants and bites deacon square in the richard
preston turns to leave
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