Who:The Ghoul and Dogmeat OTA
Where: The Barge - after arrival
When: Late in the flood
Warnings: Somebody doesn’t like whimsy so there’s violence in this whimsy

[Don't you know little fool, you never can win?]

He still has the fucking PipBoy on his arm, and that’s the first thing to go. He yanks it from his body like he’s tearing off rotten flesh, letting it clatter to the floor of the deck. Robert House is silent...if he was ever there at all. Blissful silence.

At least Dogmeat came with him. At least he isn't alone in this fucking place.

The Ghoul wanders through the hallways like he’s in a dream, which seems to be reinforced by all the strangeness of the flood. He ignores the mushrooms, wanders through doors and ends up in other people’s cabins, in the common rooms, in the pool, the Lounge, library, like he’s wandering in a dream.

He isn’t feeling particularly violent, but he rips out any mushrooms he finds. He grabs one of the rockinghorse flies and squishes it between any angry fist. He takes some rocks from the greenhouse, cursing out the flowers as he does, and makes himself a little trail as he goes until he realizes that doesn’t actually work for him.

He spends an extraordinary amount of time in the Speakeasy, getting slowly drunk over the hours.

[Nomad Searching]

“Hey,” he’ll say to each one when he meets them. “Let’s get out of this madhouse.”

There’s no introduction. No reunion. Straight to business.