Scavenger (The Rose Room)/Dialogue

==AC_MQ01_Opportunity==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	It was simple. Wait for all the Russos to be in the room together. Shoot on my signal. Couldn't follow either one! 	Dying, but so busy complaining that he hardly feels it
 	 	 	Almost makes me happy to be put out of my freakin' misery! 	Dying, but so busy complaining that he hardly feels it
 	 	 	What, really? You of all people are gonna point your finger at me? 	Shocked because Evelyn is way more likely to have someone after her
 	 	 	*pained laugh* Guess every one of you nutsos has a reason to be afraid of payback from Atlantic City. 	Dying, but amused
 	 	 	Sleep tight, Russos. I may not be the last to come for you. 	Dying, but amused/threatening
 	 	 	Vincenzo! What did you do? 	Accusatory
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	We'll have enough trouble getting people in here without her immediately scaring them away. To be honest, this is more turnout than I expected. 	
 	 	 	Which is welcome, of course. I just hope the rest of them are friendly. 	Realizing he said something awkward to a stranger and trying to correct it
 	 	 	*awkward cough* Anything to drink? 	Realizing he said yet another awkward thing and trying to correct it/change the subject
 	 	 	I can't even begin to tell you how little you know about me and City- 	
 	 	 	Just nonsense is all it is. We can't let them scare us. 	
 	 	 	Oh crap. Everyone duck! 	
 	 	 	God damn it! Did you see me give the goddamned signal?! 	
 	 	 	Aw, I can't listen to this baloney no more. Let's light this place up! 	
 	 	 	Hello folks! Rowdy looking bunch out there... Well, as I say, there's no better cure for a long day than some snazzy tunes. Sit back and enjoy. 	
 	 	 	I apologize on behalf of my mother. 	
 	 	 	I mean, really! *pained cough* What does "on my signal" mean to you? Does it mean "whenever the hell you want"? 	Dying, but so busy complaining that he hardly feels it
 	 	 	Get away from me! 	
 	 	 	Sorry about all this. I was right to expect trouble. Just not... this much of it. 	
 	 	 	Opening night is a failure! 	
 	 	 	Well, a pleasure to meet you! Welcome to the Russos' haven. How do you like the festivities? 	Happy and oblivious
 	 	 	You're back. Thanks for that. 	
 	 	 	Hey, you're still here! Isn't that a trip. 	
 	 	 	Anything I can get for you? 	
 	 	 	You looking at something? 	
 	 	 	Can I do something for you? 	
 	 	 	Can't you see I'm trying to enjoy a drink? 	
 	 	 	Mind your business, pal. 	
 	 	 	Go get your own table. 	
 	 	 	Go ahead and join the audience. Just keep an eye out for any trouble. 	
 	 	 	If we're lucky, then I'm just being paranoid. I hope that's the case. 	
 	 	 	We'd better find out what we can while we still have the chance. 	
 	 	 	Would you do the honors? I'm not too great with situations like this. 	Violent situations
 	 	 	Abbie! Are you alright? 	
 	 	 	Please, just... talk to Mom for me. Abbie needs her. 	
 	 	 	It was a bad time to open my mouth. It's just... hard to keep it in all the time. 	
 	 	 	I think Mom wanted you to do something for her. 	
 	 	 	I'm really worried about Abbie. We have to figure something out to help her. 	
 	 	 	Is there something happening downstairs? I'm not sure what all the commotion is. 	Blissfully unaware (senile)
 	 	 	My wife's throwing another party, isn't she? Well, enjoy the festivities! 	Blissfully unaware (senile)
 	 	 	Anyone ever told you that you look familiar? 	Blissfully unaware (senile)
 	 	 	Welcome! What can I do for you? 	Blissfully unaware (senile)
 	 	 	Sorry, I'd better a keep an eye on this. 	Slightly hushed, polite but distracted/worried by the heckling
 	 	 	I can help you in a moment. Mom's causing a fuss again. 	Slightly hushed, polite but distracted/worried by the heckling
 	 	 	Well, that was embarrassing. Welcome to The Rose Room! Anything to drink? 	
 	 	 	Excuse me? Just who do you think you're speaking to? 	Taken aback. Response to someone shouting rudely from the crowd after Evelyn's singing performance
 	 	 	Hey, you've got a great voice, lady! Wish I could stay awake to hear it. 	Shouted rudely from the crowd just after a performance
 	 	 	The neon lights... Forbidden delights... Come have it all... Right here in Atlantic City... 	Singing
 	 	 	You're not joking, right? *relieved sigh* You can pull this off. We- Abbie needs you to. 	
 	 	 	Please, just let us know as soon as possible if anything goes wrong. I'll do whatever I can for her in the meantime. 	
 	 	 	I really appreciate that. 	
 	 	 	You make the second part of that sound like a simple ask. 	
 	 	 	I did say it was crazy. But, please, and I really mean it. 	
 	 	 	It'd be a bad idea for any of us to go back there right now, if newcomers like us could even negotiate a flight in the first place. 	Emphasis on "us", as in the Russos
 	 	 	Blood of the Devil? Now that doesn't sound like something anybody should be drinking. 	
 	 	 	Of course he does. And I'd like one thing in the last twenty years of my life to count as a success. Is that so much to ask for? 	Frustrated, dramatic
 	 	 	Those who fancy themselves part of the Atlantic City "high life" have access to a special intoxicant. They drink the Devil's Blood. 	
 	 	 	I should have paid more attention. Must be the stress of the move got to her. 	
 	 	 	Crap, I think you're right. 	
 	 	 	She's got the shakes. Could be she's danced with the devil. 	
 	 	 	They know... I thought I covered my tracks... They're gonna come back, they're gonna... 	
 	 	 	What are you talking about? 	
 	 	 	You're my own mom. Don't talk to me like... *pained groan* 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Nobody's stopping you. 	
 	 	 	You say that now? All of this was your idea! We're so busy dealing with your problems, there's no room for anyone else! 	Emotional outburst
 	 	 	Is that really how you feel, Vincenzo? 	
 	 	 	Yes! It is, one hundred percent, absolutely how I feel! 	
 	 	 	After everything I've done for us, everything I've sacrificed! Unbelievable. 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Just, please go talk to my mother for me. It was a bad time to set her off. Right now, we need to figure out how to help Abbie. 	
 	 	 	Thank you. I know you'll have better luck than I would. 	
 	 	 	That regardless of any issues between me and her, she needs to come down and be there for her daughter. 	Angry
 	 	 	*sigh* Tell her I'm sorry, and Abbie needs her right now. She needs all of us. I can't do this on my own. 	Calming down and amending his initial angry response
 	 	 	Yeah... tell me about it. Mom's obsessed with herself, and Dad can hardly remember what he did two minutes ago. 	
 	 	 	With the two of them so preoccupied, it's no wonder Abbie keeps getting herself into trouble. 	
 	 	 	That leaves me to jerryrig everything together with twine and duct tape. 	
 	 	 	Me? It's... possible. But I wouldn't be the first in line for elimination. 	Quick answer, thinking out loud
 	 	 	Uh, anyway, that's not important right now! Those people are dead, and Abbie's alive. But... that could change if we don't get her treated. 	Realizing he said too much and awkwardly trying to cover. Then, realizing how grave the situation actually is.
 	 	 	I offer drinks, games, music, more excitement and luxury than this dreary mountain range has ever seen, and what do I get? 	
 	 	 	An audience full of hitmen, a strung out daughter, and an unappreciative son! Just... ridiculous! Nothing makes sense any more! 	
 	 	 	Welcome to my life. Nothing has gone right since the bombs, and that's a damn long time to make the show go on. 	
 	 	 	Need me? The last time they needed me was when they were in diapers. 	
 	 	 	Those unruly children learned the gift of language and have used it to complain ever since. 	
 	 	 	*sigh* Fine, I'll come downstairs and "help". The extra moment of peace isn't worth delaying the inevitable. 	
 	 	 	But it's not like I'll be able to do anything, anyway. 	
 	 	 	Do me one favor first. Go upstairs and let my husband, Antonio, know what's happening. He may not understand, but... he should at least be told.	Sad, but resigned
 	 	 	You think I'm not concerned? Let me ask you something. What do you do to destress? Read a comic? Listen to the radio? 	
 	 	 	It's the apocalypse - maybe you go out and blow some heads off? Whatever it is, it's a distraction. A tool to stay sane under pressure. 	
 	 	 	So don't you dare judge me for keeping my head above water. Much better to complain than have an emotional breakdown. 	
 	 	 	*scoff* And just what are you implying? You don't know anything about me! 	
 	 	 	I did what was necessary to survive in a cutthroat industry full of insane people! If they'd come after me for that, let them! 	
 	 	 	Once a paradise, now a madhouse. Everyone lost their sanity after the bombs. The Showmen are the worst of all. Avoid them at all costs. 	It's personal with the Showmen
 	 	 	They're masochists who get off on risking their own lives in front of others. Once upon a time, people could appreciate simple talent. 	Bitter and resentful
 	 	 	Now everyone's so depressed about the end of the world that the only way they can feel something is by pumping their adrenaline up to eleven. 	Bitter and resentful
 	 	 	The Showmen make a living by capitalizing on that desire. 	Bitter and resentful
 	 	 	Huh? Of course not, I don't mind at all. 	
 	 	 	My daughter... Oh, she's a great kid. Fast learner. Resilient. Stubborn. Does she need something? 	Feigning obliviousness/dementia, but he's actually worried
 	 	 	What should you do? Uh... About what, exactly? I can't help if you don't tell me what the problem is. 	Friendly, but confused
 	 	 	Me? I'm right as rain! How are you doing this fine evening? Enjoying the festivities? 	Happy and oblivious
 	 	 	Hitmen? What hitmen? Have you been watching too much television? 	Friendly, unaware that he's confused
 	 	 	My daughter... You know, I still remember catching little Abbie with a pack of candy pilfered from the convenience store. 	Fondly
 	 	 	So clever. So stubborn! *laughs* I never thought she would, uh... Were we talking about somebody? 	"Forgetting" what he was talking about mid-sentence
 	 	 	Going already? But you've just said hello! 	Friendly, but confused
 	 	 	Look, I've done some thinking. Devil's Blood is highly addictive, and... withdrawal is dangerous. Can even be fatal. 	
 	 	 	We are hundreds of miles away from anyone who knows what to do about this. Doctors here are only going to know about regular chems. 	
 	 	 	A doctor's not good enough, anyway. We need the Blood. 	
 	 	 	Correct. And the only way to get to Atlantic City in a timely fashion is a vertibird. 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Like I said, they may have heard about Devil's Blood, but they're not going to have a supply. Or a cure. But that vertibird... 	
 	 	 	Say... You don't happen to be on good terms with the Refuge, do you? 	
 	 	 	You're kidding? Then you're exactly the person we need right now. 	
 	 	 	That's a boon we really need right now. 	
 	 	 	Well then, how much of a people person are you? 	
 	 	 	You really mean it? 	
 	 	 	I need to ask you something crazy. Because you don't really know us, and really, from what you've seen so far, have no reason to trust us... 	
 	 	 	But my sister is in trouble, so I'm going to ask. Could you fly to Atlantic City and bring back a dose of Devil's Blood? 	
 	 	 	It's an exclusive chem. Typically only accessible to high society, and to the people that source it: the mob. 	
 	 	 	You'll have to find one of them. See what you can negotiate. 	
 	 	 	Remember the firefight earlier? Whoever sent those people still has it out for us. 	
 	 	 	For one of us, in any case. 	
 	 	 	Undetermined. We could fight about it all day. 	
 	 	 	What in God's name is happening? 	Rushing downstairs, alarmed from hearing gunshots down there
 	 	 	They were simple instructions! How hard is it *pained cough* to follow simple instructions? 	Dying, but so frustrated by the stupidity, he hardly feels the pain
 	 	 	Vincenzo... Why is my audience dead?! 	For her, this is more alarming than hearing gunshots in the first place. Her audience! Who will applaud her?!
 	 	 	*sigh* Why don't you ask this guy before he croaks? 	Really just done with it all
 	 	 	Crap... I think I went too far. *sigh* 	
 	 	 	Get out of my club! Get out! Out! 	Absolutely losing it
 	 	 	You're living in a bubble, lady! The Wasteland ain't no place for some snazzy pre-war nightclub. 	
 	 	 	The nerve of those people! Truly... 	Complaining to herself about how she was insulted by crowd members
 	 	 	They wouldn't know talent if it dropped an atomic bomb on them! 	Complaining to herself about how she was insulted by crowd members
 	 	 	Pleased to make your acquaintance! 	
 	 	 	You'll stick around for the next set, won't you? 	
 	 	 	I'm performing later. Would love for you to see it! 	
 	 	 	Stick around, and you're in for a musical treat. 	
 	 	 	Gee, I'm starting to get nervous! 	Having a joyous attitude about it
 	 	 	Well? What's going on down here? 	
 	 	 	Are you going to question this reprobate, or do I have to do it myself? 	
 	 	 	Is my daughter alright? 	
 	 	 	It's one problem after another. What's going on with Abigail? 	
 	 	 	Everything I do goes unappreciated! 	
 	 	 	My own son! Unbelievable. 	
 	 	 	Let my husband know what's going on, will you? He's upstairs. 	
 	 	 	Antonio deserves to know about this. As best he can comprehend it, anyway. 	
 	 	 	Surely there's some way we can help her. A wet towel, maybe? 	
 	 	 	I'm sure Vincenzo knows what to do. 	
 	 	 	Oh, don't act like you're above all this. For all we know, someone at City Hall has it out for you. 	
 	 	 	We don't know who "they" are to begin with. 	
 	 	 	Gee, thanks for the comforting words. Just like being at home with ma. 	
 	 	 	Hey, I told them the same thing, lady. Starting to think they wanted to get rid of me, too. 	
 	 	 	Wouldn't you like to know? 	
 	 	 	Alright. Can't say I blame you for not wanting to stick your nose in our crap. 	Genuinely understanding
 	 	 	I'll just keep an eye out myself. While serving drinks, cleaning cups, maintaining inventory... 	Taking mental inventory. He's not intentionally trying to be catty. Just stressed
 	 	 	Sorry. That was inappropriate. Please enjoy yourself. 	Genuinely apologetic for letting his annoyance slip
 	 	 	We have another performance scheduled later. If you stick around... Well, I promise those bozos won't interrupt this time. 	Weak bargain for the player to stay
 	 	 	Because they, uh, left already. 	Kinda pathetic, in a funny way
 	 	 	My sister's sitting over there. Dad's probably up in his room. 	
 	 	 	He's getting up there, started having some... cognitive issues recently. Doesn't make him great for socializing. 	
 	 	 	See... that's, uh... you know, why does anyone move, really? To see new sights, make new friends... get a fresh start. 	Dodging the question
 	 	 	Could I offer you another drink? 	
 	 	 	There's another question for my dear mother. 	
 	 	 	We just moved here from the coast. Atlantic City, which, believe it or not, is doing pretty well compared to, uh... everywhere else. 	
 	 	 	Over there, Mom was an entertainer. It's what she does, what she knows. 	
 	 	 	I don't think she's woken up to the reality of what the rest of the world is like out here. 	
 	 	 	Yeah. Yeah, I really could. 	Genuine exhaustion here. He hasn't taken a moment to breathe until the player asks this
 	 	 	My mom thought that we weren't gonna have any trouble tonight. But from the crowd I've seen so far... I have my doubts. Big ones. 	
 	 	 	If you feel inclined... Could you keep an eye out? Maybe, if it's necessary, handle a fight? 	
 	 	 	But... keep a low profile about it, so Mom doesn't freak out. I'd really appreciate it. 	
 	 	 	Sorry. It's not your job to hear me complain. It's your job to relax, have a drink, and enjoy the music. 	Genuinely apologetic
 	 	 	So, what can I help you with? 	Genuinely trying to be accommodating, but still very tired and stressed under the surface
 	 	 	That would be... a beer. Because stock was on me, just behind the other hundred things on my to-do list that nobody else is doing... 	
 	 	 	Try telling her that. I have. About a thousand times now. Not easy running a business with an owner who keeps actively sabotaging it. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, well, I've got more of them than I'd like. 	
 	 	 	The nerve! 	Storming away
 	 	 	By the way, your singing sucks anyway! 	Tacked on, comical final word in the argument. Might be funny to try a "tongue out" noise at the end
 	 	 	Sheez louise. You don't have to tell me twice. 	Taken aback and dismissive of Evelyn's outburst
 	 	 	Hey! I scavenged these threads from Charleston Landfill, fair and square! 	
 	 	 	*scoff* Really? Now, I don't know what indignities you and Miss Country Thrift Store are forced to survive out here- 	She gets interrupted
 	 	 	I got the right to say what I mean. Your fancy jazz is puttin' me to sleep! 	
 	 	 	Oh, shut it, Connie. You're always startin' crap. 	Raider type chastising her SO
 	 	 	Well, screw you! But, thank you! Shouldn't be so goddamned difficult to execute a basic plan. 	
 	 	 	Didn't turn out well for them? *pained laugh* And what about me, huh? Condemned to death by the stupidity of others. 	
 	 	 	Then you're just as bad as the rest of these harebrained knuckleheads bleeding out all over the floor! 	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	Go ahead and join the audience. If nothing happens, then you can enjoy the show just like everyone else. 	
 	 	 	I hope that's the case, but, better safe than sorry. And thank you. I do really appreciate the help. 	
 	 	 	This isn't like any other chem. When you dance with the devil, you either keep dancing, or you get burnt to a crisp. 	
 	 	 	Whoever it was, they're wasting their time, sending you all this way. 	
 	 	 	Shit. Abbie! Are you okay? 	Just noticing that Abbie is still cowering on the floor
 	 	 	Yeah, you're right. Now we're onto a different type of "conflict resolution". 	Slightly annoyed, but doesn't think it's unreasonable
 	 	 	Take this, but that's the most I can give you. And be gentle. Mom's ego will require soothing if she's going to cooperate. 	
 	 	 	Right, of course not. I wouldn't expect you to. Head's just all over the place, lately. This is what I can spare. 	
 	 	 	Oh, my darling girl... 	
 	 	 	Really? You mean it? 	Surprised to actually receive help. He's used to doing everything himself.
 	 	 	*screams* 	Ducking for cover amidst sudden gunfire, whilst already on the verge of a psychotic breakdown
 	 	 	Thank God. For a second I thought... 	...that you had gotten shot
 	 	 	Don't let her get to you, honey. 	Defending his SO
 	 	 	Now you listen to me! This establishment is no place for inconsiderate street rats! 	Taking the mic back after being interrupted, which she HATED
 	 	 	Just because you'd rather live under the tragic, filthy, rad-ridden shadow of the bombs doesn't mean the rest of us have to! 	
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