Duchess/Dialogue

==W05 MQ 001P Wayward==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Texts 	Script Notes
 	 	 	One's a younger guy, shock of black hair, clean shaven. Other's a seven-foot-tall robotic woman with a laser gun for a face. You can't miss her. 	
 	 	 	Two peas in a pod, those ones, so if you find one, the other won't be far off. 	
 	 	 	You're not wrong. Fine. One-fifty. So can I presume this means you're on the case? 	Negotiating, but happy about the results.
 	 	 	You bring 'em both back, got 100 caps with your name on 'em. 	Negotiating.
 	 	 	They're called "the Scorched." They're... anti-social, to say the least. Kept screaming to themselves, mumbling gibberish. 	A little nervous. These were some disconcerting creatures you encountered.
 	 	 	But they can use guns and bludgeons as good as you or me, so I wouldn't expect any sort of cake walk. 	A little nervous. These were some disconcerting creatures you encountered.
 	 	 	Real glad to hear it. So, one of them's got tracker in her. Frequency is 99.7, the once proud home of Appalachia's smooth jazz. 	Appa-LATCH-uh
 	 	 	Figured someone should get some use out of it. 	
 	 	 	You tune that little radio of yours there, it should get you headed in their direction. 	
 	 	 	And please, find out what happened to 'em for me? If I need new people, I'd like to at least ensure I tried to do right by the old ones. 	
 	 	 	I've got a couple of people that've gone missing after they took off after some... things. I'll pay good money to know if they're still kicking. 	
 	 	 	And, who knows, maybe it'll jog my memory regarding that treasure the boy was talking about. 	Coy.
 	 	 	So... what's the chance an operator like yourself might be willing to lend us another hand? 	Let "so" play out long. You're hoping to get this person's help.
 	 	 	Here. Little gift of thanks. 	
 	 	 	Only that they want something from Crane. But I think we can use that to our advantage. That is, if you're doing this job for me. 	
 	 	 	Seventy-five's as high as I'll go. And for that kinda money I expect to never hear from those boys again. Now that mean you're on the case? 	Negotiating, but happy about the results.
 	 	 	Fifty sound fair? 	Negotiating.
 	 	 	Plus, you see this through, I'll give ya a discount here at The Wayward. 	Negotiating.
 	 	 	Fifty caps if you can get the job done. 	Negotiating, but not too tough. You're trying to entice them here.
 	 	 	I don't care how you deal with them. Sweet talk, string up their leader by his ears, hell, buy 'em all ice cream sandwiches. 	RERECORD. She didn't read the line correctly.
 	 	 	Whatever you can do to get them to stop harassing us is fine by me. 	
 	 	 	That's what I was hoping. So, the details. 	
 	 	 	So, what do you say?} 	
 	 	 	But I'm willing to pay good money if you put an end to this for me. 	
 	 	 	But I'm willing to pay good money - and tell you everything I know about Mrs. 76 - if you put an end to this for me. 	
 	 	 	Normally, I'd send my people out to clean house, but my muscle's run off, so I don't have the bodies to spare right now. 	
 	 	 	But I want him to be the last. 	Getting mad. You're putting on your business face.
 	 	 	See, that boy you put down, he's not the first of his crew to roll in here. 	
 	 	 	See, that boy we put down, he's not the first of his crew to roll in here. 	
 	 	 	You know, I'm pretty busy with my own rebuilding projects, honey, but if you're looking to make some clink, I have something I could use a hand with. 	Amused. Someone's trying to fleece you for money, but you've heard it all before.
 	 	 	Take a look. 	
 	 	 	Not a whole hell of a lot. We only just got back here ourselves. 	
 	 	 	A hundred years ago before the bombs, this was a popular little highway between two of Appalachia's biggest cities - Morgantown up north and Charleston to the south. 	Appa-LATCH-uh
 	 	 	We set up here hoping it might relive that fate. But so far all we've gotten is trouble. 	
 	 	 	Just agreeing to lend us a hand in a little... diplomatic intervention. 	Being coy. You want something before you're willing to give up any information.
 	 	 	We haven't been here real long, but I don't recall having anyone broadcasting their position as "Overseer" rolling through. 	Thinking back.
 	 	 	I could see to asking around if any of my people might have come across her... 	Thinking back.
 	 	 	...but since we've naturally drifted onto the topic of helping each other, there's something you might do for me. 	
 	 	 	Overseer, huh? So you must be the one. No, I haven't seen her, but I have heard her. 	Thinking back.
 	 	 	My people found a tape she left behind for one of her dwellers at that camp across the way ... though it's a bit out of date now. Maybe you're the one she left it for? 	Thinking back.
 	 	 	I'm happy to hand it over ... though now that we've drifted naturally onto the topic of helping one another, maybe there's something you can do for me in return. 	Little bit of smirk. Trying to get something out of this transaction.
 	 	 	Now that you mention it, I could use an extra pair of hands. 	Considering. This person is offering to help take care of an issue you've run into.
 	 	 	Name's Duchess. There something I can do for ya? 	
 	 	 	Name's Duchess. Happy to hear their boss is out of the picture. 	
 	 	 	You must be some kind of operator. 	
 	 	 	Name's Duchess. Nice little gambit you pulled back there, distracting him like that. 	
 	 	 	Course, can't help wondering how exactly you knew his boss' name, but I'm not one to ask too many questions when I've already gotten the answer I want. 	
 	 	 	First round's on me. 	RERECORD. This needs to be more somber. This happened right after a hold up in your bar.
 	 	 	Thank you, Mort. 	Cool, but thankful. Your bodyguard just killed the person pointing a gun at you.
 	 	 	Your guess is as good as mine, sweetheart. 	
 	 	 	He busted in here saying I needed to turn over the location of some fellow named Crane who I guess I must've served at some point or another. 	
 	 	 	Since then a steady stream of miscreants has been making my life irritating. Not exactly good for a budding business. 	
 	 	 	Hey! You want to see if there's a tomorrow? Then I want you to tell me where you and the rest of your numbskull crew is hiding out. 	Stern. You're keeping your cool in the face of someone who was threatening you.
 	 	 	That's the spirit. 	
 	 	 	Now, you ready to get this show on the road? 	
 	 	 	Hot dog. Be good to have those dolts off our backs at long last. 	
 	 	 	Understood. Take care of what you need to and come see me. 	
 	 	 	For the electronic parts, you should check out Gorge Junkyard up the road. 	Addressing someone in front of you.
 	 	 	For the wood... well, there's the lumberyard back up towards Vault 76 or you can just harvest the fallen trees in the forest. 	
 	 	 	There's also that little camp across the way. Looked like it had a fair bit of scrap lying around that could help. 	
 	 	 	So, what do you say? You ready to get this show on the road? 	
 	 	 	What the--Mort?! What was that?! 	Surprised. Someone you were pumping for information just got shot.
 	 	 	I suppose... 	Still coming down from the heat of the hold-up.
 	 	 	I... you know we could've asked him some questions. 	Surprised. Someone you were pumping for information just got shot.
 	 	 	Oh. Darling. I'm... see, as fine as that idea is... 	Sympathetic. The player just expressed how no one ever come to their brithday parties.
 	 	 	You know, I was thinking we could take a different tact. 	Getting back to your normal tone by the end of this.
 	 	 	We haven't been here real long, sweetheart, but the majority of our patrons thus far have been of the troublemaking type, unfortunately. 	Thinking back.
 	 	 	No Overseers to speak of. 	
 	 	 	And so you know, you might have to break some of this scrap down for parts, but I can spot you some workbench materials too since you're doing me such a big one. 	
 	 	 	Who knows, maybe you'll learn something while you do it. 	
 	 	 	Course, you're going to need materials. But we should have enough lying around to cover you there. 	
 	 	 	You know what? Talk to Bessie. Give her the command "Agent Danger." 	
 	 	 	Keep spare parts in her ammo bays since she's not using 'em anymore. She should be able to give you what you need. 	
 	 	 	Course, you're going to need materials. But we should have enough lying around to cover you there. Get ya together a little care package. 	
 	 	 	Throw some rations in there too so you don't starve on me. 	
 	 	 	Course, you're going to need materials. But we should have enough lying around to cover you there. Get ya together a little care package. 	
 	 	 	Whew... appreciate it, Mort. 	Just got out of a tight spot. Cool, but thankful. Your bodyguard just killed the person pointing a gun at you.
 	 	 	Uh, you maybe want to deal with him first? 	Someone's trying to talk to you in the middle of a fire fight.
 	 	 	So, you reconsider my offer? You willing to help me deal with these troublemakers? 	
 	 	 	Hmm. Not exactly the introduction to The Wayward I would've hoped for. Sorry about that, darling. 	The person you're talking to walked into the bar just as it was getting held up and watched that person get killed.
 	 	 	Suspect those degenerates likely still have my people. Any chance you've reconsidered tracking them down for me? 	
 	 	 	Well, well. Aren't I lucky you and that silver tongue strode in here. 	The person you're talking to just talked down someone with a gun in your bar. You're thankful.
 	 	 	Was wondering when you might be back to put an end to these boys' misbehavior once and for all. 	
 	 	 	So, what do you say? You think you could make this schematic here into a real attraction? 	
 	 	 	So, I'm all ears. How would you go about getting the attention of these miscreants? 	
 	 	 	Well, look who's back. Anything I can do for you? 	The person you're talking to just talked down someone with a gun in your bar. You're thankful.
 	 	 	What were we talking about? Oh yeah. 	
 	 	 	So, you about ready to take care of these boys at West Virginia Lumber for us? 	
 	 	 	Honey, you picked the wrong time to get a drink. 	RERECORD. Too sing-songy. This needs to me flatter, more serious. Someone just walked into your bar as its being held up.
 	 	 	Mort! You busy, doll? 	Someone's pointing a gun at you in your own bar. You're keeping calm. Mort is yelled out, calling for your friend who's hiding nearby.
 	 	 	Mort? 	You're suddenly puzzled. She's addressing someone in a room you thought was empty.
 	 	 	Fine. Suit yourself. 	Someone's pointing a gun at you in your own bar. You're keeping calm. Mort is yelled out, calling for your bodyguard.
 	 	 	Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two -- 	Counting down until you shoot this woman in the face. Add a healthy pause between each number.
 	 	 	Don't do this, son. 	Someone's pointing a gun at you in your own bar. You're keeping calm, because you know they're about to die. You feel sorry for them.
 	 	 	Sweetheart, I think you must be sick. Because pointing a gun at me in my own bar is a terminal affliction. 	Someone's pointing a gun at you in your own bar. You're keeping calm, because you know they're about to die.
 	 	 	Now, you plan to stay hiding back there or are you going to come out and have a drink and play nice? I've had more than enough trouble for one day. 	Projecting a little to someone who was hiding in your bar during a robbery.
 	 	 	Thank you for the assist there. Now, why don't you come over here where I can get a look at you. 	Calm, but not smug. You just watched someone who was threatening you get murdered.
 	 	 	Now, I'm hoping you're here to have a drink and play nice. I've had a gun pointed at me more than enough for one day. 	Calm, but not smug. You just watched someone who was threatening you get murdered.
 	 	 	Now, you here to have a drink and play nice? I don't want my people digging two graves when one will do. 	Calm, but not smug. You just watched someone who was threatening you get murdered.
 	 	 	Smart little distraction there, honey... though I am hoping you're here to play nice. Don't want my people to have to dig any more graves today than they have to. 	Calm, but a little concerned. This person helped you kill a robber... by suggesting he'd help them.
 	 	 	Thank you for the distraction there, friend. Now, why don't you come over here where I can get a look at you. 	Calm, but not smug. You just watched someone who was threatening you get murdered.
 	 	 	I told ya it was going to end badly. 	Calm, but not smug. You just watched someone who was threatening you get murdered.
 	 	 	I told ya it was going to end badly. Now, I suppose you didn't just come for the ambience, did ya doll. 	You just watched someone get murdered in your bar in front of a customer. You're not thrilled.
 	 	 	Do what you need to. We'll be here... least I hope we will. 	This should be a little more nonchalant. You're fine with this person leaving if they have to.
 	 	 	Well, thank you for stepping in back there. You ever need a drink, you pay us a visit. 	
 	 	 	Well, you ever need a drink, I'm more than happy to take your caps. And again, apologies about that mess earlier. 	
 	 	 	Don't be a stranger. 	
 	 	 	Well, thanks to you we know where they're based. Beyond that, only that they're seriously interested in this Crane. So, you willing to lend us a hand? 	
 	 	 	Now was that so hard? Mort, be a dear and clean this up. 	Cool as a cucumber.
 	 	 	Only for you, honey. No one pulls a gun on me in my bar. Mort! Get out here! 	Stern. You're keeping your cool in the face of someone who was threatening you.
 	 	 	Seriously? Everyone and their mother's come running back because some gal got on the horn and told the world there's a treasure hidden in Appalachia. 	Appa-LATCH-uh
 	 	 	Near on all my people and me had skipped town not long after the bombs, so we figured with everyone coming back, we'd join them. 	
 	 	 	So we grabbed a couple trailers and big bot to drag them and set up shop. Thus "The Wayward" was born. 	
 	 	 	Honey, if I could read minds, I can guarantee you I wouldn't be using my gift to serve drinks. 	
 	 	 	My best guess is that I must've served this Crane fellow at some point and that boy and his compatriots seem to think that this Crane found something of value. 	
 	 	 	Whether that's this big one everyone's talking about or something else, I couldn't tell you. But either way, it's making my life irritating and keeping my coffers light. 	
 	 	 	Just make your message to their leader crystal clear - "The Wayward" gets left alone. Now go show 'em the error of their ways. 	
 	 	 	I suppose you have a point. I can do seventy-five? That should work for ya, no? Now, you ready to go have some words with these boys? 	
 	 	 	Now, you ready to get this show on the road? 	
 	 	 	Now, since we already know where they're hiding out... 	
 	 	 	...this should be as easy as letting yourself into West Virginia Lumber and having some strong words with this group's leadership. 	
 	 	 	Well, you find yourself wanting a refresher. Talk to Mort. 	Exasperated. You've heard A LOT about the tapes.
 	 	 	It is a lot to ask. Fine. I can do... seventy-five, but that's as high as I'll go. That mean's you're up to the task? 	
 	 	 	Understood. Take care of what you need to and come see me. 	
 	 	 	There you go, I suppose. You can talk to Mort. 	
 	 	 	Oh Mort. Not the tapes. 	Exasperated. You've heard A LOT about the tapes.
 	 	 	What're you on about, Mordecai? 	
 	 	 	Just make sure once you find out where they're hiding that their leader gets the message - "The Wayward gets left alone." 	
 	 	 	Not one that doesn't involve painting all my cattle. 	A bit of a sigh of exasperation. You're giving into someone else's plan you're not a huge fan of.
 	 	 	Oh Mort. Not the tapes. 	You've heard PLENTY already about the tapes.
 	 	 	How's that exactly? 	You're confused and a bit surprised. Someone you vastly underestimated just suggested they had knowledge you didn't expect.
 	 	 	You Vault boys and girls carry yourselves different. Like you matter. Plus your Pip-Boy was a dead giveaway. But that's besides the point. 	
 	 	 	You think you can work from these schematics? 	
 	 	 	Heh. You saw the sign on the roof? Just used the schematic for that, crossed out our name, added Crane's. Easy as pie. 	Explaining your plan that you're quite proud of.
 	 	 	Just, keep in mind I'm not a ... professional draftswoman. It might be a bit ... rough. Now, you think you can build it? 	You're a bit sheepish here. The thing you made is ugly, but it should be effective.
 	 	 	Hmm. Damn. Okay, okay, new plan. We paint all the Brahmin, then we-- 	RERECCORD. Less angry, more flusted. You're initially a little crestfallen, but you then quickly come up with a new plan before you're cut off.
 	 	 	You just need to build it, power it, let the radio transmitter in there bring them in, then track down their boss and convince him to leave us alone. 	Explaining a plan you're proud of.
 	 	 	They did teach you all how to build from schematics up in that vault of yours didn't they? 	
 	 	 	You just need to build it, use the tape it spits out to tell the world you're "open for business," and then convince any punks that show up to tell you where their boss is hiding.	Explaining a plan you're proud of.
 	 	 	They did teach you all how to build from schematics up in that vault of yours didn't they? 	
 	 	 	So what I've got here is a one-of-a kind schematic for "Crane Treasure Hunting Inc." 	You're explaining a plan you're proud of. "Here" refers to the schematic you just handed over.
 	 	 	So what I've chicken-scratched together here for you is the schematic for one custom-made "Crane Treasure Hunting Inc." sign. 	You're explaining a plan you're proud of. "Here" refers to the schematic you just handed over.
 	 	 	If I didn't butcher the plans too bad, it's got a little system built-in that'll make sending out an advertisement - and getting this gang's attention - a snap. 	
 	 	 	Hmm. Okay. I think that'll... I just want you to know, architecture ain't exactly my forte. 	You're making modifications to a schematic with a pencil as you talk.
 	 	 	Just give me one second... 	You begin fishing around for a schematic and a pencil.
 	 	 	Sure thing, captain. We're going to draw these boys in by making them think you're Crane. 	
 	 	 	Heh. Not quite. But if we can broadcast the fact that you're Crane, well, I bet we can get their attention. 	
 	 	 	We're gonna make them think you're Crane. And I think I know just how to do it. 	
 	 	 	Now, each of these boys came in asking after Crane. I'm thinking we can make that work for us. 	
 	 	 	How would you grab the attention of a bunch of single-minded thugs? 	
 	 	 	You don't say? Those boys have been quite the thorn in my side since we got here. Good to know its been handled. Seems you're quite the operator. 	This person says they took care of a problem for you. You're please.
 	 	 	Oh... you know I might've like to have been consulted before you go signing me up for any deals, but I suppose I'll take the gift's I'm given. 	Grateful, but mildly irritated.
 	 	 	Thanks, I guess. 	Grateful, but mildly irritated.
 	 	 	Suit yourself. You change your mind, I'll make sure it's worth your while. 	
 	 	 	Now, you'll probably need to pick up some materials, too - wood, electronics, copper wiring and the like. 	
 	 	 	Course, you'll probably need to collect some materials, too - wood, electronics, copper wiring and the like. 	
 	 	 	Course, you're going to need materials. But we should have enough lying around to cover you there. Get ya together a little care package. 	
 	 	 	Course, you're going to need materials. But we should have enough lying around to cover you there. 	
 	 	 	You know what? Talk to Bessie. Give her the command "Agent Danger." 	
 	 	 	Keep spare parts in her ammo bays since she's not using 'em anymore. She should be able to give you what you need. 	
 	 	 	Not sure I've got enough on hand, unfortunately. No, we're going to draw them in by making them think you're Crane. 	
 	 	 	What's going on is that this one seems to think I know where this big treasure is and that I'm building my new bar out of refuse for fun. 	You're explaining to someone why you're irritated by the person who's trying to hold up your bar.
 	 	 	Only seems fair. The details, then. 	
 	 	 	We haven't been here real long, but I don't recall anyone broadcasting their position as "Overseer" rolling through. 	
 	 	 	Be happy to ask around, though, if any of my people might've come across her... so long as you're willing to help us in return. 	Little smirk at the end.
 	 	 	Overseer, huh? So you must be the one. No, I haven't seen her, but I have heard her. 	Recalling your past experiences.
 	 	 	My people found a tape just on the other side of the road that it seems she left behind for one of her dwellers... though it's a bit out of date now. 	
 	 	 	Maybe it was waiting there for you? Happy to give it to you... so long as you're still willing to help us. 	Friendly negotiating.
 	 	 	So I could absolutely use another set of hands if you're willing to lend 'em. 	Kindly asking for help.
 	 	 	To not put too fine a point on it. 	Equivocate here a bit. You've just been told something that's really true, but you're reticent to believe.
 	 	 	Primarily-- 	You start to answer but are almost immediately cut off.
 	 	 	Well, aren't you a smart cookie. And I think I know just how to do it. 	
 	 	 	Bingo. Exactly what I'm thinking. 	
 	 	 	Oh. And on the topic of leaders... you know one of my people found this tape in the camp across the way. Recorded by one Overseer of Vault 76. 	
 	 	 	It's, uh, a little out-of-date at this point... but it seems it might've been left for someone from her vault. Maybe it was waiting for you? 	
 	 	 	Sounds like she set the camp up so her people could get some practice in ... self-reliance. Probably worth looking into if you think you could use a refresher. 	
 	 	 	And here. That Overseer tape. 	
 	 	 	Sounds like she set up that camp across the way so her people could get some practice in ... self-reliance. 	
 	 	 	Probably worth looking into if you think you could use a refresher. 	
 	 	 	Sure will. Throw some caps your way, too. 	Friendly. You're negotiating here.
 	 	 	Huh. Not half bad. 	You're explaining a plan you're proud of.
 	 	 	As happy as never seeing your ugly mug again would make me, I can't just magic up information I don't know. 	You're mad, but also have a gun pointed at you.
 	 	 	Appreciate the both of you stepping in back there. 	Just got out of gun fight alive thank to some help. You're grateful.
 	 	 	Don't shoot the Ghoul! He's with us! 	Yelling out in the heat of combat.
==W05 MQ 003P Muscle==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	You just let me know. 	
 	 	 	Okay... 	
 	 	 	All right, then. 	
 	 	 	You ready to listen? I'm just warning you I can't guarantee you're going to be happy with what I'm about to say. 	Darkening a little. This sounds like a metaphor, but there is a literal monster upstairs and you're worried how everyone is going to react.
 	 	 	I'm willing to spill, though this one... this one ain't as happy as the story we've gotten up to this point. You willing to listen? 	Darkening a little. This sounds like a metaphor, but there is a literal monster upstairs and you're worried how everyone is going to react.
 	 	 	But... that really just leaves one last topic for us to discuss, doesn't it... 	Darkening a little. This sounds like a metaphor, but there is a literal monster upstairs and you're worried how everyone is going to react.
 	 	 	So then, what do you say we discuss a different topic. Among friends. 	Darkening a little. This sounds like a metaphor, but there is a literal monster upstairs and you're worried how everyone is going to react.
 	 	 	It's true. You've worked real hard putting things right for us. None of us are going to forget what you've done. 	
 	 	 	Girl's right. You've made our lives a whole mess better by walking in that door. 	
 	 	 	Any idea what kind they got? 	A signal just started coming in on a radio you're watching.
 	 	 	Jug here should do the trick. 	You're looking around for a place to stash your robot friend's head.
 	 	 	And at the risk of sounding like a broken record, thank you. We'll all owe you big after this. 	A little impressed that your guard has so much fire in him.
 	 	 	Here. Take this. It's a signal beacon. Just plant that on Polly's new frame and we'll handle it from there. 	
 	 	 	Here. The tracker. Just plant that on Polly's new frame and we'll handle it from there. 	
 	 	 	I understand. I'll just be here watching over my invalid and my guillotined robot. 	A little irritated. You could really use the help.
 	 	 	I... fine. You want more, you got it. So you'll do it? 	A little irritated, because you're getting bilked for extra money, but you're getting what you want.
 	 	 	You're a life saver. 	
 	 	 	Did I... you know I'm eighty percent... 	Your friend's head has been placed in a bottle. It's not the best situation. Give a long pause before continuing. You forgot to empty the bottle.
 	 	 	Look, I'm sorry to even ask, but is there any chance you might be able to help us out here? 	Trying to convince the player to lend you a hand in this rough moment.
 	 	 	I can make it worth your while. Find Polly this new body... I'll tell you everything I know about Crane and his treasure. 	Trying to convince the player to lend you a hand in this rough moment.
 	 	 	Look, I'm sorry to even ask, but is there any chance you might be able to help us out here? 	Trying to convince the player to lend you a hand in this rough moment.
 	 	 	You've already done so much for us... but find Polly this body, I'll know I can rely on you. And I take care of people I can rely on.	Trying to convince the player to lend you a hand in this rough moment. Emphasis on "take care".
 	 	 	Solomon, you're going nowhere. 	An order, but to someone you love who's not taking care of themselves.
 	 	 	That's not going to do at all. 	Your friend's head has been placed in a bottle. It's not the best situation.
 	 	 	Friend, how about you take a load off? You can place our girl, uh... 	A little flustered. You're looking for a spot to place the severed head of your former bodyguard.
 	 	 	Good to see it ain't got your spirits down. 	Your personal robot bodyguard is in very rough shape. She cracked a joke, though, so you think she'll be all right.
 	 	 	Back at long last. But where's our girl? 	Happy initially, but then puzzled. RERECORD. You're genuinely happy here.
 	 	 	Woah. You're not looking so great, darling. 	Your personal robot bodyguard is in very rough shape. You're a bit shocked, but keeping your cool.
 	 	 	Still, beats the hell out of your current address, don't it, doll? 	
 	 	 	So, you ready to hear about Crane? 	You're slowly falling apart and losing your mind.
 	 	 	Tell me you've reconsidered tracking down a new body for our girl here. 	Concerned. Your robotic bodyguard's head is sitting in a jug of moonshine and she needs a body, stat.
 	 	 	No, I don't think that's going to work at all. 	Concerned. Your robotic bodyguard's head is sitting in a jug of moonshine.
 	 	 	Hey there. You track down what a new body's going to run? 	
 	 	 	You found a new ride for our girl yet? 	
 	 	 	You tag the body with Sol's tracker here, I'll have my people collect it... once it's safe. 	
 	 	 	Don't you worry there. Sol, you've still got one of those trackers? 	
 	 	 	Solomon? You had a spot in mind? 	
 	 	 	Uh... 	Quickly scanning the area for an item large enough to hold a robotic head.
 	 	 	... jug should do the trick. 	A little flustered. You're looking for a spot to place the severed head of your former bodyguard.
 	 	 	I'm sure you'll get your vengeance someday. For now, friend, why don't you set her down... 	Consoling initially, but then a little flustered. You're looking for a spot to place the severed head of your former bodyguard.
 	 	 	Friend, why don't you set her down... 	A little flustered. You're looking for a spot to place the severed head of your former bodyguard.
 	 	 	What say you find that out. Then maybe we can help. 	
 	 	 	Hmm. Well, let's just keep that on the list of options. Now how much did you say you needed? 	
 	 	 	Polly, how upset would you be if we plunked you in a Protectron or something. 	
 	 	 	Did they now? 	
 	 	 	Of course, darling. We all appreciate you doing this. 	
 	 	 	And I've got 175, which gets you... hopefully closer? You know, maybe you could try negotiating with 'em? Talk 'em down a little bit?	You're a bit disappointed. This person came to you to help them financially and you're striking out.
 	 	 	You'll figure it out. I know you'll do great. 	You're striking out on getting this person money, so you're being overly optimistic, foisting it on them instead.
 	 	 	Odd choice considering it's literally your head on the line, but fine. Mort? 	
 	 	 	Polly? 	
 	 	 	Sol, how much have you got? 	
 	 	 	Time to pass around the collection plate, gang. 	
 	 	 	Okay, okay. I suppose that's fair. 	
 	 	 	So how much did this immortal shopkeep want? 	
 	 	 	You know, maybe I spoke out of turn. 	You made a quip at someone else, but they have dirt on you, so you now regret it.
 	 	 	Pay? There's someone still in there? They must look worse than Mort. 	
 	 	 	Crane. 	Darkening a little. This sounds like a metaphor, but there is a literal monster upstairs and you're worried how everyone is going to react.
 	 	 	So, you going to tell our girl about her new ride, or what? 	
 	 	 	No need to play hard-to-get. Tell Polly what you found. 	
 	 	 	This new body. It is going to fit in the door... right? 	
 	 	 	Thank you for doing this. Honestly. We will all owe you big time. 	
 	 	 	Like Sol said, tag our girl something nice, all right? 	
 	 	 	Don't worry about pick-up. We'll take care of that. 	
 	 	 	Jug should do the trick. Just plunk her in there. 	
 	 	 	You ain't going to hurt her. Just drop Polly in. 	
 	 	 	All right. Half the gang reunited. Just have to find our gal and we'll be all set. 	Happier. You've gotten one of your missing people back.
 	 	 	Sol was telling me what happened in there. You got a real knack for showing up at the right damn times. 	
 	 	 	Give those degenerates hell. 	
 	 	 	Sure hope that transmitter's still working. 	
 	 	 	Polly and Sol are two tough cookies... which is why I'm so damn worried. 	Keeping up a tough facade.
 	 	 	Goodness, they better be all right. 	Keeping up a tough facade.
 	 	 	If those things laid a finger on my people, you send them to an early grave, you understand? 	Keeping up a tough facade.
 	 	 	These Scorched things don't negotiate. Best arm up before heading after them. 	Keeping up a tough facade.
 	 	 	A good one... I hope. It's... complicated. But I'll walk you through every detail if you do this for us. 	A little flustered. You're not exactly sure how to describe this.
 	 	 	Honey, it's... complicated. But I promise. I will walk you through every... gory detail if you do this for us. 	You're keeping a secret here. Give a good pause before "gory."
 	 	 	To tell you the truth, honey, I'm actually not sure myself. But let's just say it's what's been keeping the neighborhood interesting.	
 	 	 	But for now, you're just going to have to trust me. So, please? Will you find her that body? 	
 	 	 	Yes... at least... well, it's better I walk you through the whole thing at once. You ready to hear it? 	Couching your words. You believe there's a treasure. Still dark. You're about to take them to Crane - a literal monster in your attic.
==W05 MQ 004P Crane ==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Good luck. 	Someone close to you just died.
 	 	 	Good luck. We'll be here if you need anything. 	
 	 	 	Maybe I have great vision. Maybe he wore shirts with too many buttons undone. Maybe you don't need an answer to that question. 	RERECORD. More somber. Someone asked you how you knew what someone keep in their pockets. You know because you two fooled around, but now he's dead.
 	 	 	You got what you needed. What say you let a lady maintain her air of mystery? 	Coy. Someone asked you how you knew what someone keep in their pockets. You know because you two had a roll in the hay.
 	 	 	I'll be fine. This ... this is just the world we got now. A lesson I keep seeming to forget. 	A little touched. Someone just asked how you're feeling after your friend died.
 	 	 	Lucky for me, I just happen to have access to a variety of mind-altering substances, so I'll bounce back. 	Sad but with a smirk.
 	 	 	But thank you for asking. 	Genuine.
 	 	 	No idea, sweetheart. He was only ever here alone. If he did have kids ... well, they're long gone. 	
 	 	 	And none of that cheap stuff I serve to the scrappers and Sol. 	
 	 	 	And none of that cheap stuff I serve to the scrappers. 	
 	 	 	Now, there anything else you want to discuss before heading out? 	
 	 	 	Honey, I'll take it in tips. 	Friendly. This person is trying to work with you on splitting the treasure, but you want them to have it.
 	 	 	You bet your ass I am. I have big plans to bilk our new resident treasure hunter for every cap he's got. 	Joking in a friendly manner.
 	 	 	You bet your ass I am. I have big plans to bilk our new resident treasure hunter for every cap she's got. 	Joking in a friendly manner.
 	 	 	Good. 	Player just agreed to come back and buy a drink every now and then - essentially accepting your offer of friendship.
 	 	 	I'm just realizing that having the right people in your life... it's more important than chasing riches. 	Do this with some tenderness. You just lost a friend. You're trying to keep a new one.
 	 	 	I will let you keep said map and access card, no strings attached, as payment for everything you've done for us.. 	You're still hurting a bit, so said with force.
 	 	 	... but I need your word you'll come back and buy a drink every now and then. 	You're still hurting a bit, so said with force.
 	 	 	Right now, I want you to take those items and I want you to get out. I pay my debts. There's your fee. But I need you out of my sight for a bit. Go. 	Still seething.
 	 	 	You're already intimately acquainted with Gauley, so I suspect you've got the best shot at actually laying hands on whatever's in there. 	Returning to normal.
 	 	 	Now... this cache. I tried to check it out myself, but I didn't get real far. 	Composing yourself after some real emotion.
 	 	 	Now... this cache. I tried to check it out myself, but I didn't get real far. 	Calm. Not heartbroken.
 	 	 	Solomon, too damn soon. 	Chastising without raising your voice.
 	 	 	Hush, Solomon. 	Calm, but tough.
 	 	 	Solomon, too soon. 	Seething.
 	 	 	... son of a-- does that... did Crane lure those damned things here when he found the cache? 	RERECORD. Less angry. More realization. You're realizing a person you were defending has actually been causing you and your crew a lot of headaches.
 	 	 	... son of a--does that... did you lure those damned things here when you found the cache? 	You're realizing a person you were defending has actually been causing you and your crew a lot of headaches. You're addressing that person.
 	 	 	According to that map, the treasure is in some kind of special cache tucked away inside Gauley Mine, sealed away behind a keycard-locked door. 	A little somber.
 	 	 	Now according to that map, the treasure is in some kind of cache inside Gauley Mine, sealed away behind a door. A door that card unlocks. 	Still fuming a little bit.
 	 	 	You want to grab those, doll? 	Still somber.
 	 	 	Now, Crane had a map and an access card he kept on him. 	Someone you were looking after was just mercifully executed. Start this off with a bit of a sigh as you speak.
 	 	 	Thank you. 	Someone you were looking after was just mercifully executed.
 	 	 	You two mind if we just ... take a moment? 	Someone you were looking after was just mercifully executed.
 	 	 	Sorry, honey. 	Someone you were looking after was just mercifully executed.
 	 	 	Why-why would you do that?! 	Confused and angry.
 	 	 	I had it under control! 	Really building up steam.
 	 	 	Solomon! 	Terrified. You just watched one of your people be executed.
 	 	 	... fine. 	The person who you feel killed your friend is apologizing. You're reluctantly accepting it.
 	 	 	I-I know... you-you're right. I just... I couldn't ... please, j-just make it quick. 	On the verge of breaking up. Admitting what you were already afraid of - that this person needs to die.
 	 	 	I ... fine. You're, you're right. Do it. 	You're realizing that the person inside the monster in front of you is actually gone. You're agreeing to let them be killed.
 	 	 	Solomon, I wasn't even thinking of... You're, you're right. Do it. 	You're realizing that the thing you've been keeping up here nearly killed your friends. You're going to let them kill it.
 	 	 	I ... fine. Just make it quick. 	Initially nervous, but then steeling yourself. You're agreeing to watch someone you know be killed, since they're rabid.
 	 	 	I ... well, look, I may not have all the information here, but ... all I've heard is... well, no, once the infection's this far gone ... 	Initially sheepish, as you're trying to convince yourself (and failing) to maintain your position he's a person. This needs to have weight to it.
 	 	 	You're not serious. 	A little taken aback. You're shocked to hear that you're being told you
 	 	 	Exactly. 	RERECORD. Relieved and with gravity. You're glad to hear the person agrees with you about saving this person's life. Give a little sigh before hand.
 	 	 	You agree with me, don't you? 	Someone's treating the monster - which you know was once a person - as a beast. You're trying to get the player to agree with you.
 	 	 	I don't recall yielding the floor to debate here. 	Someone's treating the monster - which you know was once a person - as a beast. You're defending him.
 	 	 	That thing is Crane, Solomon. And what exactly would you have liked me to do with him? 	Someone's treating the monster - which you know was once a person - as a beast. You're defending him. Emphasis on "thing"
 	 	 	That's all he says anymore. "Boy is key." Over and over. 	You're standing in front of the monster in the closet. You're nervous but maintaining your cool.
 	 	 	Heh. Fine. Don't tell me then. I'll just presume you got a big payday. Wish there was more I could contribute to it, honestly. 	Player just suggested they opened a time portal instead of what was inside Crane's cache. You get that they're deflecting.
 	 	 	Huh. Well, I'm sorry to hear it. Happy to spot you what pittance I've got left to make up the difference, but it's certainly not as much as you as deserve. 	A little bit of disbelief and disappointment. Crane's great treasure wasn't great.
 	 	 	Hmm. Shame. Well, I'm happy to spot you what pittance I've got left to make up the difference, but it's certainly not as much as you as deserve. 	Just heard that Crane's treasure was no treasure at all.
 	 	 	Good to hear. You earned a payday for all you've done for us. Just wish I could contribute more, to be honest. 	With some smirk.
 	 	 	Suppose me picturing a big chest full of doubloons was a bit silly. Well, you earned a payday for all you've done for us. 	
 	 	 	Just wish I could contribute more, to be honest. 	
 	 	 	Like I was saying... 	
 	 	 	You. 	The person you're talking to is responsible for having killed your friend. You're heartbroken and furious. This should be seething.
 	 	 	I guess that went about as well as it could've... 	You were just held up at gunpoint by a group of dangerous thugs. You're still a little shaken.
 	 	 	The intrepid explorer returns. Extra layer of dust makes me think you might've actually succeeded. Time to spill, what'd ya find? 	Greeting the player after they've returned from finding Crane's treasure.
 	 	 	Back from the hunt, huh? Question I could answer for ya? 	
 	 	 	Crane? Honey? You awake? 	You're speaking to someone who's lost their mind.
 	 	 	So you going to spill? What'd you find in there? 	
 	 	 	I'm sure you're sick of hearing it, but you were right about Crane. You just got a lousy way of handling it. Truly, though, thank you. 	Cold. You're warming up to the player again after they've done something wrong.
 	 	 	Back, huh. 	Cold. You're warming up to the player again after they've done something wrong.
 	 	 	As I was saying... 	Defending your point that this Scorched is a person.
 	 	 	You agree with me right? We're talking about ending the life of a person here. 	Asking someone if they think this creature in front of you is a person.
 	 	 	You showing me this weapon or what? Chop chop. 	
 	 	 	I-I think Solomon made his point. 	Coming to the realization that this person needs to die.
 	 	 	But ... well, there's a problem. 	You're leading the player to a monster you've been keeping in the building. You're not thrilled about how you think they're going to react.
 	 	 	I know where his treasure is. 	You're leading the player to a monster you've been keeping in the building. You're not thrilled about how you think they're going to react.
 	 	 	So ... I've known where Crane is. 	You're leading the player to a monster you've been keeping in the building. You're not thrilled about how you think they're going to react.
 	 	 	Follow me. 	Leading the player to Crane, who you know is sick and possible dangerous. This should have some reticence to it.
 	 	 	Excuse me? 	Taken aback.
 	 	 	... and dangerous people are what got us into this whole mess in the first place. 	Coming to the realization you were wrong about. Good pause before starting. Say this like you're finishing someone else's sentence.
 	 	 	I value that man's word about as much as a Brahmin fart. Having Sol and Polly back on their feet, though, should level the playing field in case he gets any ideas.	You were just held up at gunpoint by a group of dangerous thugs. You're still a little shaken.
 	 	 	Be a fool not to. 	
 	 	 	Honey, don't think it's not at the forefront of my mind... though our little adventure has left me more pressed for hard currency than I'd like. 	Earnest, but you just went through a traumatic experience, so you're still coming down from that.
 	 	 	It's just that, well... 	
 	 	 	Oh, my mistake. You took the words right out of my mouth. But don't think I don't grasp what we all owe you. It's more that, well... 	You're being facetious in the first two sentences, but then become more earnest.
 	 	 	You and me both, darling. That said... 	
 	 	 	The late Mr. Crane might have some words for you, but, yes, at this point, I'll count the blessings I've got. That said... 	
 	 	 	At least they're out of our hair... for the time being. 	You were just held up at gunpoint by a group of dangerous thugs. You're still a little shaken.
 	 	 	Though I do wish maybe you hadn't struck a deal with them in the first place. 	You were just held up at gunpoint by a group of dangerous thugs. You're still a little shaken.
 	 	 	Solomon! 	You're running towards your dead compatriot.
 	 	 	Well, I suppose that could've gone a lot worse. Honey, why don't, uh, you and I have a little chat while I try and stop my hands shaking. 	You just went through a really traumatic experience.
 	 	 	In the interim, honey, you're going to need to reach into Crane's pocket there and grab a map and a keycard. Just try not to get bit. 	
 	 	 	Maybe he gets lucky. Be a nice change for you, wouldn't it, Mr. Crane? Fine. We'll let him go. I'll take care of the arrangements. 	Warming up to this middle ground idea.
 	 	 	Get him, far, far away from here. 	Warming up to this middle ground idea.
 	 	 	Hmm. You want to give him a little nudge? 	You're leading the player to a monster you've been keeping in the building. You're not thrilled about how you think they're going to react.
 	 	 	Honey? You awake? 	Nervous and almost whispered. You're addressing a monster.
 	 	 	What in the name of--! 	Someone just shot Crane, who you'd been taking care of, right in front of you. You're shocked and angry.
 	 	 	The hell you think you're doing?! 	Someone just shot Crane, who you'd been taking care of, right in front of you. You're shocked and angry.
 	 	 	But it didn't, did it? 	You're mad. This person just killed someone you've been watching after (but knew was dangerous).
 	 	 	So you were really doing me a favor, executing that boy. What a hero. 	You're mad. This person just killed someone you've been watching after (but knew was dangerous).
 	 	 	Well, that's not your damn call to make! 	You're mad. This person just killed someone you've been watching after (but knew was dangerous).
 	 	 	Because I had it under control! 	Really starting to get your steam going.
 	 	 	And why do you think you get to make that decision?! 	You're mad. This person just killed someone you've been watching after (but knew was dangerous).
 	 	 	Dead?! Are you... are you... 	Come in real hot on "Dead", and then cool off.
 	 	 	Are you threatening me?! 	You're mad. This person just killed someone you've been watching after (but knew was dangerous).
 	 	 	You... Solomon, you know you can be real damn... annoying... when you're right. I need you both to just... shut up for a bit, okay? 	Real mad, then finally hearing the reason in what your friend is saying. RERECORD. Need to calm as the line goes on.
 	 	 	There's a keycard and a map on Crane's body. I need one of you oafs to grab them. 	RERECORD. Simmering, not enraged.
 	 	 	So here are my terms: 	Friendly, but a little somber.
 	 	 	I swear. H-he wasn't this bad before. I found him, just resting on the stoop at an ungodly hour, looking like he'd got burned. 	A little insulted. Recounting a sad story.
 	 	 	It wasn't until I got his shirt off that I saw the crystals. I thought about bashing his head in with a hammer right then but... but he... he didn't fight me. 	Pretty upset towards the end.
 	 	 	He-he wanted me to tie him up. Because he didn't want to hurt anybody. No monster would do that. You have to see he was... is a person. 	Still upset, but composing yourself towards the end and reaffirming your argument.
 	 	 	S-sorry, darling. I thought it might be a good idea, but, well it just got out of hand. 	Nervous, but trying to cover it up, because you're lying.
 	 	 	But I'll make it up to you. You and your boys can drink free whenever you're in the area. 	Calming yourself as you're acclimating to the lie.
 	 	 	Well, honey, I'm real sorry Crane's leads didn't pan out quite like we'd hoped. While I can't magic up a better treasure for you... 	You were just held up at gunpoint by a group of dangerous thugs. You're still a little shaken.
 	 	 	What I will do is foot you a discount. You'll never pay full price here while I'm still above the ground. Really about the least I can do at this point. 	Getting a little sentimental at the end.
 	 	 	Honestly. Thank you. We're on our feet now because of you. 	
 	 	 	Might check out Flatwoods if you haven't already. 	
 	 	 	Group of survivors calling themselves "The Responders" set up a little training course to school folks up on surviving in Appalachia. 	
 	 	 	Clearly wasn't enough, as none of them did, you know, survive, but it might be worth giving a once over. 	
 	 	 	First Crane, now this. 	The person you're talking to is responsible for having killed your friend. You're heartbroken and furious. This should be seething.
 	 	 	It, it didn't have to end this way. You could've just given him what he wanted. 	The person you're talking to is responsible for having killed your friend. You're heartbroken and furious. This should be seething.
 	 	 	No! You didn't think, did you?! 	Starting to get really mad. Emphasis on "think" here.
 	 	 	Don't you fucking crack wise with me right now! 	Starting to get actually mad.
 	 	 	I want you out! Go! Go and never come back! 	You're really angry right now.
 	 	 	You two. You're right. But this is going to take some time. 	You've been talked down from banishing this person forever, but you're hurting really bad from the death of your friend.
 	 	 	Mort, you need to back the hell off righ-- 	You're really angry right now and laying into a friend who says you're wrong, when you're cut off.
 	 	 	There are some automated systems down in Flatwoods that should help you look after yourself in the interim. 	You've been talked down from banishing this person forever, but you're still hurting really bad from the death of your friend.
 	 	 	Right now, I need you out of my sight. 	You've been talked down from banishing this person forever, but you're still hurting really bad from the death of your friend.
 	 	 	Leaving the words to me, then. Smart. 	The person who you feel killed your friend is being given a chance to apologize, but saying nothing. You realize that's the smartest move.
 	 	 	Look, you should get out of here. 	You've been talked down from banishing this person forever, but you're hurting really bad from the death of your friend.
 	 	 	So, I gave it some thought - you were right. About Crane. And even though you handled it with the grace of a tap-dancing ox... 	
 	 	 	I was being selfish. I put everyone at risk and you fixed that. You rescued my people. Only this time... it was from me. So thank you. 	Mea culpa. You know you messed up here, but you're not thrilled with this person's actions.
 	 	 	Course, darling. Appreciate you not rubbing it in. It is such a rare occurrence, after all, me being wrong. Almost a shame you didn't savor it more. 	A little coy. You're wrong all the time.
 	 	 	Well, you've earned your way into everyone's good graces. 	
 	 	 	They helped me see that persistent bull-headedness of yours may actually have been of value. I'm forced to agree. 	
 	 	 	Hmm. Mouth's as smart as the rest of you, isn't it. True to yourself, at least. 	RERECORD. This person just said something pretty rude to you after you apologized. You need to be a bit angrier at the start, then cool down.
 	 	 	Regardless. Down to business. You look like you've got something to share with the class. So go on. What'd you find? 	Warming up to the player.
 	 	 	Solomon, you think you and Bessie can go grab Polly's new ride before those boys do? 	Still hurting a bit, but giving a time sensitive order.
 	 	 	Solomon, you think you and Bessie can go grab Polly's new ride sooner rather than later? 	Still hurting a bit, but giving a time sensitive order.
 	 	 	I can make it happen, Duchess. 	Still hurting a bit, but accepting a time sensitive order.
 	 	 	Atta boy. 	Still hurting a bit, but giving a time sensitive order.
 	 	 	You're just lucky Sol showed up when he did. 	You're mad at this person for just executing someone, but you're realizing they had good intentions.
 	 	 	You should get going. We'll clean this up. 	You're mad at this person for just executing someone, but you're realizing they had good intentions.
 	 	 	I-I had it under control. 	Unsure. You're mad at this person for just executing someone, but you're realizing they had good intentions. You're trying to convince yourself here.
 	 	 	... he wouldn't have gotten out... he wouldn't. 	You're mad at this person for just executing someone, but you're realizing they had good intentions. You're trying to convince yourself here.
 	 	 	Just... let him do it. 	You've agreed to a mercy killing. You're not thrilled about it.
 	 	 	Just... make it quick, all right? 	You've agreed to a mercy killing. You're not thrilled about it.
 	 	 	Sorry, honey. 	You've agreed to a mercy killing. You're not thrilled about it.
 	 	 	Just... let it be done. 	You've agreed to a mercy killing. You're not thrilled about it.
 	 	 	You want to give him a try? 	A bit hushed and nervous. You've got a monster in your closet and you're trying to wake him.
 	 	 	He's not dead... is he? I didn't think this was what they looked like when they're dead. 	A bit hushed and nervous. You've got a monster in your closet and you're trying to wake him.
 	 	 	Just, uh, give him a little nudge. 	A bit hushed and nervous. You've got a monster in your closet and you're trying to wake him.
 	 	 	What happened to letting him go?! 	Someone just shot Crane, who you'd been taking care of, right in front of you. You're shocked and angry.
 	 	 	You take care of yourself out there, honey. One wayward soul to another. 	
 	 	 	Now you should probably be moving on before I get all weepy on ya. 	
 	 	 	And, before I forget, I asked around if anyone had seen your Overseer? No luck, unfortunately, but Sol turned up this tape. 	
 	 	 	I got a sneaking suspicion it might've been left specifically for you. 	
 	 	 	And before you go, there was one other thing. Sol found this tape in the C.A.M.P. across the way while we were setting up. 	
 	 	 	I got a sneaking suspicion it might've been left specifically for you. 	
 	 	 	Well, glad you got something useful out of the equation. You deserve it... and more, honestly. In fact... 	Warmly
 	 	 	... I know you're right. I just... I couldn't... 	
 	 	 	 	Empty silence so they can perform a loose idle
 	 	 	Get your tail over here and start talking! 	Someone just shot Crane, who you'd been taking care of, right in front of you. You're shocked and angry.
 	 	 	Oh! And I nearly forgot. Once we got the power back on, we started picking up this broadcast. Some woman claiming to be an Overseer ... of one Vault 76. 	Remembering something. Billboard "this".
 	 	 	Thought it might ... pique your interest. Can't tell ya if she is who she claims she is, but I figured if anyone could sort it out, well, it was going to be you. 	Deeply caring at the end.
==W05 DialogueWaywardRC DuchessSol Advance==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Solomon, I'm going to pretend you and I didn't have this conversation.	RERECORD. Not mean, no swearing. This was a dumb conversation and you're trying to let him off with dignity.
 	 	 	And you'd need how much, exactly? 	You just heard a terrible idea one of your employee's wants to spend 500 caps on (which is a lot of money).
 	 	 	Uh... yeah. 	It's finally setting in for you that your boss thinks this is a terrible idea.
 	 	 	For the rumor of a Power Armor suit? Not a suit itself. 	You just heard a terrible idea one of your employee's wants to spend 500 caps on (which is a lot of money).
 	 	 	Five-hundred caps. 	Completely deadpan. You just heard a terrible idea one of your employee's wants to spend 500 caps on (which is a lot of money).
 	 	 	His name's Grahm. 	Calm. You've been approached by an employee.
 	 	 	I like to know what cause I'm giving money towards. 	Calm. You've been approached by an employee.
 	 	 	What can I do for you, Sol? 	Calm. You've been approached by an employee. RERECORD - Sol should be said "Saul" (short for Solomon)
==W05 MQ 002P Radical==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	So, what do you say? You ready to bring back my errant head-crackers? 	A little surprised. You weren't sure if you'd ever see this person again.
 	 	 	What were we talking about ... ah. Right. 	
 	 	 	You're back. You manage to get those punks out of our hair yet? 	A little surprised. You weren't sure if you'd ever see this person again.
 	 	 	So, you thought any more about finding my muscle? Might just jog my memory regarding Crane and his treasure if you do.} 	
 	 	 	You know, I wasn't sure it was possible, getting those boys off our backs. 	A little surprised. You weren't sure if you'd ever see this person again.
 	 	 	Well, you don't look too worse for wear. You manage to figure out where those miscreants are hiding? 	
 	 	 	You just let me know once you've put a bow on it. 	
 	 	 	Oh. Is that all. Hmph. 	A little irritated. RERECORD. This person just seriously helped you out. This needs to be more wry, not angry.
 	 	 	Guess I should've specified how I would've liked this to be resolved. Suppose it's on both our heads to find this treasure, then. 	A little irritated. RERECORD. This person just seriously helped you out. This needs to be more wry, not angry.
 	 	 	Well that's good to hear ... 	
 	 	 	... though judging by that look in your eye, I have exactly zero follow-up questions on the method of your negotiations. 	A little concerned as you continue. You think this person might've killed some people and you don't want to know.
 	 	 	I'd be careful trying to talk to their leader. I presume he's even nastier than the pieces of work that have been bothering us. 	
 	 	 	Before the bombs, no one in their right mind would've ever tried to pull this stuff against "the" Duchess of Appalachia. I appreciate you helping me rebuild my rep.	Emphasis on "the"
 	 	 	I don't care how you do it. Just get 'em out of my hair. 	
 	 	 	When you find 'em, just make it crystal clear they're not to bother us again. 	
 	 	 	I am eagerly looking forward to not having to worry about whether a new customer's going to pull a gun on me... well, not worry as much. 	RERECORD. This is a bit of a joke.
 	 	 	Heard the broadcast. Sign hasn't collapsed yet, has it? I wouldn't waste too much time away from it, just in case. 	
 	 	 	Not that your presence isn't welcome, but ain't you supposed to be waiting for someone? 	
 	 	 	Not sure how you like to operate, but could I suggest battering-about-the-head-and-shoulders as a prime method for getting these boys to talk? 	
 	 	 	Seems that little C.A.M.P. doohickey's pretty powerful. Suppose you Vault dwellers get all the best toys. 	
 	 	 	If you've got questions about building that contraption, Mort's your man. 	
 	 	 	Hoping those materials should cover you. Just might need to scrap a few pieces at a workbench. 	
 	 	 	Art class was never my wheelhouse. Just remember that once you've got the sign on its feet. 	
 	 	 	You scare off these nimrods, I've got a pile of caps with your name on it. 	
 	 	 	You think the place looks good now, wait till we're done rebuilding. Just need those hoodlums to stop breathing down our collective necks. 	
 	 	 	Mort seems to have the inside scoop on how to deal with these boys. Talk to him. 	
 	 	 	You can count on Mort's leads. If he thinks these people could help, he's probably right. 	
 	 	 	Whole lumber mill of thugs, huh. Did I mention how much I appreciate you taking this on for us? 	A little bashful.
 	 	 	Heh. Is that so? Well, I can't say I'm not-- 	You're amused by this person until you're cut off.
 	 	 	Hmm. You're not wrong. Okay. It's a deal. So you'll find them for me? 	A little bit of negotiating, but then giving in.
 	 	 	Hundred caps with your name on 'em sound about right? 	
 	 	 	In need of a seasoned treasure hunter for your next excursion? Then come see us at Crane Treasure Hunting Incorporated! Follow the sign to fortune! 	Saleswoman pitch.
 	 	 	Attention, all consumers. New business established. Please seek out... Crane. Treasure Hunting. Incorporated. To exchange goods and services. 	Robotic.
 	 	 	Initiate tagline: Follow the sign... to fortune. 	Robotic.
 	 	 	In need of a seasoned treasure hunter for your next -- 	Saleswoman pitch. The line cuts off.
 	 	 	So be it. We'll be waiting for you. 	
 	 	 	But there is still the issue of my missing muscle. They went out chasing some... unsavory characters. Never came back. 	With a smirk. You want this person to do something more for you before you can "remember."
 	 	 	They're two of the tougher cookies I've met in my day, so them being gone this long means something happened. 	
 	 	 	You track them down... maybe I remember a thing or two about this Crane fellow. 	
 	 	 	But you did good. Shows maybe you can be trusted. 	
 	 	 	Maybe. 	
 	 	 	And they believed you? Huh. Wish I'd thought of that. 	The person you're talking to says they managed to get a gang off your back through bluffing alone.
 	 	 	And that worked? Well, remind me not to get on your bad side. 	This person just told you they intimidated an entire gang into backing down.
 	 	 	Missing person number two goes by Sol. Those two are closer than toes in bad stilettos, so if you find one, the other's likely close by. 	A little playful. You miss that station.
 	 	 	They're called "the Scorched." They're an unpleasant bunch - in character and appearance. 	
 	 	 	They've got raw skin, with crystals sicking out of them. 	
 	 	 	And they're still real handy when it comes to firearms and bludgeons, so you'll want to be careful around them, that's for damn sure. 	
 	 	 	Yeah. Little something I slipped under her exterior plating, in case she got carried off. I did mention she's a combat bot, right? A friendly one. 	
 	 	 	Got her reprogrammed when I bought her, so she's not going to hurt you... unless they bashed up her combat inhibitor. Then all bets are off. 	
 	 	 	I made the same offer to Sol regarding the tracker under his exterior, but he declined. Go figure. 	
 	 	 	Not the foggiest, but that's where the transmitter comes in. Tune to her station and it should get you going in the right direction. 	
 	 	 	Appreciate it. Polly's tracking frequency is 99.7, the once proud home of Appalachia's smooth jazz. Figured someone should get some use out of it. 	"The" said with the emphasis of a radio DJ.
 	 	 	Find out what happened to 'em? If I need new people, I'd like to at least ensure I tried to do right by the old ones. 	
 	 	 	Find them for me and I'll pay ya for the privilege of getting to yell at them in person. 	A little playful. You miss that station.
 	 	 	Missing person number one's named Polly. Got a transmitter in her you can track with your little radio there. 	
 	 	 	Understood. We'll be waiting for you. 	
 	 	 	Understood. I'll see what I can remember about Crane's treasure in the interim... but I wouldn't hold out hope. 	Bit of a smirk. You're telling this person they're never going to learn about this treasure if they don't come back to help you.
 	 	 	Well... 	
 	 	 	Maybe. My age, memories get... unreliable. But I bet you finding my people would help refresh it. 	
 	 	 	Music to my ears. 	
 	 	 	Hmm. Quick thinking. Hope they don't realize it's a lie, but that's a problem for the future us, I suppose. 	
 	 	 	Hmm. You got any recommendations on how you'd proceed? 	
 	 	 	And that's of concern... why exactly? 	
 	 	 	W-w-wait, West Virginia Lumber? That is not right. You misheard them, for sure. 	You're a bit nervous and a bit adamant.
 	 	 	Well, honey, I'm not sure I'm a big fan of that line of thinking, but if we run along it ... maybe those things don't need to be mutually exclusive. 	You're being lightly threatened here, but this is territory you're familiar with. You're not afraid. You're negotiating.
 	 	 	I just want those boys to stop threatening us. Now, if one of their own convinced 'em we weren't a threat, I'd be real indebted to that person. 	You're being lightly threatened here, but this is territory you're familiar with. You're not afraid. You're negotiating.
 	 	 	Might be I remember some things that could make their lives a bit more comfortable. 	You're being lightly threatened here, but this is territory you're familiar with. You're not afraid. You're negotiating.
 	 	 	But let's say we cross that bridge when we get to it. Now, did you find where these possible new friends of yours are hiding? 	You're being lightly threatened here, but this is territory you're familiar with. You're not afraid. You're negotiating.
 	 	 	Heh. Good to know. Then that's where their boss'll be. You need to-- 	
 	 	 	Hmm. Well, you just let me know once it's done. Like to have those boys out of my hair sooner rather than later. 	
 	 	 	Fantastic. So that's where their boss'll be. You just need to-- 	You're pleased to hear this news, but you're cut off.
==W05 DialogueTheWayward Interior==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Hey trouble. Something I can do for ya? 	Friendly, but a little subdued.
 	 	 	Was wondering if we'd get to chat again. So, I think I understand what you did what you did. I'm still not thrilled about it, but at least, I think I understand.	A serious talk.
 	 	 	Now, this isn't forgiveness. This is... well, I've made some real bad calls too. 	A serious talk.
 	 	 	So, I'm willing to try again. Now... what can I do for you? 	A deep breath after now, then getting back to normal.
 	 	 	Do us both a favor. Just... can you go for a bit? 	Really hurting after Sol's death, but trying to not let it get the better of you.
 	 	 	Please. I'm asking nicely. I need you out of here for the time being. Maybe check back tomorrow. 	Really hurting after Sol's death, but trying to not let it get the better of you.
 	 	 	I don't want to look at you right now. Please go. 	Really hurting after Sol's death, but trying to not let it get the better of you.
 	 	 	Well hey there, darling. Something on your mind? 	
 	 	 	Look who it is. Something you need? 	Friendly, but a little subdued.
 	 	 	Always welcome so long as you've got caps. What's up? 	Friendly, but a little subdued.
 	 	 	Get ya something, doll? 	
 	 	 	What's your poison? 	
 	 	 	The people near the lumber mill seemed on the up and up, but I'd still be on my guard. Being too friendly is how you end up dead. Now, what'd you need? 	A word of caution.
 	 	 	Course, doll. 	
 	 	 	Like I said, she was an older gal. Bout my age, I think. Had "76" plastered on her back, but whether she was a resident or killed one, I couldn't say. 	
 	 	 	Sweet gal like that, I'd like to think she wouldn't have that in her... but, well, underestimating people is how folks end up worm food these days. 	
 	 	 	But if you're asking was I watching which way she went when she walked out the door? That's a no. 	
 	 	 	A bit. They were all long dead before we came back. 	
 	 	 	Sounds like the local firemen, police and doctors all banded together to try and survive right after the bombs. 	
 	 	 	They didn't, but plenty of the automated systems they cobbled together did. 	
 	 	 	Mort managed to find their main camp up in Morgantown, but now, well, the place is a morgue. 	
 	 	 	Real shame. I was, uh, acquainted with a few gentlemen in the Charleston PD who I suspect might've been part of the group. 	
 	 	 	We were never each other's biggest fans... but no one deserves the fate they got for trying to do right. 	
 	 	 	Nothing other than the rumor of "the big one" everyone keeps babbling about being tucked away somewhere nearby. 	
 	 	 	I've heard it's a city that drops riches from the sky and that it's a drill that crawls around underground... 	Recounting some of the ridiculous rumors you've heard about this treasure.
 	 	 	... and at this point I would not be the least bit surprised to find out it's somehow both. 	
 	 	 	Not since "the big one" was finally dug up. But I learn anything juicy, I'll be sure to pass it along. 	Bit of a wink here. You suspect the player is the one who found "the big one."
 	 	 	All right. Come back when you need to work out your drinking muscles. 	
 	 	 	I've heard of her. Rumor was that she was a smart, savvy, effortlessly beautiful drug kingpin. But I think don't think you want to find her, honey. 	Coy smirk. You were asked about a criminal named Duchess. You're talking about your former self.
 	 	 	Left a trail of broken families wherever she went. Lucky for us all, that gal disappeared when the bombs dropped. 	Somber. You were asked about a criminal named Duchess. You're talking about your former self.
 	 	 	World already had all the monsters it could stomach. 	Somber. You were asked about a criminal named Duchess. You're talking about your former self.
 	 	 	You think you're getting away with this in my bar! 	Yelling at someone in the heat of battle.
 	 	 	You must be out of your mind. 	Yelling at someone in the heat of battle.
 	 	 	Say bye, hun. 	Yelling at someone in the heat of battle.
 	 	 	Rrrgh! Bastard. 	You were just hit in battle.
 	 	 	Ahhh! 	You were just hit in battle.
 	 	 	Ah! ... that it? 	You were just hit in battle. You're cracking a joke despite being in a lot of pain.
 	 	 	Suit yourself. Not my funeral. 	Entering combat.
 	 	 	Really? All right. 	Entering combat.
 	 	 	Oh you're a fiesty one, ain't ya? 	Entering combat.
 	 	 	Hey! Take it outside! 	Shouting at people fighting in your bar.
 	 	 	Knock it off you clowns! 	Shouting at people fighting in your bar.
 	 	 	Hey hey! People are drinking here, ya nimrods! 	Shouting at people fighting in your bar.
 	 	 	The hell you think you're doing?! None of that in here! 	Shouting at people fighting in your bar.
 	 	 	You thick?! Knock that off right now! 	Shouting at people fighting in your bar.
 	 	 	Great, isn't she? I got her for a steal because the military took all her guns when they retired her. She's the pack ox-forklift hybrid I never knew I wanted. 	
 	 	 	I never would've been able to haul all this stuff up here without her, let alone build this place up. 	
 	 	 	Was Sol's idea to paint her, "upgrade" her voice module to something more fitting her role. 	
 	 	 	Me? Businesswoman. Carved a nice place out for myself in, uh, pharmaceuticals. 	You were a drug dealer.
 	 	 	Made some friends along the way... and lots of enemies. But I was also able to put away enough scratch and supplies that, when the end came... 	
 	 	 	... well, I was in better shape than most. 	
 	 	 	Traded nearly all of it in order to build this place, though. Now The Wayward's my legacy. And it'd be nowhere without you. 	Warm at the end here.
 	 	 	No, doll. Appalachia's home to me. Always has been. There was no way I was staying away for long. 	
 	 	 	I presumed I'd only be gone a couple months... but I kept hearing stories about plagues and monsters and whatnot. 	
 	 	 	When I heard everyone was finally coming back because of some treasure, I figured the monsters and all must've been made up to scare people off. 	
 	 	 	Seems I just vastly underestimated the general populace's level of desperation. So I came back to sell 'em all drinks... and to finally be home again. 	
==W05 DialogueTheWayward Exterior==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Ladies and gentlemen of Appalachia, a new treasure's been uncovered. The Wayward - Appalachia's premiere watering hole has now officially opened its doors.	You're recording an advertisement for your bar. Peak pitchwoman.
 	 	 	Come on down for a hot meal, a refreshing drink, or just a safe place to unwind. Pay us a visit at our home just north of Flatwoods. 	You're recording an advertisement for your bar. Peak pitchwoman.
 	 	 	Look for the robot that thinks it's a cow. All kinds welcome. 	You're recording an advertisement for your bar. Peak pitchwoman.
 	 	 	That should cover the specifics. 	Giving the player an important item.
 	 	 	Here. Everything you need to know should be in there. 	Giving the player an important item.
 	 	 	Wrote up all the details. Give it a once over. 	Giving the player an important item.
 	 	 	Check the terminal for the specifics. 	Directing the player towards a terminal for a job.
 	 	 	Mort can get you up to speed. 	Directing the player towards Mort for a job.
 	 	 	Talk to Polly. She's knows all the ins and outs. 	Directing the player towards Polly for a job.
 	 	 	Sol can explain the finer points. 	Directing the player towards Sol for a job.
 	 	 	Hey doll. Tell me you're not busy. I got something I think might be in your wheelhouse. 	Offering the player a job.
 	 	 	So, there any chance you want to help me with a job? 	Offering the player a job.
 	 	 	Any chance you got a moment to lend us a hand? 	Offering the player a job.
 	 	 	Got a little work if you're looking for a little scratch. 	Offering the player a job.
 	 	 	Got another one for you. 	Offering the player a job.
 	 	 	So, lend us another hand? 	Offering the player a job.
 	 	 	Knew I could count on you. 	Player just completed a job for you.
 	 	 	You make it look too easy. 	Player just completed a job for you.
 	 	 	Nicely done, darling. 	Player just completed a job for you.
 	 	 	Here. Now we're square. 	Giving the player their payment for a job. Cordial.
 	 	 	You earned this. 	Giving the player their payment for a job. Friendly.
 	 	 	Now don't spend it all in one place... unless it's here, of course. 	Giving the player their payment for a job. Friendly.
 	 	 	Made short work of that one, didn't ya? 	Player just finished a job for you.
 	 	 	Another one crossed off the list. Thanks again. 	Player just finished a job for you.
==W05 DialogueWaywardRC DuchessSol OldNeighborhood==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Well, I'll try to act surprised either way. Thank you, Sol. 	Very non-chalant after just being told someone might be coming to kill you.
 	 	 	Uh huh. You happened to get a sense if he was the kissing kind of "boy from the old neighborhood" or the "resolving a vendetta" kind?	Very non-chalant after just being told someone might be coming to kill you.
 	 	 	This man have a name? 	
==W05 DialogueWaywardRC DuchessSol Marksman==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Not this time. Just take it up the road from now on? 	Politely chastising an employee.
 	 	 	Next time you're honing those skills of yours, you mind taking it further up the river? Out of range of our guests' quarters?	Politely chastising an employee. RERECORD - too mean. This is someone you like who did something dumb.
 	 	 	You know I appreciate what a fine marksman you are, right? And the work that goes into that? 	Politely chastising an employee. RERECORD - too mean. This is someone you like who did something dumb.
 	 	 	Solomon, come here. 	Ordering an employee around.
==W05 DialogueWaywardRC DuchessMort MortsClues==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Hmm. I'll let them know. Thank ya. 	
 	 	 	That's just where I was thinking. Thank ya, darling. 	
 	 	 	Sounds like just the spot. Looks like someone's just pulled trash duty. 	
 	 	 	Huh. I'll keep it in mind. Thank ya, Mort. 	
 	 	 	You never met my grandmother. But thanks, Mort. That's good to know. 	
 	 	 	Jide says the roof's got two, maybe three more storms before we're all drenched. You know a spot where he and Bessie can scrounge up some lumber?	Jide = "Jee-day"
 	 	 	What's that spot you hit a-ways back? Had all the canned goods? My stocks are running a little low. 	
 	 	 	Purifier's acting up. You got a place where we can find some scrap? 	
 	 	 	You stumbled across anywhere to get some .308 shells? I'm feeling naked with my bucket as low as it is. 	
 	 	 	You know if the old Giant Teapot down south is safe to visit? They used to have an Earl Grey that I'd skin my grandmother for. 	
 	 	 	Mort, jog my memory ... 	
 	 	 	Hey Mort ... 	
 	 	 	Mort ... 	
 	 	 	Mort, honey ... 	
==OLD_W05_DialogueWaywardSettlement==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Well hey there, darling. Something I can do for ya? 	Friendly.
 	 	 	All right, darling. Come back when you need to work out your drinking muscles. 	
 	 	 	Nothing other than the rumor of "the big one" everyone keeps babbling about being tucked away somewhere nearby. 	
 	 	 	I've heard it's a city that drops riches from the sky and that it's a drill that crawls around underground... 	Recounting some of the ridiculous rumors you've heard about this treasure.
 	 	 	... and at this point I would not be the least bit surprised to find out it's somehow both. 	
 	 	 	Sounds like the local firemen, police and doctors all banded together to try and survive right after the bombs. 	
 	 	 	They didn't, but plenty of the automated systems they cobbled together did. 	
 	 	 	Mort managed to find their main camp up in Morgantown, but now, well the place is a graveyard. 	
 	 	 	Course, doll. 	
 	 	 	Like I said, she was an older gal. Bout my age, I think. Had "76" plastered on her back, but whether she was a resident or killed one, I couldn't say.	
 	 	 	Sweet gal like that, I'd like to think she wouldn't have that in her ... but, well, underestimating people is how folks end up worm food. 	
==W05_HolotapeQuest_LVC==
(Visit with Officer Whitehead)
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	So yes, Gerald, they're coming. But no one's coming looking for me. 	Twist the knife here. This man's going to federal prison for betraying you.
 	 	 	But 	Turning the tables. Stern, but calm. You hold all the cards here and you're letting him know.
 	 	 	The one you're trying to get rid of so your new friends from Charleston can take her territory. 	Turning the tables. Stern, but calm. You hold all the cards here and you're letting him know.
 	 	 	My friends, plural, at the bureau say you've been making some big claims about this Appalachian drug kingpin you're about to bring in.	Turning the tables. Stern, but calm. You hold all the cards here and you're letting him know.
 	 	 	Gerald, please. This hurts to watch. Can we just be honest with each other? I'll start. 	Consoling. You're letting him know you know he's full of it.
 	 	 	You're a crooked cop, Gerald. Associating with known smugglers of firearms and illicit substances. How can you be trusted? 	Wry. You're pushing back against him because you know he's trying to run you off.
 	 	 	The Bureau of Alcohol, Drugs, and No Fun is paying Welch a visit? Says who? 	"Says who?" can be a little aggressive. You know he's bullshitting you.
 	 	 	You want to be more specific? They who? 	Jerry is a crooked cop you work with who you know has been planning to betray you. You're keeping it cool for the moment.
 	 	 	Jerry. To what do I owe the pleasure? 	Jerry is a crooked cop you work with who you know has been planning to betray you. You're keeping it cool for the moment.
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