Timothy Lane/Dialogue

==XPD_AC_Dialogue_MayorTim==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Folks here like to act tough 'an posture about. When they're starving they'll feel differently. 	Commenting on the fact that citizens of AC complain frequently, which means he keeps them comfortable enough to be able to complain about minor thing
 	 	 	So the fact they're still posturing's a real good sign I'm doing my job right. 	Commenting on the fact that citizens of AC complain frequently, which means he keeps them comfortable enough to be able to complain about minor thing
 	 	 	I won't give up on this city. Not now, not ever. 	Talking to himself. He’s determined to keep everyone alive.
 	 	 	I'm going to need to remind Mother Charlotte again that she can't keep blowing up her patrons for "art." 	Sighing as if this is an annoying task he needs to do often. Mother Charlotte is the leader of the Showmen, who run dangerous spectacles on the Board
 	 	 	Don't think Anna's doing those breathing exercises I gave her. I can see her hyperventilating from here. 	A bit amused. Commenting on how stressed out Anna always is.
 	 	 	Can't seem to find enough volunteers for the rangers. Doesn't surprise me. Who would want to square off with the plantfolk every day?	Mumbling to himself. He needs people to take care of the plantfolk, but doesn’t have enough takers.
 	 	 	Calm day today. Haven't seen a single fire outside. 	Remarking pleasantly. This is unusual, things tend to be chaotic here.
 	 	 	Haven't heard from Quentino in a while. I know we've had our differences, but this does not bode well. 	Haven’t heard from Quentino in a while. I know we’ve had our differences, but this does not bode well.
 	 	 	Life's too short to worry about petty things like radiation and floor mines. 	Life’s too short to worry about petty things like radiation and floor mines.
 	 	 	There's times I miss farm life. Everything was so much simpler back then. 	Reminiscing fondly on his past as a farmer, which was a lot less high stakes than his current job as mayor.
 	 	 	Wonder if we can get a new supplier to ship some more coffee in. Lord knows dispatch needs it. 	Talking to himself. The dispatchers are severely overworked and sleep-deprived.
 	 	 	Look at you, all decked out like a hero. Question is, is that all just for show? 	Notices how well-armed the player is. He’s questioning whether or not the player actually has the courage to back up their appearance.
 	 	 	The plantfolk from the Barrens will pass, as do all other things. Don't waste your time worrying about a temporary problem. 	Casual and not worried about something that’s genuinely a pretty big problem.
 	 	 	'An everything in this world's temporary far as I know. 	Casual and not worried about something that’s genuinely a pretty big problem.
 	 	 	I guess you could say I'm the executor 'round here. But my other half, Frieda, is the one with the brains. 	Respects his wife’s intellect and courage immensely.
 	 	 	Only reason I am where I am is because I gotta stay sharp enough to keep up with her. 	Respects his wife’s intellect and courage immensely.
 	 	 	Don't let Buttercup get to you. He likes to act tough, but at heart, he's softer than that toy horse of his. 	Amused, speaking fondly of Buttercup, the tough Terminator-esque head of the IRS.
 	 	 	I don't care for violence, but in order to survive in a place like Atlantic City, sometimes you have to play dirty. 	Referring to the fact that he has to be tough in order to earn the respect of the other factions here.
 	 	 	Appalachia sounds like a real beautiful place to retire. Giant flying bat monsters aside. 	Making conversation with the player, knowing they’re from Appalachia. He’s making a joke about scorchbeasts.
 	 	 	You think the plantfolk know how ugly they are? 'Course, they don't have many mirrors in the Barrens now, do they? 	Making a casual joke about the Overgrown considering how much he hates them.
 	 	 	Keep clear of any devils if you see 'em. That is, if you like living. 	Warning the player in a relaxed manner to avoid the deadly lesser devils in the Pine Barrens.
 	 	 	Lady Luck has finally favored us after all this time, sending you to us exactly when we needed you. 	Grateful for the player’s help in saving the city. Admires their strength and bravery.
 	 	 	Word around town is that you won one of the Showmen's little games. Heh. Maybe I'll finally give in and go to see one. 	Joking with the player.
 	 	 	A whole bunch of my auditors haven't returned from the Casino Quarter. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you? 	Suspicious of the player’s involvement in their deaths, but still asking in a warm, calm tone.
 	 	 	What can ol' Tim do for you, stranger? 	Friendly, warm, playful.
 	 	 	What can ol' Tim do for you, friend? 	Friendly, warm, playful.
 	 	 	Well now, here's a face I haven't seen before! 	Friendly and welcoming. Completely calm, relaxed, humble.
 	 	 	I'm Mayor Tim, the front runner if you will of this humble metropolis. 	Friendly and welcoming. Completely calm, relaxed, humble.
 	 	 	Welcome to Atlantic City, stranger. 	Friendly and welcoming. Completely calm, relaxed, humble.
 	 	 	How's Atlantic City treating you? 	Friendly and welcoming.
 	 	 	Hope you've been playing nice with the locals. Not that they tend to be nice. 	Making a joke about how cutthroat the mafia and the Showmen are.
 	 	 	What do you need? The day's still young, unlike me. 	What do you need? The day’s still young, unlike me.
 	 	 	Welcome back, my friend. What can I do for you? 	Friendly, welcoming.
 	 	 	What can the Mayor's Office do for you, stranger? 	Friendly, welcoming.
 	 	 	I made my way down to the city proper, and marched on in to City Hall. Met with Carly Day. 	Retelling his story with confidence.
 	 	 	She wasn't willing to listen to reason. So, I gave her an ultimatum. 	Retelling his story casually.
 	 	 	Either she agrees to start doing her job, or gets the hell out of Dodge and lets someone else do it. 	Blunt.
 	 	 	In a moment of divine inspiration she...chose to flee. No one else wanted to take over her job. 	Continues with his blunt tone, but there's a hint that he's hiding something here, that she didn't actually flee. He killed her.
 	 	 	You've got the threat of the mafia breathing down your neck, and the Showmen were just forming around that time, too. 	Explaining why his position is so dangerous. A lot of people would want the mayor of Atlantic City dead.
 	 	 	So, I stepped up to the plate. And that was the start of Atlantic City's rebirth. 	Ending his story with a happy ending.
 	 	 	Keyword there is "try." My wife's an engineer, and managed to keep the soil on our land purified. 	Proud of his wife. Also humble bragging about how the mafia couldn't take him down.
 	 	 	We had some of the only viable crops in the area. The Family wanted it all for themselves. 	Retelling his story.
 	 	 	They were pretty surprised when I took all but one of their raiding party out with my shotgun. 	Humble bragging. He's proud of this.
 	 	 	Then, it became more of a negotiation. The one fellow I left alive told me about how bad things had gotten in the city proper. 	Retelling the story.
 	 	 	I knew if I didn't do something, Atlantic City would crumble. 	Speaking with determination.
 	 	 	By convincing my livestock to vote for me. 	Making a corny joke.
 	 	 	No, in all seriousness, the situation in Atlantic City after the bombs was grim. 	Taking on a more somber tone. Retelling the story of Atlantic City.
 	 	 	The previous mayor was a woman named Carly Day. She was elected mayor during the before times, and it just carried over. 	Speaking bluntly, but he does not really like Carly.
 	 	 	But she was doing nothing, letting everyone starve and crime skyrocket. People were getting desperate. 	Describing a dismal situation.
 	 	 	Soon, there wasn't enough food even for the kingpins. That's when the Family came knocking at my door. 	Underlying the seriousness of the situation. The mafia came to his doorstep to raid his farm for food.
 	 	 	No, no I wasn't. I used to be a farmer, if you can believe that. 	Friendly and colloquial.
 	 	 	Yup, used to reap the land on the outskirts of Atlantic City. Just my wife Frieda and I. 	Fondly remembering his past life.
 	 	 	Doomsday sort of ruined my retirement. 	Making a joke.
 	 	 	I can only assume it's short for "Municipal Government", which is what we are. So at least that's correct. 	His voice is level. This should be an annoying thing for him to address, but he doesn't really seem to care.
 	 	 	It was a derogatory term spread by the Family and the Showmen to mock us. They think we're just a bunch of goody-two-shoes. 	Explaining this without any anger or vitriol. He doesn't care at all that people speak poorly about him.
 	 	 	Maybe we are. But I fail to see how that's a bad thing. I'd rather be a Muni than a maniac or a mobster. 	Being bluntly honest. He has no issues with taking criticism.
 	 	 	A bit of this and a lot of that. My wife Frieda could probably give you a more cohesive breakdown. 	Speaking casually. Admires his wife's knowledge.
 	 	 	Easy answer is, we make sure everyone is fed, watered, safe, and comfortable. 	Speaking casually and friendly.
 	 	 	We grow the food and promote trade in and out of the city, as well as handle the water purification and the electricity output. 	Giving a list of all of his responsibilities with transparency.
 	 	 	And, more recently, we've been taking care of the Overgrown issue. I like to call it trimming the hedges. 	He's making a joke here, since the Overgrown are plant creatures.
 	 	 	Fair enough. Anything else I can do for you? 	Friendly, casual.
 	 	 	With an immense amount of patience. They're both more concerned with making money above all else. 	A bit amused by his own answer.
 	 	 	They're meant to keep the peace on the streets if any... emergencies come up. 	Explaining the duties of the mafia and the Showmen. Pauses on emergencies, because he really means violent outbursts.
 	 	 	Heh. Usually they're the ones causing trouble. That, and they love to weasel their way out of paying their taxes. 	Laughs a bit initially. Despite the fact the mafia and the Showmen are a thorn in his side, he's darkly amused by the whole predicament.
 	 	 	Buttercup takes care of that. 	Proud of the fact that he can hold his own against organized crime.
 	 	 	Atlantic City is a city of sin and vice. That's just its nature. We don't aim for heaven, but rather, a civilized hell. 	Speaking poetically, yet bluntly. He's not upset by this fact, he just accepts things the way they are.
 	 	 	When you live in hell, do you try to change the Devil, knowing another one will just take its place if you succeed? 	Asking a rhetorical question to get the player to reconsider their opinion.
 	 	 	No. You work with it in an attempt to mitigate its evil. That's just what life in Atlantic City is like. 	Speaking metaphorically about his job. He's not upset about what he has to do. He simply accepts it.
 	 	 	*laughs* Oh, pay him no mind. He's a whole lot of bark, that one. 	Laughs at first. He tends to downplay how vicious Buttercup is due to their friendship.
 	 	 	But also bite. He won't try anything on you, so long as you pay your taxes. 	Has to qualify the fact that Buttercup is actually a cold-blood killer and is obsessed with his job as a tax collector. Amused by this.
 	 	 	Truthfully, he's a loyal and generous friend. Says his "love language" is gift giving. 	Framing it as if Buttercup is a sweetheart. Leaving out crucial facts.
 	 	 	Unfortunately, his idea of a "gift" is the severed head of your enemy, or a bloody cleaver. 	Amused by this.
 	 	 	Mmm. That's a very good question. I appreciate you asking, though. 	Reflecting on the state of the Community Center, which is not very good at the moment. But he admires the fact the player actually cares about AC.
 	 	 	Truthfully, things always get better for a little while, but then descend into chaos once again. 	Speaking bluntly, but he's not torn up about this.
 	 	 	There's some days I worry that we'll never be able to fully recover it. 	He says "worry" but he's really incapable of worrying. More like he has doubts.
 	 	 	But that won't stop me from trying. And I hope it won't stop you, either. 	Determined and resolute. Hinting at the player that he hopes they will share in his enthusiasm.
 	 	 	Glad I could help. You need anything else? 	Friendly, warm, open to more questions.
 	 	 	It was a pleasure. Safe travels. 	Friendly, warm, calming and genuine. He is saying goodbye to the player.
 	 	 	What's troubling you? 	Friendly and open.
 	 	 	And I may have some answers for you. 	Unfazed by the player's question. Friendly.
 	 	 	I guess you could say I've always been this way. Heh, you sound like you've been talking to Frieda. 	Not offended. He's used to people asking this question and is amused. Jokes that the player sounds like his wife.
 	 	 	I've just never really felt stressed, or worried. Never really knew anxiety was a thing until other people told me about it. 	Describing his life experience honestly to the player.
 	 	 	Life's just a wave, and I'm watching it from the shore. 	Alluding to the fact that he just takes things as they come, and removes himself from the stress of the outcome.
 	 	 	Everything in life is ephemeral. It ebbs and flows. Sometimes things are good, too good. 	Giving wise, objective advice.
 	 	 	And other times life comes crashing down around you, over and over again. 	Speaking of hard times, but doesn't seem bothered by them.
 	 	 	We just happen to be living in the latter time. Buildings are a little more permanent than people. 	Speaking of how the entire world after the bombs is just "a rough time."
 	 	 	And ideas, well, they're the most immortal ones of all. 	Making a wise observation.
 	 	 	One day, City Hall will rise again. Might not be in my lifetime, but it will. 	He's very sure of this, and not worried at all.
 	 	 	We just make the best of what we've got. You should've seen this place in its heyday. 	Humble, relaxed, friendly.
 	 	 	It was a real architectural feat. There was time to stop and admire the beauty of the city. 	Speaking glowingly of the past, as if he's telling a fairytale.
 	 	 	Then the world ended, and we were overrun by monsters and had our bellies and hearts stripped of sustenance. 	Continuing his "fairytale", which takes a grim turn.
 	 	 	Now, this building's just a reminder of all of our crushed dreams. 	He ends on a sad note, but still seems calm and collected, as if he's emotionally detached from this.
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