Rucker/Dialogue

==XPD_Dialogue_Rucker==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Always something that needs doing. 	
 	 	 	Wonder why they call it the Pitt. Eh, probably better I don't have to know. 	
 	 	 	*whistles* Ellison needs to access his calm, goddamn. 	
 	 	 	Responders are gonna need more jumpsuits, at this rate. 	
 	 	 	That Orlando could talk the bark off a tree. 	
 	 	 	If you want something done right, you gotta make sure you don't get shot, stabbed, radsick, or blown up. And then you gotta do it yourself. 	
 	 	 	Got a shipment of meds coming in tomorrow. Hope it's on time. 	
 	 	 	Lots of new faces--and fresh wounds. 	
 	 	 	Hell yes I was born in a barn, Ellison. What's your excuse? 	emphasis *your*
 	 	 	Vertibird ain't the only thing running on empty, 'round here. 	
 	 	 	Me and Orlando are about to have some words. Go on and get your 'management' to keep the place clean if you don't like the way I do it. 	
 	 	 	If it ain't broke, then double check. It's probably broke. 	
 	 	 	Yes, exactly. 	
 	 	 	That sounds good. 	
 	 	 	That's not quite what I had in mind. 	
 	 	 	So, you feeling up for giving the Responders a hand? 	
 	 	 	Whew, don't need a Geiger counter when you're glowing like a Christmas tree. 	Slight disbelief, concern
 	 	 	Hope you're here about the supplies I ordered. Wait...no that's someone else. And it's supposed to be tomorrow. Lord, I need a nap. 	Tired
 	 	 	Heard folks had all the coffee they could drink before the war. Lucky bastards. Well, not lucky...what with the bombs, and everything. 	Observational, idle thought
 	 	 	Damn, almost mixed some Calmex in with the Med-X. Who labels these things. 	Overworked, distracted from lack of sleep
 	 	 	Stoppin' in to chat? I'm not complaining. 	Friendly/approachable
 	 	 	Been a long time coming, but the Responders are back--for good, this time. 	Proud, she's the one who brought this group back from the brink of destruction
 	 	 	Here to lend a hand, or 'cuz you need a hand? Either way--the Responders are here for you. 	Tired, overworked but still here to help. Slight emphasis "lend" and "need"
 	 	 	Well, you're not bleeding through your shirt. I call that a good day. 	Overworked, tired but still approachable.
 	 	 	Name's Rucker. I head up the Responders around here. 	Friendly
 	 	 	Good to see you back. 	Overworked, tired but still approachable.
 	 	 	What can I do you for? 	Overworked, tired but still approachable.
 	 	 	Hey there, sorry about the mess. What's up? 	Overworked, tired but still approachable.
 	 	 	Better believe it. And it's my job to make sure we stick around, this time. 	Proud of what she's done
 	 	 	Nothing right now, believe that or not. Check in again soon, though. Almost always something that needs doing around here. 	emphasis *that*
 	 	 	Thought you might. Go on ahead. 	
 	 	 	Good talking with you. 	
 	 	 	Take care of yourself--and your fellow Appalachians, if you're able. 	
 	 	 	Till next time. 	
 	 	 	Stay upright out there. 	
 	 	 	Well, it took a minute--and a miracle--but yeah. 	Proud, but you can hear the exhaustion in her voice
 	 	 	When I first got back to Appalachia the Responders were all but wiped out. 	Not a pleasant memory for her
 	 	 	Couple of folks wandering around wearing the uniform, but not a one doing any organizing or, hell, making any real work out of it. 	Annoyed that people didn't seem to want to do this work themselves
 	 	 	I started reading everything I could find and listening to anything anyone could tell me about the group before they all passed. 	
 	 	 	I realized that while the Responders themselves didn't make it, the idea could be brought back--and this time, for good. 	Proud of being able to do this
 	 	 	Nice enough place. Heard it used to be some kind of fancy trading post before the war. 	
 	 	 	Can't say I'm overly fond of this "management" that Orlando's wrapped up in, but I've got work needs doing, and I'm not one to turn down a safe place to do it in.	Suspicious of Orlando, but can't bring herself to act ungrateful.
 	 	 	I'm also not in love with all the hammering and drilling they got going on--but I'm not complaining. Well, starting now I'm not. 	Lots of noise makes it hard to sleep and concentrate.
 	 	 	Was an army brat before the bombs fell. My dad was a medic, and always wanted to be where the action was. 	
 	 	 	Dad's company took a direct hit. I think his biggest regret was that he wasn't here, in Appalachia, when it all went down. 	Not a pleasant memory
 	 	 	I wanted to do right by him, so I figured the next best thing was to make the trek back here, myself, and do what I thought he'd have done. 	Likes to think her father would be proud of her
 	 	 	I keep the Responders, well, responding. 	
 	 	 	We've grown enough now that most of the different departments organize themselves fairly well. 	
 	 	 	But everyone needs a fire lit under 'em from time to time, and these days that's where most of my hours go. 	Glad to help out, but is definitely feeling the weight/pressure/exhaustion
 	 	 	That, and keeping Orlando from sniffing around. 	Suspicious of Orlando
 	 	 	All right, then. 	
 	 	 	Wasn't easy. Me and a few other stragglers had to pick our way down the east coast, ducking and dodging everything that moved except each other. 	
 	 	 	Not the kind of experience one wants to talk much about. You understand. 	
 	 	 	They did not. All I have to say about that is it wasn't for lack of trying--or fighting. 	
 	 	 	Sure thing. 	
 	 	 	Look, I appreciate the concern, truly--but what happened to my family is what happened to most folks' families. 	
 	 	 	War has a way of blurring everyone's story into one: run, fight, hide, repeat. 	
 	 	 	I'm more interested in the present, in keeping people alive long enough so they can have their own stories to tell. 	
 	 	 	Depends on who you mean. 	
 	 	 	Hell, I can't get Orlando to tell me about Orlando. Not that I'm ungrateful for the space they're giving us here, mind. 	
 	 	 	But I've never met this "management" they go on about, and I don't trust anyone who can't--or won't--show their face. 	
 	 	 	Nice enough fella, considering what's going on back in the Pitt. Resourceful, too, in a way that's hard to come by these days. 	
 	 	 	I won't pretend I ever got my head all the way around this "Union" he's a part of. 	
 	 	 	But he knows who his people are and does everything he can to keep 'em amongst the living. We're cut from common cloth like that. 	Genuine admiration
 	 	 	Lord, that kid. 	She thinks he's nice enough, but he talks too much and pesters her frequently even though she's busy.
 	 	 	If you're asking me about him then I take it you haven't had the pleasure of him talking both your ears off at once. 	
 	 	 	Truth told, I think the Brotherhood gave him a job just to stop him from jawing at 'em for five minutes. 	
 	 	 	I'd begrudge their peace less if it didn't come at the cost of our quiet. At least with his yakking he can't sneak up on you. 	
 	 	 	Orlando on the other hand... 	
 	 	 	No worries. 	
 	 	 	The hell you want to take my photo for? Sounds silly, but I don't see the harm. Sure, fire away. 	
==XPD_Fuel_CodeBlue==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Well, seems like timing is one of your strong suits. 	
 	 	 	Welcome back. 	
 	 	 	Good to see you again. 	
 	 	 	A lead just came in on something promising, if you're up for making the trip. 	
 	 	 	Got a case I can't quite get my head around, and if you can spare a trip I'd sure appreciate you bringing something back for me. 	
 	 	 	Listen, got good word of something that might give the Responders an edge in treating these folks. Just need to get it here in one piece. 	
 	 	 	Got a patient in last night and none of us have any idea what's wrong with 'em. But we do have a lead on something that'll help--if you're up for it. 	
 	 	 	Anything you're able to find, go ahead and bring it back to our lead medic. I'll let her know to look for you. Good luck out there. 	
 	 	 	All right. Come back if you change your mind. 	
 	 	 	Nice! Well, let's get to it then. 	
 	 	 	So, what do you say? Want to help the Responders make a difference? 	
 	 	 	Can the Responders count on you? 	
 	 	 	So how 'bout it? 	
 	 	 	So talk to me. You in? 	
 	 	 	Look, I can stitch up a gash with the best of 'em. But Appalachia...well, she can do a lot worse than cut us open. 	
 	 	 	Got a lot of folks here with sickness we don't understand, and injuries we don't know how to treat. 	
 	 	 	What we need more than anything is know-how. So I propose we trade: what I got that I don't need, for what you need that you don't got. 	
 	 	 	I've heard you're looking to head into the Pitt. And the only safe way out of Appalachia's that metal bird Lennox has perched up on the roof. 	
 	 	 	And what keeps her in the air are those Ultracite cells Orlando keeps locked up. 	
 	 	 	So that's the deal. You bring back medical information that'll help me figure out how to help these folks, and I'll get you all the juice you need. 	
 	 	 	What? That's gotta be a contender for most useless request I've ever heard. Sure, go ahead, but don't expect me to waste time posing or anything. 	
 	 	 	Arktos is a big place, but I'm hoping you won't have to dig too much. 	
 	 	 	AVR Medical Center, down in Charleston, should have what we're looking for. 	
 	 	 	Hope you don't mind heading into the Mire. 	
 	 	 	Today you'll be going to school--what's left of it, anyway. 	
 	 	 	We've narrowed down what we need to Vault Tec's Agricultural Center. 	
 	 	 	Hope you don't mind a trip over to Cranberry Bog. 	
 	 	 	What we're looking for is a pharmacology reference book, something our medics here have been after for awhile. 	
 	 	 	I'm hoping you can come through for them. 	
 	 	 	Word is, there's a lot of pre-war patient records still inside AVR. 	
 	 	 	If we can get our hands on even a few of them, we'll learn a great deal about how they used to take care of folks... 	
 	 	 	...and that'll help us do a better job today. 	
 	 	 	Braxon's is a weird little place, way I hear it. Some kind of medical supply company. 	
 	 	 	We're hoping to find something there that can help us repair the equipment we already have--and maybe even improve on it. 	
 	 	 	Before the war, they would teach high school students about anatomy and physiology. Isn't that wild? 	
 	 	 	I don't know how helpful it was to those kids... 	
 	 	 	...but if there's any textbooks on the subject still intact at Morgantown High, I can damn-well tell you how helpful it would be to the Responders. 	
 	 	 	It sounds crazy, but just before the bombs fell, the war had taken up so many resources that animal doctors were told to start treating humans. 	
 	 	 	Whatever the hospitals did to train up those folks, I'm betting it's something we could use, too. 	
 	 	 	Now, this one might be tricky. 	
 	 	 	Watoga Emergency was almost entirely run by robots, but even robots had to tell their patients how to take care of themselves once they left the hospital.	
 	 	 	What we're looking for there is any record of that information, so we can do the same for our patients here in the Refuge. 	
==XPD_Hub_Responders==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Wasn't sure we'd see you back. Changed your mind? 	
 	 	 	Head on up to the roof to meet our pilot, Lennox. She'll sort you out. 	
 	 	 	Thanks for doing this, and for your help earlier. You're always welcome at the Refuge. Especially if you want to help us out again.	
 	 	 	Stay safe out there. Come back alive. 	
 	 	 	The answer is no, by the way. We run some regular sorties, trade some supplies, carry messages. 	
 	 	 	Our radios don't reach that far, so communication's either us or waiting for caravans. 	
 	 	 	No, it does not. 	
 	 	 	It doesn't hurt that we've got factories that can still make manufactured goods, either. 	
 	 	 	Well, I can answer that, Skippy. 	
 	 	 	First of all, we've got refugees here from the Pitt - people who've made it all the way down on foot or in caravans. 	
 	 	 	And the best way to help that situation is to help people not need to flee the Pitt in the first place. 	
 	 	 	Second, the Union's the best chance of stability the Pitt's got. The Responders don't just want to triage the world. 	
 	 	 	We want to help it rebuild one day. We'll need allies to do that. 	
 	 	 	Now, Skippy, it's their choice. 	
 	 	 	Anyway, sure thing. I guess you've already got all the Ultracells you'll need - I know you've got mine. 	
 	 	 	Sophie and Esme tell me you helped them out, too, so I expect you got theirs as well. 	
 	 	 	Don't let Lennox hear you call it a "plane". She takes it personally. 	
 	 	 	We've met. Had a feeling you might be up for this when you came by earlier. Guess I was right. 	
==XPD_HubRE_TakePhoto_CameraShy==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	The hell you taking my picture for? If you're bored, we got lots to do around here. 	
 	 	 	All good? Great. You know, if you've got time for sightseeing I hear Skippy's been looking for someone to help out with taking photos for his guide.	
Category:Expeditions: The Pitt dialogue files