Journal Title: Um...Now what?
It's the next day
Oh boy, Danse refused to meet my gaze after we left the room yesterday afternoon. I Kind of feel bad for him; I mean, I doubt he had ever wanted to see that much of me, let alone John. I will have to find a way to make it up to him later. Now though, I'm just trying to figure out what to do with myself.
It's almost weird not having the weight of everything on my shoulders, you know? Taking care of the settlements and Minutemen took up all of my time, and I never really had free time. Still, now, without the need to oversee EVERYTHING, I find myself at a loss of what to do next.
I can keep worrying about the institute, but since I met Shawn, their attacks on my settlements have slowed down a bit, so I think, after all this time, they can be put on the back burner for a while. Hmmm, I mean, there are SOME things I can do that are not related to either of my main jobs. Like, Elder Maxson asked me to give Proctor Ingram a hand when I had the time, Curie asked if I'd be willing to help find her a synth body that we could transfer her to...like how the institute did with Nick(and she's not the only friend who asked for help). But instead of humans to synth, it would be a robot to synth. And I can always scout of a new place to move to; I love my home at hanged man's alley but with how many visit there(I pretty much have an open-door policy, if a friend or settler, hell even a caravan is passing though they are free to stop at my place to get some food and rest) its beginning to feel...cramped. I'm still only using the one apartment building. So its either find a new place to live or have codsworth and our builder robots clean out some of the other apartments...which there are not many; it is called hangman's alley for a reason(it's an alleyway, duh)
But if all else fails, and I was really hung up on something to do, I could do a "help a settlement with problem x" run. 8 out of 10 times, the job is always "hunt down raider party z", And I'm always up for some raider hunting. I mean, no matter how strong we've grown, raiders, muties, and ferals are still a problem. We're not sure where they keep coming from, maybe out of town but still.
You know what? I think I'm just going to spend some time helping my friends out and then talk to Ingram, knowing her it's a simple fetch job.
Audio Recording 9/9/2788
Initializing
Program Running
Time: 9:45 AM
Detected Voices: Gibson, Callie. Error, Codsworth
Callie: Hi Codsworth sweety, have you seen Curie? I can't find her
Codsworth: Oh, good morning, mum! I'm sorry, last I saw her she was tending the garden in your building
Callie: She's not there
Codsworth: Have you checked GoodNeighbor? That Mister McCready has been spending a lot of time with the nanny bot
Callie: John and I were just at GoodNeighbor; I don't remember seeing them
Codsworth: Then I'm sorry, Miss Callie, but I haven't the faintest idea
Detected voice "Error, Deacon."
Deacon: HEY, there's the boss! How yah doing short stuff?
Callie: I'm...sorry, do I know you?
Deacon: Oh right! Sorry changed my face again. What do you think?
Callie: Deacon? Okay, that's creepy...Also, I'm not short!
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