"Well citizens of New Vegas, it's what you've been waiting for all week, or at least sense your last bout of insomnia. Some people on the strip like to call this Topes Tuesday, but those of us who live here know the real name, Slow Times: Tuesday Night. I want to extend a special Vault 21 welcome to all ya'll, but tonight I want to make special mention of my Mormon friend I drug in here from The Utah. Mr. Fox, I know Mormon's ain't music's biggest fan, but perhaps you'll be a fan of my music. So without further adieu, and hopefully a lot less of my jabbering on, I Rene Mayberry, will sing ya'll some of the oldies from when the country was more bluesy and a lot less blown…up."
She then started playing a slow sad melody, her torso rocking to the tune a little bit, her hair fell down around her shoulders in brown wavy rivers. She then began to sing:
I was just a poor boy, Though my stories seldom told, I have squandered my resistance, For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises.
Her voice was pleasant, not as good as her guitar playing, but worth listening to. What compelled Vulpes the most was how it felt like she was singing the song directly to him, but as he looked around at the other listeners he knew this was just the effect she had on people. As she brought the song to the close, he found himself wanting to believe this kind and moral woman had picked the song for him, but for what she knew of him a song about a fighter would not have been appropriate.
At the end of the song she addressed the crown again, with a humble sense of charm. "Doesn't that sound great on my Momma Geetar? Those of you who come round'nough know that this was passed on from my great, great, great Grandpappy who was originally in Vault 21 due to what a Cracker Jack poker player he was. Seems this here Momma Guitar, could get him out of many a predicament a handsome smile couldn't. Aint' we in a predicament too? War. Shiiit."
"Sure I know most of you, Vault members, NCR members who work in Vegas and have grown bored with the decadence, people from the wastes, Robot spies from Mr. House, and I like to think sometimes Caesar himself sneaks down here once an'a while. Now stop, stop, and don't cuss him to hard. Even if he is an old cuss. Do me a favor, if you NCR boys don't keep him off our necks, tell Caesar I never said nothing particularly bad 'bout'em.”
“Cause you see, if Caesar and his boys come knocking on the gates, I got me a plan. I'm gonna sneak outta Vegas, just me and my Momma Geetar, and we're gonna catch us a baby Deathclaw. I'm gonna then train muh Deathclaw to be a travelin' companion. We'll be a traveling show, Momma Geetar, my baby Deathclaw, and me. A traveling show no one's gonna fuck with. Now for more music!"
Vulpes frowned a little when she mentioned Caesar, but since her words weren't particularly anti-Legion he felt the annoyance disappear as soon as she started to sing again. The next hour consisted of Rene telling charming stories, and then playing them some hit from the days before the war. It was one of the nicest nights he'd ever had among the profligates.
When she got to her final song, Rene seemed depressed a little, and with a tired voice told the listeners, "I'm glad ya'll came, really I am. No matter where you go in the Mojave, no matter who you meet, or what you do, for this moment we were all kin here on Slow Times: Tuesday Night. I hope when yah see each other next you smile a little bit, and remember these good times. Now this last song's for my Mormon friend out of the Utah, who always seems like he needs a friendly smile. Too bad he keeps coming to my bar, we all know I just spit in the drinks. It's never was a popular tune in the old world, but I hope ya'll enjoy it now. Sad Sad Movie, by Chroma Key."
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(Vulpes!OC) Slow Times Tuesday Night (e)
Date: 2012-02-10 04:00 am (UTC)She then started playing a slow sad melody, her torso rocking to the tune a little bit, her hair fell down around her shoulders in brown wavy rivers. She then began to sing:
I was just a poor boy,
Though my stories seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance,
For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises.
Her voice was pleasant, not as good as her guitar playing, but worth listening to. What compelled Vulpes the most was how it felt like she was singing the song directly to him, but as he looked around at the other listeners he knew this was just the effect she had on people. As she brought the song to the close, he found himself wanting to believe this kind and moral woman had picked the song for him, but for what she knew of him a song about a fighter would not have been appropriate.
At the end of the song she addressed the crown again, with a humble sense of charm.
"Doesn't that sound great on my Momma Geetar? Those of you who come round'nough know that this was passed on from my great, great, great Grandpappy who was originally in Vault 21 due to what a Cracker Jack poker player he was. Seems this here Momma Guitar, could get him out of many a predicament a handsome smile couldn't. Aint' we in a predicament too? War. Shiiit."
"Sure I know most of you, Vault members, NCR members who work in Vegas and have grown bored with the decadence, people from the wastes, Robot spies from Mr. House, and I like to think sometimes Caesar himself sneaks down here once an'a while. Now stop, stop, and don't cuss him to hard. Even if he is an old cuss. Do me a favor, if you NCR boys don't keep him off our necks, tell Caesar I never said nothing particularly bad 'bout'em.”
“Cause you see, if Caesar and his boys come knocking on the gates, I got me a plan. I'm gonna sneak outta Vegas, just me and my Momma Geetar, and we're gonna catch us a baby Deathclaw. I'm gonna then train muh Deathclaw to be a travelin' companion. We'll be a traveling show, Momma Geetar, my baby Deathclaw, and me. A traveling show no one's gonna fuck with. Now for more music!"
Vulpes frowned a little when she mentioned Caesar, but since her words weren't particularly anti-Legion he felt the annoyance disappear as soon as she started to sing again. The next hour consisted of Rene telling charming stories, and then playing them some hit from the days before the war. It was one of the nicest nights he'd ever had among the profligates.
When she got to her final song, Rene seemed depressed a little, and with a tired voice told the listeners, "I'm glad ya'll came, really I am. No matter where you go in the Mojave, no matter who you meet, or what you do, for this moment we were all kin here on Slow Times: Tuesday Night. I hope when yah see each other next you smile a little bit, and remember these good times. Now this last song's for my Mormon friend out of the Utah, who always seems like he needs a friendly smile. Too bad he keeps coming to my bar, we all know I just spit in the drinks. It's never was a popular tune in the old world, but I hope ya'll enjoy it now. Sad Sad Movie, by Chroma Key."