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@peachbuttz, being lucky in Mojave is an important part of surviving. p.s. couriers with colored hair are the cutest ones, goddamn.
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you know christine is the best dead money companion simply by the fact that she rushes into battle with her bare fists, fearing nothing
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You can say that you’re leading me on
but it’s just what I want you to do.
Don’t you notice how hopelessly I’m lost?
That’s why I’m following you.
— “Misty,” Johnny Mathis (1959)
It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’
#13 - 188 Trading Post
Collaborative Issue!
Guest Inks and Colorist: @worthlesssix
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Notes / Original Pencils / Transcript:
Notes:
This is one of my favorite issues I’ve scripted because it’s just Agnes and Cass kind of hanging out, a type of issue I don’t really have a lot of room for in a series that moves forward as deliberately and intentionally as IKROAH does. A year into this pandemic I’m also really, REALLY missing diners, so it was natural for me to interpret the 188 Trading Post as such.
Also, the next issue, #14, is the final issue of Volume One. It feels like I’ve been working towards it forever, but also that it’s sneaked up on me so fast. Anyway, it’ll be out two weeks from today on March 27th. Readers, I’ll see you in Boulder City then.
Also also, it seems like @worthlesssix is just destined to do the inks and colors on all of the scripts that I love the most, because she really painted this one in a lush, warm, lovely style that just took my breath away. The desert sun, all the intimate little details of the 188, the mauvish and cracking overpass…just an absolute privilege to work with such a wonderful artist and friend a second time on this project.
Also also also, the traveler in the gas mask chatting up Veronica is Charlie, who belongs to @jepsxyhn / @comrade-shrimp. It was so much fun to draw them in! There’s tragically not a lot of good crowd scenes in IKROAH for cameos like this, or else I’d do them more.
Also also also ALSO…that butterfly on the Forecaster’s finger is a desert black swallowtail, a native to the Mojave! Just a fun detail, in case you were curious.
Original Pencils (click for full size):
Six’s inks and colors on this issue are so incredible and stylish that I almost forget that the she drew it over the skeleton of my own pencils. But yes! Every line, every detail, every tough perspective shot was real lead on real paper first, and to be honest, folks, I’m really proud of these ones, especially the deep shot of the Forecaster and Gun Runners on the third page. Note the extremely intense Frankensteining that went into the first and second page. The reason there’s two floating mugs in the pencils for the first page was because I originally intended for there to be three panels, not two, with one of the panels being Cass taking a sip, and the other panel being her saying it was too bitter. And then…I just fucked up the pencils, haha. But the layout was definiely better for it, it would have been too cramped otherwise. I also decided against “switching” the top two panels like I originally must have intended.
Transcript:
EXT. 188 TRADING POST.
AGNES SANDS and CASS are seated at the small, sheltered bar of the 188, having a late breakfast and coffee. A few other travelers stand around or sit, with MICHELLE KERR manning the counter. The RADIO behind the bar is playing, and CASS takes a thoughtful sip of her coffee as MR. NEW VEGAS introduces a song:
RADIO:You know, sometimes the journeybeats the destination. Especially when your spursgo “jingle, jangle, jingle,” and you meet some nice galsalong the way. We’ll be back with some news, after this.
CASS:That’s not bad. Smoky. A bit too bitter.
AGNES:A bit too bitter?
CASS: I guess I’m not one for strong flavors.
AGNES:Not one for…? Cass, when I first met you, you were deep in six bottles of whiskey.
CASS:And I was deep in another six last night trying to forget what Searchlight smelled like. Sorry to disappoint, but maybe I’ve just burned my taste buds offby now.
(NOTE: *IKROAH #11—Lou.)
CASS bites into her sandwich with a CRONCH,then looks askance at AGNES.
CASS:I didn’t do anything embarrassinglast night, did I? I don’t remember much.
AGNES:Not that I know of. When I went up to our room, you were still talking to that sniper. I was asleep already before you came back.
CASS:Uh-huh.
Beat. AGNES takes a bite of her omelette, CASS has some more coffee.
AGNES:Wait a minute. You were already out when I woke up, too. You did come back to our room, right?
CASS:OHHHH MY GOD,now I remember.
CASS’ head hits the bar with a miserable THUD.
AGNES:How bad?
CASS:You ever try to come onto a guy who’s grieving his dead wife?
AGNES (sipping coffee): No, I don’t come onto men in general.
CASS:Ha ha. Funny. Good for youthatyou don’t have this problem. Ugh.
MICHELLE swings by the two, a pot of coffee in her hand.
MICHELLE:More coffee, ladies?
CASS, head still down, gestures her mug affirmatively.
CASS:Please. My head’s still killing me.
RADIO:…aaaaand we’re back, folks. It’s midday in the Mojave, and boy, is it a hotone out there…or is it just me?
RADIO:Ourtopstory today…the stand-off at Boulder City between the NCR and a splinter group of Great Khans has entered its third straight day of tensions.
AGNES (flash of recognition): Huh.
RADIO:The Khans refuseto yield their hostages, but they can’t stay holed up much longer, according to an NCR spokesperson. Folks…let’s just hope they don’t blow it up again, am I right?
AGNES:Cass, do you hear this? Those might be the Khans who shotme.
CASS:I thought you said some guy in a checkered suit shot you.
AGNES:He hired two Khans as help.
CASS: Alright, so the accomplicesto your attemptedmurdermightbe in Boulder City, and you want to…do what,exactly?
AGNES:I…I, uh…
CASS: Just saying, if you rush in guns blazing, all you’re gonna do is get yourself killed. For real this time.
CASS:I’m not saying don’t go…if all this had happened to me, I’d make all these fuckers choke on the end of my shotgun. But we’re really going to need a plan, is all.
AGNES:We? So you don’t mind squaring up against Khans?
CASS:I’m a red-blooded Californian, ain’t I? Fuck the Khans. Speaking of, it’s not like the NCR and them are having a tea social together. How do you suggest we interrupt a standoff?
AGNES stands up, throwing some caps onto the counter with a jingling of light, metallic KLINKA-KLINKsounds.
AGNES:We’ll just…think of something when we get there. We should probably go now, too, if we want to get to Boulder City before nightfall.
AGNES starts to leave as CASS gets halfway out of her own stool, hurriedly finishing her coffee.
AGNES:Come on.
RADIO:…you know, they say nonews is goodnews, but I think my program would be awfully dullif that were the case.
RADIO:You’re gonna lovethis next song. I guarantee it.
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Arcade:Yesterday I overheard Veronica saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Six replying “Trust me.” and I have never moved from one room to another so fast in my life.
After the events of New Vegas, Veronica Santangelo leaves the Brotherhood of Steel and joins the Followers of the Apocalypse.
Christine had a wedding ring made for Veronica. She was sent away before she could propose and ask her to run away together. She still wears the matching ring on a necklace, even in the Sierra Madre.
If romancing was a feature in New Vegas and you have romanced a vanilla companion before heading into The Divide for Lonesome Road, they trail Courier Six and eventually catch up near the end of the road. Each of them confronts Courier Six differently for leaving behind only so much as a note saying they’ll be back soon.
Veronica shows up sucker punching some Marked Men. She initally projects an excited demeanor, but becomes teary because she was afraid of being left behind again. However, she’s honestly just happy to be reunited, also talking about all the old world technology she’s encountered. Veronica states that wherever the Courier is going, she’s there with them.
Boone shows up on a ridge above Courier Six, landing headshots on some Marked Men. Quietly he walks up and surprisingly grabs hold of their hand. He doesn’t ask questions, and simply says that they should always have someone to watch their back and goes on mumbling about how snipers are most effective in pairs. It’s really all just to cover the fact that he was very concerned about Courier Six this whole time, which he admits later.
Cass shows up blasting away some Marked Men with dynamite. Tears in her eyes, she hits Courier Six before embracing them in her arms tightly. She says they’re a reckless asshole for leaving on this dangerous journey without so much as an explanation, but she’s just glad that they’re okay. She tells them that she’d go through this hell of a road again so long as she could be there for the Courier, joking that they owe her drinks and many, many dates
Arcade shows up waiting for the Courier, with several plasma goo piles around him. He’s surprised to see Courier Six, admitting he was actually quite lost and beginning to worry he’d never get to see them again. He jokes about how miserable this whole experience was, and that the Courier now owes him an reckless adventure of his own choosing.
Raul shows up revolver(s) blazing, downing several Marked Men. He greets the Courier with a smile, and hopes the Courier Six didn’t mind him coming along for the journey. However, he never wants to be a position again where he is unable to protect someone he loves dearly. Raul tells the Courier that a Vaquero/Courier Six always needs a good partner, before they head off for the final showdown with Ulysses.
Bonus: (HC companion) Red Lucy shows up expertly and quickly blasting several Marked Men to pieces with her hunting shotgun. Interlocking arms with Courier Six, she states that a Hunters should stick together and that their love bond is more lethal than any humanoid or creature. She will be with the Courier Six through high and low, no matter the journey, and no matter how dangerous the hunt.
gay people i respect: veronica santangelo
- is cute and funny and i like her :)
gay people i do NOT respect: arcade gannon
- SLEEPS IN MY BED AT THE LUCKY 38
Happy Fallout Friday!! We’ve gotten so much snow around here that I woke up and immediately knew I wanted to do a silly little shoot in it. So here’s Veronica Santangelo out in the snow. Sometimes you gotta travel extra far to get those sweet rolls
I made this sweet roll out of salt clay a few years ago and it’s held up so well. It’s not delicious, but it is sturdy. I wouldn’t wanna get bonked in the head with it, that’s for sure.
I’ve included some photos from back when I made the sweet roll and a box to store it. I made the Brass Lantern logo. Since graphic design is NOT my passion, I’m still pleasantly surprised that it turned out ok.
Please stay tuned for a few more Snow Angel Santangelo photos to come!
Veronica:@smolcano
:@photocaptor
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