Shall we start this off right? Korn "Coming Undone" blasting in my ears, head slightly rocking and hips wanting to gyrate. Now. What is it with the workshops? Fallout 76 still. Regardless of past, for lack of a better term, indiscretions I still think it's my escape, my drink seeing I don't drink. It's an enjoyable nightcap after a busy day. Just signed into a server and I already received an invite to join a team. Curious. I don't recognize the name. Slight hesitation, I join.
I suspect they wanted me to help with an event at their workshop near my camp, Sunshine Meadows. Some reason I can't fast travel so I head over there since it's so close. I run through the side buildings, nothing. Then I hear a stampede of feet; ghouls. There is an event. I pull out one of my favorites, the Power Fist that I too happily renamed, "KnuckleDeep SisterFister". I go to town on their ugly faces. After collecting the rewards I start to look around to see what my new teammate has done with the place; he or she obviously isn't here. Noticed the over 100 high level didn't attach wires from the Poseidon power box to the food packing terminal. Jokingly in my head, I think "Amateur." Continued my tour of the workshop picking up junk along the way. Heard it. Was that another ghoul? I know I heard footsteps. Fuck last time this happened I went to a happy place fast. My heart raced. My mind raced. What if it's him? What do I mean if it's him? Jump servers? Close game? Settle down. Just say hello and move on. Easy. My body instantly went somewhere and I freaked out my brain. Okay, duh easy. Inhale. Exhale. Maybe it was just a ghoul. I hesitantly come around to the front where the junk extractor is pumping and see something. Another player. Character is a male dressed in ritual binding apparel. I wave hello. I notice he has a mic. So I say, "Hello." Okay nothing from him or her? Maybe he/she can't hear? I keep talking. I find myself a bit nervous. This isn't my workshop but I'm on the same team as the owner so this player could just be trolling for shit. I explained to him that I didn't know the owner. However, invited me to their team to possibly help out with the event that just took place. Asked if he received an invite also to join the team. No answer. Whelp, I'm not playing this silent game if that's what's going on. I head out down the street towards my camp when I see to my left a base. I love visiting other camps, to see what others have built. Huh. It's the player I just met. His or her's. I see he's inside. I wave hello. He waves back and opens his level 3 locked door. However I choose to enter his camp through a window using a workbench. Still unsure if he can hear me, I went ahead an explained to this higher level if he wanted to keep players out (I surmised since he had a locked door) he needs to move the usable items away from windows. While giving myself a tour, I commented on items he/she had purchased from the Atomic Shop. Reminiscent of how my past transgression transpired I shuddered from a chill. Treading lightly, hell this player could be female I need to just settle the fuck down. After self talk, I calmed my nervous energy and carried on with the tour; noticing he/she starting to move items away from walls and even changed windowed walls to windowless walls. I helped someone one out. Nothing even remotely sexual. See everything is fine and not heading to one big orgasmic fest. Playing an online game. Normal. Since we were neighbors, I wanted him/her to come over to my place. I waved the emoticon "to follow". He started to but then stopped short in front of his place. I stopped running and thought it looked as though he was working on something. I should go back to see what he was doing. Up next to him, I see he's putting letters on the wall. He's spelling out something..."can u hea..." I finish the sentence out loud, "hear me? No, I can't hear you. Can you hear me?" He gives me the thumbs up. Then a party chat invite notice pops up. I scroll over and looks like there's another in the party. The other name is obviously female but still unsure of this person. I jump in with a, "Hello how's it going?" Sounded like I entered in mid conversation. The ambiguous character I just met and invited me in finally responds, "Hi, I've got another player in here with us." Someone in the background that was not in the chat party yelled how an old show had such a sexual saying, "You're being hard on the beaver." I interject wanting to know the audience ages before I comment about the Leave It To Beaver show, "I want to add to this convo but I need to make sure ya'll are not minors." Heard 3 noes. I continue, "The 50's were a bit sexually repressed so it would be overtly sexual in other areas." Oddly remember this years old information from a Sexual Harassment class taken place at work. Phew ok not minors. I don't know ages. But I do know now the player that invited me is a male.
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