<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Fallout: Into the Mutant's Den</strong></span></span><br/>OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77037.0)</div><br/><br/>It was yet another drab day in Megaton as Kitai leaned her chair on its back two legs with her feet propped up on the makeshift table.  Random knick-knacks and wares riddled every other surface of Craterside Supply, the small shop that was currently run by her long time friend and guardian, Doroga.  He stood behind the counter while tinkering with an old assault rifle that was in desperate need of repair, the sound of his tools at work were the only thing that broke the silence of the shop.  The past several days had been devoid of any errands or tasks she could do to occupy her time and make some caps.  A recent run-in with Sheriff Lucas Simms had forced her to lay low from her late night antics lest she risks exile from her hometown.<em>I’m soooooo bored...</em><br/><br/>Almost as if her thought had enticed fate, a unfamiliar man walked in the shop with a bag full of wares.  Kitai watched with mild interest as he piled up a small stack of goods upon Doroga’s counter for inspection so their barter value could be determined.<em>”Kit, check the condition of this radio for me, will you please?”</em>She groaned at the childish nickname as she dropped the chair back on all fours with a dull thud before retrieving the small portable radio and batteries.  It always baffled her why he insisted on having her inspect the stuff; her method of analysis had always been to turn it on, if it didn’t work then it was broken and otherwise worthless.  She never took to actually opening up the items to determine the problem, doing so only lead to making matters even worse as her curiosity to the various elements tended to entice her to do something that she shouldn’t.<br/><br/>The radio buzzed to life as she turned the knob with a click.<em>“Hello again, America the magnificent. This is President Eden. And I was hoping we could talk.”</em>Kitai frowned and coughed, bristling at the words of the Wasteland’s “commander and chief”. One of the radio’s newly patched wires threatened to come loose. Ruth worked to fix it while tolerating the nostalgic broadcast<br/><br/><em>“Let's talk about government, shall we? Or more specifically, your government, dear America. The Enclave. Just who is the Enclave? Why, now that's simple. The Enclave is you, America. The Enclave is your sister, your aunt, your friend, your, your neighbor. And well yes, the Enclave is me as well.”</em>Eden chuckled as Kitai reaffixed the loose wire.<em>“As your president, it is my responsibility-”</em>She tuned the Enclave signal out and searched for GNR on the tuner, scowling. She slowly worked the dial back and forth, finding nothing but static until she heard a woman’s voice come through.<br/><br/><em>“…is Dr. Madison Li of Rivet City. I don’t know who can hear this… But listen, we have an emergency. There’s been an accident. An explosion onboard the ship and it’s urgent that we gain more medical supplies as soon as possible. Our clinic has been overwhelmed and we simply don’t have enough resources to provide care to all of our wounded.”</em><br/><br/>Kitai checked the dial. This wasn’t one of GNR’s radio dramas.<em>“Please,”</em>the woman—Dr. Li—pleaded over the speaker.<em>“Whoever you are, anything you can bring us will help but if you’re willing to do more we have a plan and a proposition for you. So please… Please help us.”</em><br/><br/>Li’s message was on a loop, endlessly repeating. It didn’t tell Kitai how long it had been since the accident had happened, but it was still on the air. That meant the crisis wasn’t over and it wasn’t too late to see if she could take the opportunity to make some caps.  She went to a little locker at the corner of the shop where she kept a bunch of her personal belongings secured and gathered a bunch of her stuff before walking towards the door.  “Seems to work fine, old man.  I’m going to be away for a few days.”  Doroga’s eyebrow quirked at the sight of what she was doing, having heard the radio broadcast he knew exactly what she was doing.  As much as he hated it, he knew there was nothing he could say or do to make her change her mind.<em>”You watch yourself out there Kitai, don’t do anything stupid.”</em><br/><br/>“You know me,” Kitai turned and smiled deviously at him as she stood in the open doorway, “I have a talent for getting out of sticky situations.”  She turned and began her trek to Rivet City without looking back.