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Raiders of Ragnarok wrote:

Americas Enclave Remnants

Liberated New Arizona

An Unusual Party, Nuka Town USA

Lilith would stand and watch as each guest departed from the Nuka Express. She shifted uneasily as the White Rabbit raider next to her spoke. Flower Children made her feel very uneasy in general. The other gangs didn’t bother her as much. Scrap Vultures would only kill you if it benefitted them, Maw preferred hunting targets, Carnies would only try if they can use it to make a grotesque display of “art”, Pinheadz would only accidentally blow you up. The Flower Children were different though. Fear was like a drug to them, and they’ll kill anyone to get a taste of it. Adrenaline junkies. She didn’t know how Athena could control them, or why she let them join her in the first place.
She would bow to each representative as they told her they were ready to move to the main event. As the last man exited the monorail, the rugged man that came alone, she would clear her throat to address the group.

“We will now be moving on to the parlay. Please follow me and do not stray from the group.” She would say, trying to keep her voice both calm and commanding.

She would lead the group into an elevator, although due to the size of the group, it would take several trips up and down. The white rabbit raider would stay behind until the last elevator down, so no one would try to leave again. Once everyone was down, Lilith would lead the group onwards to Nuka World’s main gate. six Tyrant Executioners joined them, to ensure the group makes it to the parlay without getting side tracked or “lost” along the way. Heading through the main gates of Nuka Town USA, the group is greeted with the roaring sounds of the market place. Hundreds of traders, caravaners, raiders and even some settlers rush around in the busy buzz of the market. The market seemed to have any commodity the apocalypse could offer. Weapons, chems, armor, scrap, ammo, medical supplies, a variety of grains and produce, and services. The slave stocks are hidden in the Brandenburg Amphitheater, hidden from the group. Above the market, Tyrants look down upon it from rafters they built. Passing by the Cola Car’s Arena, Lilith leads them through a small gate, and down Main Street. The place is surprisingly clean and orderly. The old Nuka World banners on the street lights are replaced by Tyrant banners. Although it’s less crowded then the market, Main Street still hums with activity. Drinking at Cappy’s Café, guarding, training, or just heading to the market. The group can notice different groups of Tyrants, based on armor. A group of the soldier like the Tyrants previously seen at the transit center pass the group by, while some of the animal pelted head into Cappy’s Cafe. A few Flower Children are also seen wandering by. Two other groups, not previously seen before are also milling about on Main Street. One such group wears brightly colored armor, with absurd writing and symbols over it. They seem to be very unstable, as they giggle at the passing parlay party. The last group wears a heavy set of armor it seems, with a thick trench coat and hood around it. They walk past the group, heading back from the market place carrying bags of what seems to be random objects, although anyone who knew anything about bomb making would know what those objects are for.
Several in the parlay assembly notice a group of Tyrants, traders, etc, standing around a man elevated above them on a crate by a statue of Cappy and Bottle. Over the noise of the surroundings it’s hard to hear to hear what he’s staying, but they manage to catch a few words.

”Our salvation... heretics... god queen... Athena”

Finally the group stops at a building called the Parlor. The guards of each representative are told to wait outside, and each representative is told to relinquish any weapons to them. Each member of the parlay would be patted down before being allowed to enter. The Tyrant Executioners stay outside as well, guarding the door. Entering the Parlor, the group is faced with the sound of music. Lilith would lead them past the lobby, and into the main dining room. The place is remarkably clean and well kept, despite its owners. A single, long table, decorated with lit candles sits in the center of the room. On the left side, sits five seats, on the right side, there are eight seats. Lilith guides each member to sit on the right side and tells them Athena will be here short. On the stage a band is playing, with a young woman up front singing. The song is easily recognizable by any music lover, as Bing Crosby’s “Something’s Gotta Give”.
As the group waits a man in a suit offers refreshments for anyone who wants any. The group has a few minutes to talk amongst themselves before Athena’s arrival

Down the block...

As Athena and the Bosses walk by, people respectfully and fearfully move out of their way. As they walked Athena looked at Artemis and noticed something different.

“That’s a new set of armor. You used to barely wear any and now your covered in it.” Athena commented.

“Yeah, after what happened last time I decided it was probably better if I have a bit more protection.” Artemis replied a bit sheepishly.

Athena looked at the other Bosses seeing if anyone else made a change in wardrobe. It appeared no one else had and she called out to the rest of the group as they walked.
“I want you all to be on your best behavior at this. After all we’re trying to look favorable.”

Raiders of Ragnarok wrote:

Americas Enclave Remnants

Liberated New Arizona

An Unusual Party, Nuka Town USA

Lilith would stand and watch as each guest departed from the Nuka Express. She shifted uneasily as the White Rabbit raider next to her spoke. Flower Children made her feel very uneasy in general. The other gangs didn’t bother her as much. Scrap Vultures would only kill you if it benefitted them, Maw preferred hunting targets, Carnies would only try if they can use it to make a grotesque display of “art”, Pinheadz would only accidentally blow you up. The Flower Children were different though. Fear was like a drug to them, and they’ll kill anyone to get a taste of it. Adrenaline junkies. She didn’t know how Athena could control them, or why she let them join her in the first place.
She would bow to each representative as they told her they were ready to move to the main event. As the last man exited the monorail, the rugged man that came alone, she would clear her throat to address the group.

“We will now be moving on to the parlay. Please follow me and do not stray from the group.” She would say, trying to keep her voice both calm and commanding.

She would lead the group into an elevator, although due to the size of the group, it would take several trips up and down. The white rabbit raider would stay behind until the last elevator down, so no one would try to leave again. Once everyone was down, Lilith would lead the group onwards to Nuka World’s main gate. six Tyrant Executioners joined them, to ensure the group makes it to the parlay without getting side tracked or “lost” along the way. Heading through the main gates of Nuka Town USA, the group is greeted with the roaring sounds of the market place. Hundreds of traders, caravaners, raiders and even some settlers rush around in the busy buzz of the market. The market seemed to have any commodity the apocalypse could offer. Weapons, chems, armor, scrap, ammo, medical supplies, a variety of grains and produce, and services. The slave stocks are hidden in the Brandenburg Amphitheater, hidden from the group. Above the market, Tyrants look down upon it from rafters they built. Passing by the Cola Car’s Arena, Lilith leads them through a small gate, and down Main Street. The place is surprisingly clean and orderly. The old Nuka World banners on the street lights are replaced by Tyrant banners. Although it’s less crowded then the market, Main Street still hums with activity. Drinking at Cappy’s Café, guarding, training, or just heading to the market. The group can notice different groups of Tyrants, based on armor. A group of the soldier like the Tyrants previously seen at the transit center pass the group by, while some of the animal pelted head into Cappy’s Cafe. A few Flower Children are also seen wandering by. Two other groups, not previously seen before are also milling about on Main Street. One such group wears brightly colored armor, with absurd writing and symbols over it. They seem to be very unstable, as they giggle at the passing parlay party. The last group wears a heavy set of armor it seems, with a thick trench coat and hood around it. They walk past the group, heading back from the market place carrying bags of what seems to be random objects, although anyone who knew anything about bomb making would know what those objects are for.
Several in the parlay assembly notice a group of Tyrants, traders, etc, standing around a man elevated above them on a crate by a statue of Cappy and Bottle. Over the noise of the surroundings it’s hard to hear to hear what he’s staying, but they manage to catch a few words.

”Our salvation... heretics... god queen... Athena”

Finally the group stops at a building called the Parlor. The guards of each representative are told to wait outside, and each representative is told to relinquish any weapons to them. Each member of the parlay would be patted down before being allowed to enter. The Tyrant Executioners stay outside as well, guarding the door. Entering the Parlor, the group is faced with the sound of music. Lilith would lead them past the lobby, and into the main dining room. The place is remarkably clean and well kept, despite its owners. A single, long table, decorated with lit candles sits in the center of the room. On the left side, sits five seats, on the right side, there are eight seats. Lilith guides each member to sit on the right side and tells them Athena will be here short. On the stage a band is playing, with a young woman up front singing. The song is easily recognizable by any music lover, as Bing Crosby’s “Something’s Gotta Give”.
As the group waits a man in a suit offers refreshments for anyone who wants any. The group has a few minutes to talk amongst themselves before Athena’s arrival

Down the block...

As Athena and the Bosses walk by, people respectfully and fearfully move out of their way. As they walked Athena looked at Artemis and noticed something different.

“That’s a new set of armor. You used to barely wear any and now your covered in it.” Athena commented.

“Yeah, after what happened last time I decided it was probably better if I have a bit more protection.” Artemis replied a bit sheepishly.

Athena looked at the other Bosses seeing if anyone else made a change in wardrobe. It appeared no one else had and she called out to the rest of the group as they walked.
“I want you all to be on your best behavior at this. After all we’re trying to look favorable.”

Green Lands wrote:

[Flower Child] "Oh this will be fun~... Forces that deemed us savages now seek us allies... THAT'S FUNNY! AHAHAHAHA! I can't wait to see their faces! AH I'M SO GIDDY! HEHEHE!"

He adjusted his coat and ran his fingers through his hair as his pupils somewhat dilated. He was giddy and excited to meet all these former enemies. He hummed a tune as he sung a few lyrics of a song.

[Flower Child] "I said, that's life.. THAT'S LIFEEE!!... And as funny as it may seem, some people get their kicks stompin' on a dream..."

He stopped humming and singing the tune as he then approached the Parlor to proceed in the parlay, grinning unbelievably big.

Raiders of Ragnarok wrote:

The guards waiting outside are show room a waiting area outside the Parlor and given a few complimentary refreshments while they wait. As they wait, they notice they crowd in the street starting to part and from this divide, seven figures emerge. In the front leading the group is some sort of assaultron, with a face that makes ones skin crawl. Directly behind the bot, three woman seemed to be talking to each other. The woman in the center wore blood red armor, with dark clothing underneath. A good covered most of her head, but a few locks of nearby black hair hung out of it. She was enchanting to look at, with noble and proud features. Her eyes almost glowed a startling shade of blue, almost purple. Black diamonds painted around her eyes, made her eyes seem much more bright then they really armor. A painted black stitch design covered her mouth and went up her cheeks, making it look like she had a permanent smile. To her right, a tall, well build woman walked beside her. Her armor was made of both metal and leather, with various bones and pelts covering most of it. Her long, warm brown hair was held back in a pony tail. Her face was one of a permanent scowl almost. To the left of the middle woman, a small woman skipped along. Her outfit was a bright red petticoat, with a matching top hat on her golden hair. She wore a black and white striped corset underneath, with matching tights and short skirt. Her pretty face was covered in makeup, like old world performers used to do. She had a bright smile, was pleasing to see. Behind the three women, a younger woman, barely out of her teens and a much older man, walked beside each other. The younger woman had a head of bright blue hair, with almost violet eyes. She worse the typical attire of a greaser. Black leather jacket, white t-shirt, jeans, and boots. She wore a necklace that just had one bullet on it. She seemed to be not really paying attention to where she was going and was absorbed into something she was fidgeting on in her hands. The man next to her, was tall and incredibly slender. He wore a simple bloodstained jacket over his attire, with a gas mask hanging from his neck. He had jet black hair and grey eyes. He held a wide smile on his face with was unnatural large, and unsettling to behold. The final person of the group walked in the back. It was a massive figure, due to the black suit of power armor it worse. Anyone who knew anything about power armor could tell it was a highly customized suit of T-45D. It’s helmet resembled a skull, with one glowing red eye. As they walked the preaching man turned to the hooded woman and got down on his knees with his armor outstretched like in open prayer. A few people would follow the preachers example and begin worshiping and praising the woman. The woman gave them a kind smile and a short wave. The group wave to the guard outside before entering the parlor.

Inside the Parlor, the representatives can hear the door opening over the music, followed by several voices.

“What was that all about?” A rough voice said. Although it was rougher, it was obviously a woman’s voice.

Another voice replied, a familiar sweet sounding voice. “It’s nothing important to worry about right now. We have guests. Medusa stand guard in here.”

“Affirmative ma’am...” A robotic voice replied.

The group would enter the dining area, and sit down on the five seats across the representatives. In the center, the hooded woman sat. In the two seats to her right, sat the tall woman, and the woman with the red top hat. To the woman’s left, was the man with a the gruesome grin and the blue haired girl. Behind the woman, the person in power armor loomed over her.

“Apologies for our lateness.” The hooded woman started with the same kind voice heard before, “It is a pleasure to see you all here. Everyone else, introduce yourselves.”

“Artemis, Pack Master of the Maw.” Said the tall woman in pelts.

“Ringmistress of the Carnies, I am Madz.” Chimed in the golden haired woman to the far right.

“Jinx... Pinheadz’ Boss.” The blue haired girl said, hardly paying attention.

“Director Redeye of the Scrap Vultures.” Boomed a deep, somewhat robotic voice from the power armor.

(For sake of time and rp let’s assume The Flower Child introduced himself in this time so you don’t have to wait for Green Lands response.)

Finally after the bosses introduced themselves the hooded woman, gave the representatives a gentle smile and removed her hood allowing her dark hair to fall to her shoulders, saying, “And I am Athena, Tyrannos of the Tyrants. I hope we can all come to an agreement today.”