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Dr. McCoy checked her in yesterday, so Ellen's in one of the beds towards the back, Dogmeat curled up at her feet. At least somebody in this scenario currently has hair.

The personal dosimeter she's wearing would appear to indicate that it's safe to approach.

[OOC: visiting post. Have at!]

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"Huh," says Ellen. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen a chicken. There's a woman in Megaton who raises iguanas for the eggs and meat... no chickens."

She shakes her head and returns to the topic at hand. "Only child, myself. Dad was a doctor. I was gonna be Vault chaplain but you see what happened with that."

"You were gonna be a padre? Well...you know." Corazon shrugs. "There've been chickens in my village since the pre-War days. We were way out in the sticks and at a high altitude, so we didn't get bombs dropped right on us and didn't get blitzed by fallout." In other words, the village was spared the worst of the War's effects.

"Wasn't my idea. When you turn sixteen in Vault 101, they put you through a test to see what you're good at. Then they take you out of- out of the regular classroom and put you in your job training instead. Reverend Avellone put in a request for someone to train that year," Ellen says. "I had one more year to go, but I had to leave the Vault."

She nods at the description. "Sounds like it must've been a nice place," she says, a little wistfully.

"It's dirt-poor and in the middle of nowhere, pretty much. But since it's not radioactive and you're not likely to get shot by your neighbors, I guess it's better than a lot of places."

"If it's got anything growing, or any kind of decent water supply, it's better than what we've got," Ellen says. "Megaton's water plant... they've got kids gathering scrap metal, every week, just to keep it running. Some places, they don't even have that."

"Yeah, we have good water," Corazon says. "So does Goodsprings. But unlike Goodsprings, we're not on the way to somewhere people want to go, so like I said, dirt-poor. Then again, it means no banditos are interested in the place."

"Oh good," Ellen says. "Last thing you need is thieves and slavers."

Megaton has walls for a reason, and Arefu is way up on the raised highway for much the same reason. Canterbury... well, they're on a hill, and they have robots.

The only thing Big Town ever had that was worth stealing was people.

"There's a lot of nasty wildlife up there, so we all know how to shoot," Corazon says, "and we always have people watching the pass up to the village. So if anyone does try to attack us..." Corazon mimes a gun with one hand.

"Good for you." Ellen smiles crookedly. "Megaton's got city walls, at least. And snipers on 'em. It helps."

"I would love a nice sniper rifle," Corazon says. "But only the guys on watch ever got to use them. And they guys on watch are only, you know, guys."

"Next time- next time I go back," Ellen says, "if I'm in- in a position to get one, I'll look for one for you. I think I might be able to- I might be able to get one."

"All right!" Corazon says. "Thank you! Thanks so much! I've always wanted a sniper rifle!" Like certain girls have always wanted a pretty dress.

"Not a problem," Ellen says with a small smile. "I trade guns and armor to people here all the time. Some padre-candidate, huh?"

"Hey, you do what you gotta do," Corazon says. "Even a padre's gotta eat."

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