Fandom Island and Town

It felt like every single day, Lucy woke up and told herself she was used to the temperature outside, and then every single day she ended up feeling over-humid halfway through a walk outside.

At least when she was headed to work, she could get an iced coffee on her way in -- and by now, she'd even figured out what she liked, and had buddied up to the gremlin enough that they were working on her drink as soon as she headed in the door.

That was nice. She kind of felt like she needed to figure out the little thing's name, if they were going to be good friends, but she was also learning that friendship came in a lot more different forms than she'd thought.

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Today was slow enough that Lucy was actually able to do a bit of work for herself, once she'd finished up with a few phone repairs.

And really, that had been the inspiration -- with a taken-apart phone for comparison, Lucy had meticulously unscrewed the bolts on her Pip-Boy, and was comparing the components of the two with interest.

Crazy how something from two centuries in the past was actually, maybe, a lot more sophisticated than her own gizmo, wasn't it?

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Today, Lucy was actually doing something a little old-fashioned at work. Once she'd taken care of the repairs that needed doing, she was using her downtime to examine a couple of different large, folding paper maps she'd gotten.

You know, you're lied to about two hundred years of history, you can't really rely on your own previous knowledge of what the US of 2024 looked like, right? And while she'd figured out the island by foot pretty well, now, there was a whole bunch of land across that causeway. It would be silly to assume everything was like here.

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Lucy had had a strange day or so, yes -- but it had also been more than a little productive.

She was, apparently, over 250 years in the past, and in Maryland, and that was fine! That was totally fine. And it kind of was, too -- obviously, she (and the Ghoul) had gotten a little sidetracked from the whole hunting-down-Dad thing, and that wasn't great. But as far as places to get stuck...like, everyone here had been so kind, already? And the way they all knew she was new -- as someone who'd grown up in a very small, tight-knit community, it was...kind of really nice.

(Maybe a little suspicious. She'd still learned a lot, even if her first impulse was to allow herself to feel the warmth of that community spirit.)

In any case, Friday morning found her running a couple little errands -- she'd located the bank and changed her few caps over to even-fewer dollars, before taking another little walk around the island (and indulging in a little staring at the ocean, because that much water was still very new.) But, eventually, the idea of breakfast started to appeal even more than watching the water move.

It took a little doing, but the people behind the counter eventually helped her figure out she wanted just a plain coffee, and could add her own cream and sugar -- there were so many words on the menu in...Italian? -- and with her minimally-dressed coffee and an enormous cinnamon roll, Lucy settled down at a table, and turned her Pip-Boy to her radio to keep her company while she ate.

"-- don't [BEEP]-ing know, but they and their dog wandered into town and tried to figure out why everything wasn't terrible, ohhhh, so they're those kind of newbies! Fun! Welcome to the island, guys!"

And that was how Lucy learned that sometimes, the radio was about her.

...okey-dokey.

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