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believerindaydreams · 3 years

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Like the last one but with more Benny/Arcade fucking :) Arcade POV.

You have to admit, Benny Gecko's greed rubs off.

Before the Legion camp, before the courier, you wouldn't have dreamed of anything like this home for yourself. Pushing forty and still helping out at the Mormon Fort, when most doctors stay a few years before fleeing back to the security of the NCR, their conviction ebbed away in the face of frontier realities.

You'd stayed, because you hadn't had anywhere else to go; and because you thought you hadn't deserved better.

Marilyn had certainly done her best to prove that one.

But saving another life meant saving your own; and Benny is securely self-confident in ways that defy belief, smart enough to upend the Mojave, too stupid to be afraid of you. Somehow. For everything that you are, or could be.

Right now he's snoring with his head against your breastbone, as though he dreams you're safe.

"Benny, wake up. It isn't getting any warmer out here."

He keeps right on sleeping, and you shiver some in the twilight- no way of telling how late it is, even in North Vegas the light of the Strip will drown out the stars all night. There's a moon, but vague childhood memory doesn't help much there.

(Orion tried to drill that info into you, in case you ever needed it. Judah had been the one to catch the leather belt, leaving you afraid but untouched.)

You hug your lover closer, and the memory trickles away again.

It's not so bad being out here, at that. Cold makes your lover all the sweeter to hold, and the deprivation of hunger is muted by the knowledge that there's more than enough if you wanted, inside. Indulging in sentiment is a wildly different beast than real deprivation. The lab coat you wear so proudly will cover two, applied properly-

"Mmfth? Arcade, where the hell are we?"

"Besides your new swimming pool."

Benny grunts, stands up to stretch a kink out of his back. "Ugh. Wake me up next time, willya? Cool cats may sleep in alleys, but I'll settle for a bed."

So you go inside, where the rocket stove has built up a delicious warmth, going straight to the bone marrow; and that's good too.

Benny heads straight for the liquor cabinet, chuckles at the selection, settles for a beer- maybe that means something, maybe in forty years time you'll know all the tells like that. Desire quivering in your blood like drunkenness. The prospect of having a future to grow old in.

"I'll stock that up. The upstairs bartender at the Gomorrah keeps a few bottles of pre-war wines to grease the skids."

"Are they really?"

"I mean, I wouldn't lay money on that. But it isn't your average NCR two-buck rotgut at least."

He grins and twists the bottle cap off with practiced delicacy, pockets it and drinks while looking around with sharp practiced eyes. Assessing, appreciating, but something more mellow there too, a look that hasn't been his since the Tops turned into New Vegas' bureaucratic ground zero. He's spent too long protecting it, imaging ways it could be taken away, for him to be entirely comfortable there again.

You take an ice-cold Nuka from the fridge, and a rum, and start downing a sweet mixer. Here, maybe, it'll be different. Outside it's just Fiend territory, and the two of you know how to handle those. Even without the power armor left fragmented in the Divide.

Thoughts fragmenting a little, the liquor hitting fast. If you'd come to rely on that armor, believed in it as part of your identity, maybe the loss would have come harder; but you're not the same as your tools. It kept you safe when it mattered.

Benny is still hunting around the place, quick avid eyes hunting for secrets- he switches lights on and off, opens all the cupboard doors, chortles at the secret passage to the cellar workshop. "Finally, a place with enough storage space. Not bad."

He raises the beer to his lips, drinks; you succumb to temptation and kiss foam off his lips extemporaneously.

Lovers make poor confidants, you can hear yourself saying to the courier. This is harder than it looks. It's like playacting a romance, a performance soap bubble guaranteed to vanish with the sunrise.

And people are so very fragile in the Mojave. You press against the thin fabric of that ridiculous lucky suit, hoping that physical evidence will assuage you where sense and sensibility haven't.

"If you're going to be like that," Benny says, between applications of the bottle. "Let's find the bed. A place like this, I imagine it's a good one."

"Up the stairs to the left." Too much practice in disaster, to lose your tongue just because of a firm fondle around your rear.

Benny laughs again, and guides you up the stairs as if he's the one who knows the place.

Bed is a luxurious queen size, done up in bedding that was washed this week and not last century, courtesy of the last functioning laundromat in Freeside. Abraxo's strong scent a trifle mollified, by the confounding mystery of an electric fireplace that tastes of woodsmoke.

"...sweet rads, Arcade, you really pulled out all the stops."

"There are shutters, if you want to see the Strip." Bulletproof security gives way to the neon splurge of distant light. Benny exclaims in pleasure, sticks his head out the window to drop cigarette ash onto a corrugated iron awning.

"Sorry. Dying for a smoke, I figure it's better now than interrupting us later."

"No worries." It still smells wrong, but after the Legion camp, soldiers glaring at Benny for defiling their measured sanctity with irreverent chems, it's the kind of wrong that brings comfort in its wake.

"Any ideas on how you want to- ah- christen the bed?"

"Take me down and roll me out, cupcake, I don't mind how this swings. Your picnic, baby, your show."

Wow, offers the part of your brain that's rapidly succumbing to the effect of alcohol on an empty stomach. What a remarkably unhelpful statement.

Benny has one foot poised on a priceless rifle cabinet and his greased hair is fluttering slightly from the window breeze, and the whole picture does things to your circulatory system that under normal circumstances would have you reaching for a stimpak. "In that case, I'll just...start by undressing."

"Oh, a stripping routine?" Benny puffs out effortlessly, classier than anyone with his attire and general disposition should be allowed to look. "Right on, sugarlips."

For the love of water, he's taking a simple mechanical prelude to the actual fucking as if it's the sexiest thing in the Wasteland.

Only, the way his eyes follow you as you strip off the familiar filthy coat and undo shirt cuffs suggests it is. Off with the belt and packs, away with the shirt-

He rests two fingers on your shoulder, so lightly you wouldn't feel him if it wasn't bare. "You sure this is something you want to do right now, cupcake? All that booze?"

"Get in bed and find out." In as close an imitation of his incomprehensible slang as you can manage. It's not very good.

He stubs the cigarette out against the shutter, falls dramatically against the bed. "Go ahead and strip me then."

It's part and parcel of being a doctor that you can't do this simply, without a radio station in your head tuned to medical evaluation even as you slide off jacket and trousers, every inch of that lucky suit laid neatly on a chair. Scars here, unexplained tattoo there, the marks of a hard life in the Mojave laid out in history made flesh. It is very susceptible and very beautiful at once, heart-wringing for the wounds scabbed over and soothing for its persistence. Sex is always the balance between the purifying and the ludicrous, your busy mind likes to sate itself on diagnostic while the rest of you is caught up in passion. Just the way you're built. It doesn't hurt any.

Benny's a goddamn pillow princess and lazy in bed, but he helps remove your trousers this time, the two of you stripping each other to bare skin. His hands find your cock, already growing interested; you find his and find it to be disappointingly inert.

"Something wrong?"

" Hell, I'm probably just done in after that batch in the garden. Tell you what, a little Buffout, a little juicer, I should be right with you."

"...not like that." You will, possibly, never be able to tell when he lies, but this doesn't stack up to prior experience. Experiences. "What's wrong? Am I rushing you?"

"No, I don't think- maybe," Benny admits, chagrin written over his face. "This house, everything- it's too much. Fuck, this'll take some getting used to. Seven years running the Tops and I still think of a place like this as a luxury for my betters, you dig?" He squeezes lightly with one hand, strokes along your ribcage with the other.

"You don't have any betters." Sensation be damned when there's a philosophical point to be made. Difficult as that may be in his practiced grasp. "You deserve this as much as- ah- any one in the Mojave-"

"Whoa, kitten, you'll be bad for my limitless ego. It's just a matter of getting used to it, okay? We have time, we'll get there. But meanwhile I have a bottlecap says you need a special delivery even if I don't."

It takes a moment to disentangle thoughts of Marilyn from standard Vegas slang, and then another to try to muster a functional argument, and then there aren't any more moments, because your chronic patience does not carry through to the bedchamber and Benny knows that, hurrying you along until you're blacking out to bliss-

how long it is before you're cognizant again, you aren't sure. Long enough that Benny has had time to clean you off, that's thoughtful.

"I can't possibly let that go unreciprocated."

"Don't worry about it, cupcake. Keeping score is for teenagers."

"...if you can't get it up in the house, why not outside?" That has to be the alcohol talking. Or Benny's boyfriend. Or both.

"You mean a rematch by the pool? Not a bad idea from the fertile delta of Arcade's idea garden, I'll drink to that."

...whatever that means. Too many stairs to negotiate going back down. "I mean right here. On the bedroom awning."

"The one made of cast iron? With a clear line of sight for anyone prancing down the street? Two feet across to a hard fall on concrete?"

"...um."

Benny grins, grabs a fluffy pillow. "Baby, you know how to activate my danger kink like nothing else. Lead on, Macbeth."

He means Macduff, but never mind, the thought's there.

Intellectual quibbling can take a back seat to some extremely serious fucking, for once in a way.

#fallout new vegas #orange

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littleatombomb · 4 years

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Fallout 4/Fallout 76 Junk Item: Blue Paint

Blue Paint is a junk item in Fallout 4 and Fallout 76 and a quest item in Fallout 4.

Characteristics

A can of blue paint with a worn American flag and paint name on the label.

Value

10 (Fallout 4)

20 (Fallout 76)

Weight

5 (Fallout 4)

3 (Fallout 76)

Crafting

Blue Paint can be broken down into its individual components for use in crafting:

Fallout 4 - Oil (2) Steel (2)

Fallout 76 - Oil (2) Steel (2) Lead (5)

Variants

Empty Paint Can

Paint Can

Red Paint

Yellow Paint

Green Paint

Locations

Fallout 4

Three cans are found in the Hardware Town right next to the paint mixer.

Two in the Institute's FEV lab.

One paint can is found on the roof of the building opposite the BADTFL regional office, next to the fusion core.

One can be found on the porch of an unmarked house west of Nahant Chapel and east of Croup Manor.

One can of paint is found in Vault 95, inside the reactor room between the two reactors.

Nuka World - 22 cans are found in the Nuka-Town backstage.

Fallout 76

One can be found in Red Rocket filling station.

Two can be found in Watoga High School.

Two can be found at the top of East Kanawha lookout.

Related Quests

Fallout 4

Painting the Town: It can be used to paint Diamond City's wall blue. It can also be mixed with yellow paint at Hardware Town to make green paint.

Source: https://fallout.fandom.com/wiki/Blue_paint

#blue paint #fallout 4 #fallout 76 #fallout #Junk items #items #info #pic #paint cans #My posts #video games #fallout 4 junk items #fallout 76 junk items #quest items #fallout 4 quest items

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steelcirclecosplay · 2 years

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Nuka-Cola Orange

Nuka-Cola Orange is an interesting little piece of de-regulated vulture capitalistic lore, insofar as it contains pear brandy (?) and arsenic (!).

How we made it: We made this in several variations. 1) One was straight the Pixelated Provisions recipe, using cara cara oranges in specific and 5.3 oz of honey instead of 1 cup sugar. 2) Was 1 oz pear brandy, 2.5 oz Nuka-Cola Orange concentrate syrup, 4 oz water, 1/4 teaspoon citric acid, stir. 3) We used 1 oz of brandy, 10 oz of Orangina, ⅓ tsp minced ginger, and 3 drops of neon orange food colouring.

Reactions: The pear brandy is not strongly detectable, which makes the drink all the more insidious, in-universe. You could easily not realize that this contains alcohol and either get way more drunk than intended or give it to children by mistake. It's orange soda with a bit of ginger, which does give it something of an alternate universe feel. If using the pear brandy, it does give the drink a bit of fruity crispness. @slyjinks likes the doctored Orangina version a little bit better but thinks the Pixelated Provisions version is fine. I feel like this is a deconstructed and reconstructed mimosa in some sense.

Would we make this again: Maybe.

Does this taste like something that matches the write-up: No, because real Nuka-Cola Orange contains arsenic, and arsenic tastes like garlic, and garlic-orange soft drink would be gross.

Product Code: NCO-O22R

Product Codename: Fur Seal

Version: .86

Public Facing Name: Nuka-Cola Orange

Current Variant Notes: Use Pear Brandy as a flavor base; cut intense aftertaste with trace Arsenic

Nuka-Lixir

Insofar as Med-X is morphine, and this is supposed to contain Med-X, I would have to get into serious trouble at work to make this accurately.

How we made it: 1:1 Nuka-Cola:Nuka-Cola Orange and a dash of Hella Bitters citrus. And then we each took a Tylenol.

Reactions: Actually quite tasty. Would not be tasty if it actually contained morphine. Morphine tastes extremely bitter. I suspect there is some sort of joke related the cocktail “Painkiller” going on? Why is this just about the only Nuka-Mix to contain a chem?

Would we make this again: Maybe, if we had all the component ingredients available.

Nuka-Sunrise

How we made it: 1:1 ratio of Nuka-Cherry and Nuka-Orange.

Reactions: It's an appropriate colour. It's pretty good. Slightly better than Nuka-Ray.

Would we make this again: It's a lot of work to make the component soft drinks, but maybe.

Nuka-Cola Cranberry

How we made it: 1 oz of Nuka-Cola concentrate mixed into 4 oz of Ocean Spray Sparkling Cranberry, similarly to how the Nuka-Cola Cherry is constructed. Of note, the canon Nuka-Cola Cranberry was inspired by celery-flavoured sparkling waters and mixing artificial flavours with package design and marketing to trick people into think that nutritionally bereft beverages had health benefits. We did not include any celery flavour in this.

Reactions: It's quite good. The Nuka-Cola concentrate gives the sparkling cranberry some body and dimension, which is good, because otherwise, the sparkling cranberry is rather light and thin, and the cranberry keeps the drink from being too sweet.

Would we make this again: Maybe!

#nuka-cola orange #alcohol #nuka-lixir #drugs #nuka-sunrise #nuka-cola #fallout #drink #beverage #nuka-mixer station #nuka-mix #nuka-cola cranberry

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steelcirclecosplay · 2 years

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Newka-Cola

How we made it: 1:1 ratio of Nuka-Cherry and Nuka-Cola.

Reactions: Tastes like somewhat less cherry Nuka-Cherry. So, a mocha is coffee+chocolate. A java is coffee. A jamocha is coffee+[coffee+chocolate]. This is the jamocha of Nuka-Cherries.

Would we make this again: No. A jamocha is good. Making Nuka-Cherry even less cherry is not.

Nuka-Fancy

How we made it: 1:1 ratio of Nuka-Cherry and Nuka-Wild.

Reactions: Pretty good but a little bit unexpectedly weird. Not quite as good as Nuka-Twin.

Would we make this again: Maybe if we had all the components on hand.

Nuka-Love

How we made it: 1:1 ratio of Nuka-Cherry and Nuka-Quartz.

Reactions: The cream actually brings out the cherry flavour. It's very good, but we were expecting it to be good.

Would we make this again: Maybe, if we had all the component sodas on hand. I might add a drop or two of neon magenta food colouring if I were to make it again.

Nuka-Punch

How we made it: 1:1:1:1 ratio of Nuka-Cherry, Nuka-Cola Quartz, Nuka-Cola Orange, and Nuka-Grape.

Reactions: It's almost good, but there's something just a bit off about it. It comes on like fruity allergy medication and then finishes like root beer despite containing zero root beer. I think the ginger from the Nuka-Cola Orange and the spices of the Nuka-Cola cause the pseudo-root beer effect. It's just shy of being actually good, but it's not.

Would we make this again: Only if I was partying with a lot of Fallout friends and I wanted to confuse them.

#newka-cola #nuka-fancy #nuka-love #nuka-punch #nuka-cola #fallout #drink #beverage #nuka-mixer station #nuka-mix

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steelcirclecosplay · 2 years

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Nuka-Grape

How we made it: Lore-wise, Nuka-Grape was was originally Grape-Pearl Soda, a patent belonging to Joannie Cheng, prior to its acquisition by the Nuka-Cola Corporation. Its grape flavor profile was virtually unchanged prior to Nuka-Cola Corp. releasing it as Nuka-Grape, aside from ingredients being adjusted to cut production costs. We used Dublin Retro Grape Craft Soda. Fallout is retro, right?

Reactions: Does it have any actual grape? No. Only artificial flavors, as it should be in Fallout. However, it is not the most offensive artificial grape flavour we have ever encountered. It's better than drinking Benadryl. Probably more appealing to children than adults.

Would we make this again: I will probably purchase grape soda again at some point, but maybe once every ten years.

Nuka-Berry

How we made it: 1:1:1 ratio of Nuka-Cola, Nuka-Cherry, and Nuka-Grape.

Reactions: This does not taste like berries. This tastes like grape and cherries. It does taste like something a company may try to pass off as berry, though.

Would we make this again: No. Too much like cough syrup.

Nuka-Frutti

How we made it: 1:1:1:1 ratio of Nuka-Cherry, Nuka-Cola, Nuka-Cola Orange, and Nuka-Grape. (Nuka-Cola Orange will be described at a later date.)

Reactions: Oh, this is a fruity rumpus. Despite not containing Quantum, it starts tasting Sweet Tart-ish again, but a lot more faintly.

Would we make this again: No.

Nuka-Xtreme

How we made it: 1:1:1 ratio of Nuka-Cola, Nuka-Quantum, and Nuka-Grape.

Reactions: It tastes like grapey Sweet-Tart soda. I would have liked this as a kid, but it's not doing much for me now, aside from apparently removing rads.

Would we make this again: No.

#nuka-grape #nuka-berry #nuka-frutti #nuka-xtreme #nuka-cola #beverage #drink #fallout #nuka-mixer station #nuka-mix

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steelcirclecosplay · 2 years

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We are going to do a series of Nuka-mixes and Nuka-variants.

Nuka-Cola Victory

How we made it: We used Dublin Texas Sweet Peach Soda Craft Soda, insofar as it is a regional peachy-coloured soda from the Southwest. There’s already a Nuka-Cola Orange, so Victory is probably not orange-flavoured. There was a lemony Nuka in plans, so Nuka-Cola Victory is probably not lemon. I suppose that Nuka-Cola Victory could be carrot, mango, pumpkin, guava, or any other orange fruit or vegetable, but I think peach is the most likely option.

Reactions: It tastes like an artificial peach soft drink. I think Tim Horton’s peach drink is better.

Would we make this again: I’d buy peach soft drink again if I needed to make various Nuka-Mixes for fandom purposes.

Nuka-Cooler

How We Made it: 1:1:1 ratio of Nuka-Cola Quantum, Nuka-Cola Quartz, Nuka-Cola Victory.

Reactions: The Quantum flavour is dominant, although the other flavours do cut down the sourness. I feel this is overall a more pleasant sipping drink than Quantum by itself. If I had been able to layer it properly, it could have turned out like half of the trans or intersex flag, but I was unable to layer it, so it just looks blue-grey with pink tinges.

Would we make this again: It’s a lot of work. Probably not.

Nuka-Ray

How we made it: 1:1 ratio of Nuka-Victory and Nuka-Cola Orange. (We’ll discuss the Nuka-Cola Orange in another post.)

Reactions: It's pretty good. Maybe second to the Nuka-Sunrise? (Which we will review shortly.) Fruity. Very orange-coloured.

Would we make this again: Maybe, if we had all the component soft drinks on hand.

Nuka-Rush

How we made it: 1:1 ratio of Nuka-Victory and Nuka-Wild. We used a local root beer for the Nuka-Wild. We have made our own Sunset Sarsaparilla in the past, and I suspect that Nuka-Wild tastes like a not-quite-as-good Sunset Sarsaparilla, but we didn’t feel like making a whole batch of Sunset Sarsaparilla just for Nuka-mixes.

Reactions: Weird but better than we would have expected. The peach and root beer flavours are both distinct, rather than melding.

Would we make this again: Probably not.

#nuka-cola victory #nuka-cooler #nuka-ray #nuka-rush #nuka-cola #beverage #drink #fallout #nuka-mix #nuka-mixer station

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