DN054AtomCat Bluejay.txt

	This is a transcript for dialogue with Bluejay.

DN054

#	SCENE	TOPIC	DIALOGUE BEFORE	RESPONSE TEXT	DIALOGUE AFTER	ABXY
1	DN054BluejayGarageQuestionScene	000BF65E		Here? These are the Atom Cats' digs, an oasis of cool in the wasteland of bad news that is the Commonwealth.		Y1a
2				Power Armor is our thing, Jack. Wearing it, fixing it, looking at it. It all gets my engines goin'.		Y1b
3	DN054BluejayRumorsScene	000568B5		{Suspicious} I've been working more on that Warwick job. Something funny goin' on over there.		Y2a
4				Lots of tension between those cats. I'd hate to get in the middle of that.	Player Default: Let's see what you've got.	Y2b
5				They say there's this bunch a' kooks living in some old school that can make copies of people.		Y3a
6				Don't know why they never called us. We'd make the heppest people copies out there.	Player Default: Let's see what you've got.	Y3b
7				We've been thinking of getting out there and finding some new suits to play with.		Y4a
8				{Laughing with the player} We should take a few from those nosebleeds in the Brotherhood of Steel, right?	Player Default: Let's see what you've got.	Y4b
9				Heard the Brotherhood of Steel flew in on that ugly hunk 'o junk blimp or whatever.		Y5a
10				Those dead heads don't know the first thing about Power Armor. Not like the Cats do.	Player Default: Let's see what you've got.	Y5b
11				You hear about these Railroad cats?		Y6a
12				They take synths stuck in a bad way and give 'em a new life, new digs, new memories, everything.		Y6b
13				Why they haven't sent any to us is beyond me, this is the best life you could get!	Player Default: Let's see what you've got.	Y6c
14				We used to trade with these cats from Quincy 'til the Gunners drove them out.		Y7a
15				{Angry} It's been tough getting supplies since then. Those dead heads can get bent!	Player Default: Let's see what you've got.	Y7b
16	DN054BluejayVendorScene	000A7CD3		We got junk that'll make you wanna jive. Wanna take a look?	Player Default: Let's see what you've got.	A
17				{Cocky, friendly. Trying too hard.} Think of buying from the Cats as a donation towards a more cool Commonwealth. Whatdya say?	Player Default: Let's see what you've got.	A
18				A hep cat like you must have a few caps burning a hole in your pocket. Want to spend 'em here?	Player Default: Let's see what you've got.	A
19	DN054CatsGatherPostRaceScene	000568C5		{Walking off, dejected} What a drag...	DN054Rowdy: That was a slick showing, boss.	A1a
20	DN054DragRaceScene	00118C64	DN054JohnnyD: Hey, he got a head start!	{An exclamation of excitement.} Hot Dog!	DN054Zeke: Yeaaaahhhh!	A1a
21		00118C3F	DN054Zeke: I hope that hunk 'o junk makes it to the finish.	{Dumb taunting / Defiant} Oh I am gonna make it to the finish and...		A1a
22				{Dumb taunting / Defiant} And all the way around the planet.		A1b
23				{Dumb taunting / Defiant} And back again. Before you even get there.	DN054Roxy: Alright. Get in position, boys. It's showtime.	A1c
24		00118C3E	DN054Roxy: Go, get 'em Zekey!	{Irritated} Hey, he got a head start!	Dn054Bluejay: Hot Dog!	A1a

HolotapesQuest

#	SCENE	TOPIC	DIALOGUE BEFORE	RESPONSE TEXT	DIALOGUE AFTER	ABXY
25	DN054BluejayPoetryHolotape(Cats poetry night tapes 2)	000D008B		{Intro before a poetry reading. } I wrote this one about this thing that happened to me the other day.		A1a
26				I call it "Hard Shell, Soft Meat."	Player Default: A walk on the beach. Doing my thing. Staying cool.	A1b
27		000D008A	Player Default: I call it "Hard Shell, Soft Meat."	{Exaggerated beat poetry cadence} A walk on the beach. Doing my thing. Staying cool.	Player Default: A thing breaks the surface of the dark water.	A1a
28		000D0089	Player Default: A walk on the beach. Doing my thing. Staying cool.	{Acted out surprise in the cadence of this poem} A thing breaks the surface of the dark water.		A1a
29				{Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} A pair of claws under a dome of gnarly shell.		A1b
30				{Exaggerated beat poetry cadence, a pause between "caught" and "off guard."} I'm caught off guard.	Player Default: Beady little eyes look at me from deep within the shell.	A1c
31		000D0088	Player Default: I'm caught off guard.	{Exaggerated beat poetry cadence} Beady little eyes look at me from deep within the shell.		A1a
32				{Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} Beady little eyes full of hunger, full of rage.	Player Default: I pull out my gun, and shoot!	A1b
33		000D0087	Player Default: Beady little eyes full of hunger, full of rage.	{Yelling, as if in the moment. Exaggerated beat poetry cadence} I pull out my gun, and shoot!		A1a
34				{Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} But the bullets only bounce.		A1b
35				{Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} Off that crusty shell.	Player Default: Those beady eyes narrow as the shelled devil grows angrier and angrier.	A1c
36		000D0086	Player Default: Off that crusty shell.	{Exaggerated beat poetry cadence} Those beady eyes narrow as the shelled devil grows angrier and angrier.		A1a
37				{Exaggerated beat poetry cadence. Draw out "cool".} He comes at me. Faster than before.	Player Default: A bullet finds its way through a crack in the dome.	A1b
38		000D0085	Player Default: He comes at me. Faster than before.	{Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} A bullet finds its way through a crack in the dome.		A1a
39				The demon screeches in pain.		A1b
40				{Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} Those beady eyes close, for the last time.	Player Default: I reap the spoils from the kill.	A1c
41		000D0084	Player Default: Those beady eyes close, for the last time.	{Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} I reap the spoils from the kill.	Player Default: And I think. This thing and I, we are kind of the same.	A1a
42		000D0083	Player Default: I reap the spoils from the kill.	{Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} And I think. This thing and I, we are kind of the same.		A1a
43				{Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} For, I too, am soft meat under a hard shell.	Player Default: Thank you.	A1b
44		000D0082	Player Default: For, I too, am soft meat under a hard shell.	{Calm and artful thanks to audience.} Thank you.		A1a
45	DN054RowdyPoetryHolotape(Cats poetry night tapes 3)	000D007E	Player Default: Um, it's called "An ode to my hammer".	{Encouraging someone with stage fright from the audience.} You got this, Rowdy.	Player Default: An ode to my hammer, so heavy and nice...	A1a