August 25th, 2281.
Video footage 00567
Hidden recording of an argument between the Courier and companions, Presidential Suite, Lucky 38.
The camera shakes unsteadily as it films stealthily through the leaves of a fake house plant, focusing weakly on the people gathered at the dining table in the kitchen.
"This is just insane, I'm sure you must realize this!" Arcade sighs incredulously, eyeing the woman across the table that seemed to be overly interested in her fingernails instead of the conversation at hand. "You can't actually expect them to treat you like a human being! This is Legion we're talking about! You're a woman! You do realize what they do to women, right?"
"Sorry, Six, but Doc's right." Cass interjects with an apologetic grimace. "You fuck around with those boys too much anyway, what makes you think this isn't a trap?"
"Exactly!" Arcade's voice begins to rise, his glasses sliding frequently down the bridge of his nose, despite his best efforts to remain professional and composed. "This is going to end badly, but you never listen to me! Someone please talk some sense into her!"
"DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE AT THE DINNER TABLE JIMMY ITS RUDE."
"I'm not!" Arcade shot back before he could actually lower his tone, sighing deeply as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Don't yell at Lily!" Six suddenly shouted.
"I'm not yelling! Everyone, I'm not yelling right?"
"Both of you shut up." Cass moaned as she attempted to bury her head in her folded arms. "You're all drivin' me fuckin' nuts."
"OH DON'T USE THAT KIND OF LANGUAGE DEARIE, IT'S A BAD INFLUENCE ON LEO."
Cass narrowed her eyes at the massive nightkin across the table from her as Arcade and the Courier continued to yell at one another.
"What is the big deal? Are you saying I can't handle myself?" Six accused as Raul began to quietly sneak out of the room.
Boone looked back and forth between Arcade and the Courier, his brow drawn together deeply as he tried to concentrate.
"Don't get me wrong! I love the ladies—I… oh, um wait…" Arcade trailed off momentarily before shaking his head. "Whatever, the point here is that you don't belong in a Legion camp!"
"JIMMY LOWER YOUR VOICE."
"I'm not raising it!" Arcade's voice cracked.
Boone suddenly pushed up loudly from his seat, sending his chair tumbling to the ground as he slammed his large hands on the table, his beret askew and his nostrils flared. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE YELLING ABOUT!"
"Okay, everyone just, let's calm down…" Veronica smiled nervously as she attempted to tower over the cacophony of loud voices echoing through the kitchen by imitating the quickened breathes suggested for women in labor. "Breathe, calm, happy…"
"LOUD NOISES!"
The camera cuts off in a panic as Six looks over her shoulder at the sound of a rustling Pre-war plant, her look of anger frozen as the tape stops.