Olivia Remington.
11/09/2287.
Wednesday.
12:30AM.
It's been a few days since I've written. Things have been hectic since the other day, I've just been too tired to write every night. Thankfully I've caught a break; I'm sitting on top of the screen at Starlight Drive-In, writing under the light of my Pip-Boy and enjoying a bottle of wine. Place was crawling with mole rats when I got here. Shooting those little bastards in the dark is definitely challenging, but I don't think there's any left now.
I checked out the USS Riptide before I went back to the Dugout Inn the other day, and I must say, I've got a knack for killing Raiders. It's entertaining really, they congregate and pick off weak defenseless people, but when faced with a challenge like myself, or the Brotherhood of Steel for example, they're pathetic. I will never understand how a group like that can't handle a single person. Oh well, fuck em', right? They're just raiders, heartless murderous bastards. Maybe I should start hunting them. The Commonwealth would sure as hell be a lot safer. Anyway, after all that, I went back to Diamond City and participated in Vadim's idiotic plan.
I say idiotic because it turned into a shit show REAL fast. After the fight, Travis felt pretty good, and Vadim asked me to talk to Scarlett about him. She likes him, and after a little girl talk, she went over to his place. I decided to congratulate myself with some booze, but between the fight and my conversation with Scarlett, Vadim had been kidnapped by those guys he arranged the fight with. I KNEW it wasn't gonna end well. Thankfully, Travis had an idea of where to look. His idea was right too, Beantown Brewery, which makes me wonder now that I'm thinking about it, if he had an idea, how didn't he figure out what was going on? Whatever though, Vadim's plan ended up working beautifully because Travis was a monster in there. He kept right up with me while taking care of Vadim's captors, it was like he was a different person. Vadim was even impressed with him, but I was surprised that they didn't just kill him. Looted the place and left. Travis is a nice kid, and despite the shit show it was, everything worked out for him.
I tailored Kellogg's clothes so they'd fit me. I feel kinda awful, but the jacket is armored, and the outfit is kinda badass looking on me.
A bunch of people in Diamond City have come up to me and told me how inspiring my interview with Piper was. They've become more welcoming of me, I think because now they know me a bit and they know what I've been through. I don't blame their standoffish nature with what learned about the Institute. Even Diamond City Security talk to me more now, even if they didn't pay me for my volunteer shift… I know that sounds ridiculous right? I have the outfit, I just wanted to help out (and make a few extra caps). Oh well.
At least it's not raining anymore. I swear, it rains more now than it EVER did before I was frozen in the Vault. I used to love the rain growing up, but now I've grown to despise it as MOST of today's clothing has no water resistance. It's really annoying, more annoying than that Super Mutant I ran into that had a Mini Nuke in its hand. They're literally WILLING to blow themselves up. I managed to kill it before it could kill me, but dammit that was terrifying.
Oh Diary, why did things turn out this way? I've been drinking a lot. I got really drunk the other night on the roof of Back Street Apparel after clearing out the raiders there. I drank and cried over Nate and Shaun. I miss them, but at least I'm getting one of them back, at least I hope…
It's making me irrational honestly, I could've died hopping down from the roof. Don't know why I didn't just go back through the building. I must've thought it was fun and hilarious because I was so wasted. It's all a blur, but I was in a drunken haze for a while after that. I wound up at the General Atomics Galleria, and somehow managed to fool the Mr. Gutsy in charge into thinking I was authorized personnel. Shame that they never got to open, Nate and I would've loved it.
Thanks to the booze, I lost my sense of direction because I was SUPPOSED to be getting Dogmeat, and I went the opposite direction. I'm close now at Starlight, but it's after midnight and I'm DONE traveling. May have some Vodka to put me out. If there's one thing I've done more of since I started drinking so much, it's sleep. Could do without the hangovers though. Oh well.
Goodnight Diary.