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"You blasphemy will never be allowed in any temple!", the Child of Atom screamed.
The Hubologist scoffed. "As if you knew anything of truth. Your many worlds are ignorance of the one perfect world, orbiting the star/"
"Um, Pastor?", Geneva prodded.
Clemonts sighed. "The All Faiths Chapel is for all faiths. However, that means everyone has to welcome all faiths, not just me."
Geneva looked again to the glowing hand pointing it's glowing, 'blessed by Atom' finger in the face 'free of nuerodynes'. The Diamond City Security officers looked like they just wanted to get to clubbing: yes, people in a church; yes, for disagreeing; yes, they expected no consequnces for their violence.
She turned back to the Pastor. "I'll see what sense I can talk them into."
"Well, at least little things like this garner your attention nowadays. Remember before the General took charge?"
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"Look, the man said he's looking to buy TARBERRIES. You sell TARBERRIES. You don't want to tell the man he slogged it all the way up here for nothing.", the caravan hand said.
Deidre shrugged and started rasping away. "I'm sorry. We've sold so many that we're down to regrowing the bog. What's left is what's going to refill our stock so anyone can have anymore."
The caravan hand snorted. "I'm lookin at TARBERRIES right in that old swimming pool right there. Sure, less than you usually have in there but some still. You hand over those, do whatever with your 'bog', and we'll both have caps in hand."
At that momen Wiseman came strolling up. "Hello. I'm Sherrif of this settlement. Can I be of any aid."
At that the caravan hand backed away. "Nope, no trouble here. Wouldn't want to upset any of the General's men." The hand went back to his trader and calmed him down, despite the lack of TARBERRIES.
Deidre smiled. "You remember how much trouble that would have been if the General wasn't in charge?"
3
One of the rebuilt homes of Sanctuary had become a legendary treasure in the Commonwealth. Rumor had it that the General had, in her travels, a penchant for holding on to readable comics and magazines. Every so often, she had come back to town and filled shelves with her findings. Now, this single building had more reading material than either the school or the science center of Diamond City. An outright lie had begun to circulate that even the Institute had contributed a book that was just difficult to be found in the midst of so many. Even the video games mentioned in the magazine occupied a terminals in the other room. The newly christened Reading House didn't seem as alive as the building built from scratch with a POOL TABLE (and an actually complete set of billiard balls) and bowling lane, but it certain seemed that way to the people inside carried away with their imaginations.
After a grueling days work and a thorough wash, Jun and Marcy Long settled into chairs in the place. Thanks to the lack of attacks and abundant water supply of the nearby river, they could wash nearly every day if they did so together and quickly enough.
"Kyle would have liked it here.", Jun mused aloud. Then he caught himself and awaited Marcy's reaction with baited breath.
Marcy considered the shops, the doctors, the gym, the food, and the near overkill security placed on the settlement that she would have never dared to dream of when she arrived. "Well, I'm not apologizing to the General if that's what you're getting at."
