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fallout-lou-begas:I feel a sudden urge to singthe kind of ditty that invokes the spring.I’ll control my desire to cursewhile you crucify the verse.—“It’s De-Lovely,” Mabel Mercer (1955) It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’#10 - Nipton II​ Collaborative Issue!Guest Colorist: @tarberrymentats​ «« First | « Previous || Next » | Last »» Archives and Transcripts: @ikroah​ Notes / Original Pencils: Keep reading Archive Links«« First | « Previous || Next » | Last »»Transcript:EXT. Mojave Desert, somewhere on the outskirts of Nipton.The full moon hangs high and languid in the night sky, like a polished mirror or a platinum poker chip laid flat against black sheets. Massive, sloping mountains recline over the horizon, silhouettes scraping against the shroud of stars above and surrounding AGNES and CASS in the valley below. They sit around a small campfire, its glow illuminating cacti, shrubs, and joshua trees in the distant dark. CASS is laying on her side, her head propped up with one hand; the other gesticulates as she talks.CASS: So if it weren’t for that bighorner out of nowhere, my whole caravan would have been captured, and I’d probably still be getting fucked in a tent as some centurion’s chained-up broodmare right now.AGNES: Jesus, Cass.CASS: Yeah. This was years ago, though. Never thought I’d see Legion on this side of the river again. And honestly? If it had happened? I think I’d have just tried to off myself. Spares me the slavery and denies them the satisfaction, y’know?CASS diverts her gaze from AGNES, looking out into the darkness for a moment. AGNES takes a long drag from her cigarette. CASS turns back to her suddenly.CASS: What about you?AGNES: What do you mean?CASS: If you—or we, now—got captured by the Legion, would you just try to kill yourself? Or would you endure it to try to escape eventually, or something.AGNES (quietly shocked): Oh. Well…AGNES turns away, a serious expression creeping onto her face.AGNES: I think the Legion would just kill me outright, honestly. I’m not exactly…equipped for breeding, forced or otherwise.CASS: What, like emotionally? Because let me tell you, I doubt any woman in the Mojave—AGNES: That’s not what i meant.CASS: Okay. So what are you, sterile? AGNES: Something like that. CASS: I had a hook-up back out west who worked with irradiated shit, he was basically shooting blanks. Certainly made me worry a lot less, the last thing you want to get out here is knocked up all of a sudden, right?CASS looks up at AGNES expectantly for a response, but AGNES’ expression hasn’t changed. CASS: …Unless that is what you want. Childbirth can be, uh, magic, and— AGNES: Cass. Look at me. AGNES: I’m trans. That’s why the Legion would just kill me.An uncomfortably pregnant pause follows AGNES’ disclosure. CASS: …is that, like…because they wouldn’t want to catch it, or…? AGNES (exasperated): I’m transsexual, Cass.AGNES and CASS exchange looks across the fire. AGNES is a bleary-eyed mixture of frustration and disbelief. CASS is nervous, like she’s been accused of something. Her eyes dart to the side, avoidant. AGNES squints, suddenly thoughtful, and then her skeptical expression breaks into a genuinely amused smile.AGNES (laughing): Oh my God.CASS leans up, moving from laying on her side to sitting. She becomes defensive.CASS (pointing): Don’t you goddamn laugh at me, what’s so funny? AGNES: It’s just…(aha ha)…you don’t know. You really, actually just don’t even know. AGNES: At first i thought you were just being polite, or maybe pitying me since the Outpost. But…no, you just never could have thought. Seriously, you’ve never even heard of it? CASS: I mean…I know what it means.  AGNES (immediately): What’s it mean, then.CASS raises a finger in thought. CASS: It means, uh…hm…your sex…it, uh… CASS’ finger bends weakly as she concentrates and tries to use context clues. AGNES grins devilishly from across the fire, entertained by her companion’s benign ignorance. After a break, CASS looks back at AGNES with complete and utter confidence, having found her best guess.CASS: It means you can’t fuck good.AGNES’ mouth hangs agape, as stunned as she is tickled. When she speaks again, it’s with a sly smile. AGNES: Well…I know some who might disagr— CASS interrupts with her second guess. CASS (pointing): You fuck too good? AGNES (completely losing it): —aHAAAA HA HA HA!! CASS: I told you don’t laugh at me! -- source link
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