Shaun (Day 1): So. I’ve just released mother from the Vault. I’m so curious to see how long it will take her to reach me. I wonder what she’ll be like…what she’ll make of what I have become…so many questions…I look forward to meeting her. I do hope she makes it here.
Shaun (Day 21): In a strange turn of events, it seems my mother has become obsessed with collecting desk fans. Why? What does she even intend to do with them all?
Shaun (Day 37): She’s been in Goodneighbor for a week. I think she’s trying to seduce the Mayor.
Shaun (Day 38): My previous theory was correct. She has now eloped with the Mayor.
Shaun (Day 87): She’s just…building houses. Everywhere. For everyone.
Shaun (Day 206): You know what I don’t even think she’s trying to find me at all.
incessantly making pre-war pop culture references that no one understands
telling their companion(s) stories and they think they’re just a really creative person who’s making them up but really they’re just retelling the plot to one of their favourite tv/radio shows
getting cravings for food that doesn’t exist anymore and complaining about it for days or trying to make dishes by substituting in stuff from the wasteland and it coming out absolutely horrible but eating it anyway because in some small way it reminds them of their mother/father and/or spouse’s cooking
teaching their companion(s) card games they played pre-war that were otherwise lost in time
just trying to balance who they were before and who they are now by not living in the past but bringing little pieces of it to the present so they don’t completely lose themselves to life in the Commonwealth
It gets so cold during Minnesota winters that Tom Grotting started sculpting frozen jeans to entertain his neighbors. The craze caught on throughout his town, spread to the northeast US, landed on the Internet, and now the sculptures are popular worldwide.
The one that’s home pulling their loved one’s worn shirt out of the washing to sleep with.
The one that’s away trying to imagine them in all their usual haunts and picture what they’re doing now.
The one that’s home having a sudden desire to draw the other one’s face, just to look at it, even if they don’t usually draw.
The one that’s away watching everywhere for the perfect gift to bring home and filing away all the things they see that they know their loved one will like to hear about.
The one that’s home planning their loved one’s favorite meal for the night they come back.
Each of them instantly being able to pick out the other’s voice, the other’s laugh, even the rhythm of their footsteps, long before they can see them and instantly looking up, heart full, feet ready to run.
