This is a transcript for dialogue with Clarence Codman. |
ConvDiamondCityMS05BCoda[]
# | SCENE | DIALOGUE BEFORE | RESPONSE TEXT | DIALOGUE AFTER | ABXY |
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1 | ConvDiamondCityMS05BCodaScene | {Speaking shortly after eating. / Happy} Mmm. Wellingham. The best you've ever made. | Wellingham: Thank you, sir. It was no effort whatsoever. | A1a |
DialogueDiamondCity[]
# | SCENE | DIALOGUE BEFORE | RESPONSE TEXT | DIALOGUE AFTER | ABXY |
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2 | - | {player walks up to you, you live in the rich area of town that keeps poor people and visitors away / Impressed} *laughs* You just walked right up into the Stands, didn't you? I like your stones. | |||
3 | {talking to the player, you live in the rich area of town, the Stands / Amused} See all that filth down in the lower houses? I wouldn't keep my worst Brahmin in one. Only good for lesser men who have no value. | ||||
4 | {talking to the player, laughing at your own crude jokes / Friendly} You again? What? Prefer the company of old men? We have the benefit of years of experience, you know. Ha ha! Ah, don't mind me... | ||||
5 | {player walks up to you (player is male) / Friendly} You should have a drink. What good is it having a cock-sure youth among us, if we don't stiffen him up with some liquor? | ||||
6 | {player walks up to you (player is female) / Friendly} Want some advice, my dear? Be your own person. Make no apologies. Look at me. I may be a crude, old man, but I have no regrets! | ||||
7 | {loud, loves crude humor} You go on ahead, do what you like. That's how my family made their fortune, you know. No fear. No apologies. |
MS05B[]
# | SCENE | DIALOGUE BEFORE | RESPONSE TEXT | DIALOGUE AFTER | ABXY |
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8 | MS05B_TurnInEggToWellingham01_WrapUp | {Irritated} Wellingham? Has my breakfast finally arrived? | Wellingham: Yes, sir. Endless apologies for the ludicrous lateness of it all. It shall be ready posthaste. | A1a | |
9 | {Irritated} Wellingham? Has my lunch finally arrived? | Wellingham: Yes, sir. Endless apologies for the ludicrous lateness of it all. It shall be ready posthaste. | A2a | ||
10 | {Irritated} Wellingham? Has my dinner finally arrived? | Wellingham: Yes, sir. Endless apologies for the ludicrous lateness of it all. It shall be ready posthaste. | A3a | ||
11 | {Irritated} Wellingham? Has my meal finally arrived? | Wellingham: Yes, sir. Endless apologies for the ludicrous lateness of it all. It shall be ready posthaste. | A4a | ||
12 | - | {Annoyed the player is bothering him. / Irritated} How about you bother Wellingham? That's what he's here for. | |||
13 | {Irritated} Can't a man just enjoy the view? Talk to Wellingham if you need something. | ||||
14 | {Neutral} Wellingham handles operations up here. You need something, he's your bot. | ||||
15 | {Sighs at end. Wellingham is dead / Sad} With Wellingham gone, not sure who's gonna take care of this place. | ||||
16 | {Sighs before beginning. A touch wistful. Wellingham is dead / Sad} Wellingham. | ||||
17 | {Largely to himself. / Puzzled} Where is my meal? | ||||
18 | {Speaking metaphorically. / Irritated} Could die of hunger at any moment... | ||||
19 | {Neutral} Deathclaw omelette. Meal of kings. |
MS05BPostQuest[]
# | SCENE | DIALOGUE BEFORE | RESPONSE TEXT | DIALOGUE AFTER | ABXY |
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20 | - | {player walks up to you / Neutral} If you're looking to make a delivery, Wellingham's the one to talk to. | A |