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Commonwealth Ad Hoc Steering Committee
Inaugural Meeting
January 23, 2292
Major Jonas Coolwater (JC): Governor of Northbridge, Presiding
Gwendolyn McNamara (GM):Supervisor, Vault 81
Elizabeth Kessler (EK): Mayor, Bunker Hill
John Hancock (JH): Mayor, Goodneighbor
David Wiseman (DW): Chairman, Commonwealth Agricultural Alliance
Daniel Sullivan (DS): Mayor, Diamond City
Madison Li (ML): Director, Commonwealth Institute of Technology
Desdemona “Jones” (DJ): Governor, Nuka World
Veronica Shaw (VS): Commander, Commonwealth Minutemen
Amelia Stockton (AS): Merchant, Bunker Hill
Daisy Palmer (DP): Merchant, Goodneighbor
Constance Abernathy (CA): Merchant, Northbridge
Zachary Freeman (ZF): Carpenter, Northbridge
Natalie Wright (NW): Special Assistant to Major Coolwater, Recording Secretary
JC: Ladies, Gentlemen…
DP: Ghouls!
ZF: Synths!
JC: La-dies, Gen-tlemen, welcome, happy new year, and thank you all for coming.
ML: Did we have a choice?
JC: You did, but I understand why you would ask. Which is the reason we need to do this.
GM: And what exactly IS this? Are we here to crown you King of the Commonwealth?
JH: Sic semper tyrannis!
JC: Oh Christ, no. Definitely not.
DW: What then, President?
DP: Generalissimo?
ML: Lord High Muckamuck?
JC: None of the above. Has is not occurred to any of you that I might be tired? Tired of being The Man With The Plan? Tired of running around fighting all the fires? Tired of being the biggest goddamn bully in the Commonwealth?
DJ: You love being the biggest goddamn bully in the Commonwealth.
AS: No. He doesn’t.
JC: I did. For quite a while. Before I went into the Vault, I was an angry, angry man, with no real focus for that anger. Then I found myself in a world where I could use that anger for a purpose. And god damn did I use it. But that anger wasn’t caused by this world, it was caused by the old one. Daisy, David, you remember what it was like. We all knew what was coming. The world was gonna go to hell. We distracted ourselves with fizzy drinks and shiny cars and little blue houses and whimsical robots and rosy-cheeked babies and tried so fucking hard to pretend it wasn’t all gonna go to shit any minute. But we knew it would. And we were right. The world went to hell. The world died. But something came back when the old world died. Hope. We had no real hope back then, just desperate pretense. We had given up. We were just going through the motions. I came out of that ridiculous, pointless, sadistic deathtrap of a vault, which was just a microcosm of the ridiculous, pointless, sadistic deathtrap of a society that had created it, and I met people who were actually trying to survive. Trying to build something. Trying to improve their world instead of just racing to use up everything that was left before somebody else used it. Connie, when I met you, the dirt from your daughter’s grave was still ground into the knees of your coveralls, but there you were, pulling weeds and planting melons. Everything I’ve done since that day was to make sure you didn't have to bury another daughter and that anyone who wanted your melons would have to haggle for them.
CA: Um. Thank you. I…
JC: The point I’m trying to make is I’m not angry anymore.
ML: You were pretty angry at Doctor Holdren last month.
JC: That wasn’t angry. I was just pissed off. He’s still in one piece, isn’t he? Hell, Madison, you’ve never actually seen me angry. My anger was already spent before I went into the Institute.
VS: Is there a point to this, or are you just gonna talk about yourself all day?
JC: Thank you, Ronnie, yes. Yes there is. It’s time to start figuring out how things are gonna work around here now that the parasites and predators have been dealt with.
EK: Figure out? You mean you don’t already have a grand plan for all of us?
JC: This IS my grand plan. Get the most respected and sensible people in one place and let them talk to each other. As of today, I’m through telling everybody what to do around here.
JH: What the fuck, brother? Are you dying?
JC: Not dying, retiring. I’ve got a horse now, I can ride off into the sunset.
Inaugural Meeting
January 23, 2292
Major Jonas Coolwater (JC): Governor of Northbridge, Presiding
Gwendolyn McNamara (GM):Supervisor, Vault 81
Elizabeth Kessler (EK): Mayor, Bunker Hill
John Hancock (JH): Mayor, Goodneighbor
David Wiseman (DW): Chairman, Commonwealth Agricultural Alliance
Daniel Sullivan (DS): Mayor, Diamond City
Madison Li (ML): Director, Commonwealth Institute of Technology
Desdemona “Jones” (DJ): Governor, Nuka World
Veronica Shaw (VS): Commander, Commonwealth Minutemen
Amelia Stockton (AS): Merchant, Bunker Hill
Daisy Palmer (DP): Merchant, Goodneighbor
Constance Abernathy (CA): Merchant, Northbridge
Zachary Freeman (ZF): Carpenter, Northbridge
Natalie Wright (NW): Special Assistant to Major Coolwater, Recording Secretary
JC: Ladies, Gentlemen…
DP: Ghouls!
ZF: Synths!
JC: La-dies, Gen-tlemen, welcome, happy new year, and thank you all for coming.
ML: Did we have a choice?
JC: You did, but I understand why you would ask. Which is the reason we need to do this.
GM: And what exactly IS this? Are we here to crown you King of the Commonwealth?
JH: Sic semper tyrannis!
JC: Oh Christ, no. Definitely not.
DW: What then, President?
DP: Generalissimo?
ML: Lord High Muckamuck?
JC: None of the above. Has is not occurred to any of you that I might be tired? Tired of being The Man With The Plan? Tired of running around fighting all the fires? Tired of being the biggest goddamn bully in the Commonwealth?
DJ: You love being the biggest goddamn bully in the Commonwealth.
AS: No. He doesn’t.
JC: I did. For quite a while. Before I went into the Vault, I was an angry, angry man, with no real focus for that anger. Then I found myself in a world where I could use that anger for a purpose. And god damn did I use it. But that anger wasn’t caused by this world, it was caused by the old one. Daisy, David, you remember what it was like. We all knew what was coming. The world was gonna go to hell. We distracted ourselves with fizzy drinks and shiny cars and little blue houses and whimsical robots and rosy-cheeked babies and tried so fucking hard to pretend it wasn’t all gonna go to shit any minute. But we knew it would. And we were right. The world went to hell. The world died. But something came back when the old world died. Hope. We had no real hope back then, just desperate pretense. We had given up. We were just going through the motions. I came out of that ridiculous, pointless, sadistic deathtrap of a vault, which was just a microcosm of the ridiculous, pointless, sadistic deathtrap of a society that had created it, and I met people who were actually trying to survive. Trying to build something. Trying to improve their world instead of just racing to use up everything that was left before somebody else used it. Connie, when I met you, the dirt from your daughter’s grave was still ground into the knees of your coveralls, but there you were, pulling weeds and planting melons. Everything I’ve done since that day was to make sure you didn't have to bury another daughter and that anyone who wanted your melons would have to haggle for them.
CA: Um. Thank you. I…
JC: The point I’m trying to make is I’m not angry anymore.
ML: You were pretty angry at Doctor Holdren last month.
JC: That wasn’t angry. I was just pissed off. He’s still in one piece, isn’t he? Hell, Madison, you’ve never actually seen me angry. My anger was already spent before I went into the Institute.
VS: Is there a point to this, or are you just gonna talk about yourself all day?
JC: Thank you, Ronnie, yes. Yes there is. It’s time to start figuring out how things are gonna work around here now that the parasites and predators have been dealt with.
EK: Figure out? You mean you don’t already have a grand plan for all of us?
JC: This IS my grand plan. Get the most respected and sensible people in one place and let them talk to each other. As of today, I’m through telling everybody what to do around here.
JH: What the fuck, brother? Are you dying?
JC: Not dying, retiring. I’ve got a horse now, I can ride off into the sunset.
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