Earlier That Same Day Heading To Caracel Boutique

The Wanderer walked to the right of Rarity. Passing by shops and various ponies going about their day. The sun here was so much more forgiving then in the Capital Wasteland. This sun seemed to understand that no one wants to be miserable. Bathed in a ray of heat instead it offered warmth like if you were to fall into a river. The light would dry you and keep you warm. The ponies were not sweating or ignited in a fury of uncomfort they were just....walking.

'Sole really wasn't kidding, these ponies don't seem to have a care in the world... Kind of pisses me off.' Wanderer thought, as he subconsciously let his legs go on auto pilot.

The Wanderer was normally was quite hard to piss off. The cold shell he had grown over his time kep him from forming any real relationships with others. Then again if you being born caused your mother to die and your father just ups and leaves. The only thing to track him down was a name of a science project and the word of the local populist. Only after you find him to have him DIE about a day later....needless to say he went into himself. Trying to block any and all possible emotional pain with a large wall of cold stone....just like his heart.

'If I even manage to get back home, who the HELL would believe me! I can already hear Elder Lyons, "oh where were you? How could you abandon use? Blah blah blah..." I might consider staying here to avoid a ear full of shit when and IF I get back.' Wanderer was brought out of his museing. The sound of Rarity saying something he didn't quite hear.

"Sorry what was that?" Asked Wanderer, as he turned towards Rarity. He took notice of the building behind her, which was a large round structure with a pointed roof. In between these to details were what looked like mannequin forms of ponies. There was always something about mannequins that creeped Wanderer out. Then again he walked into a room filled of plungers and a lone mannequin and blood...yep that signals the creepy alarm.

"I said, were here. Why don't you go in and make yourself comfortable?" Rarity was a little annoyed about the Wanderer lossing focus but let it go. She walked up to the building and opened the door. Wanderer walked into a very....sophisticated room.

'God...I feel out of place.' Wanderer thought as he looked around.

The room was diligently better looking them him. It's walls pristean and clean, the details so clean and symmetrical it was like looking into a mirror. The only difference between the two sides being a register for payments sitting on a long table. It blended with the rest of the room's style. That being curved and trimed in gold, actual gold. He would of walked a little further in if he didn't fear covering the white floor in dirt.

'Now that I think about it...I could use some cleaning up.' Wanderer waked into the boutique, as he did he turned to Rarity, "Hey could I use your restroom? I really could use a shower."

"Of course darling, I never stop another pony or human in this case from cleansing themselves." Rarity said, pointing him in the direction of a set of stairs that lead to the second level. "It should be the second door on the left." She said as he waked up them.

The second level was less peppy then the first. Seeming to be more a living level then a business area. He walked over till the second door on the left, then opened it. The bathroom reminded him of the clean ones in Tenpenny Tower. Pure and safe. Wanderer walked over to the shower and started the water, as this happened. He heard some clacking sounds come up the stairs, followed by a knock on the door.

"Wanderer, are you decent? I need to ask you something." It was Rarity, he told her to come in. Rarity opened the door only poking her head in, "Wanderer, I need your umm...clothes so I can make you some new apparel." Rarity seemed a little embarrassed by asking but Wanderer didn't mind.

"Sure thing, want them now or like....while I'm in the shower?" Wanderer asked, he was just now taking off the armor part of his suit.

"I'll grab them while your in the shower. All I wish to know now is what color you'd like?"

The Wanderer thought about this for a few minutes. He had never really like any particular color but he was a fan of blue.

"I honestly don't mind what color, as long as there's blue in it, I don't care what you do." He said as he inspected what was inside a cabinet.

"Oh fabulous darling! I think blue will look great with you, especially with your eye color. I'll work on your new garments and by the time you finish up. I'll have them ready for you down stairs, alright?" Rarity was positively glowing with excitement at the aspect of designing a new wardrobe for a alien species, and Wanderer could tell.

"Of course, just hope you don't mind seeing me half naked." He said smiling, as he walked over to the shower to agust the temperature to his liking.

Rarity's face took on a questioning look, "Why would that be a problem Wanderer, I don't see anything wrong with that. Make your way down stairs when your ready and your new clothes will be waiting." She walk down stairs as Wanderer contemplated what she said.

'What....oh, maybe they have different social norms compared to humans? I'll ask about it later, right now time to FINALLY wash some of this dirt off of me.' He unzipped his Vault suit, undoing the armor before hand and stepped in. 'Oh...oh wow, I forgot how water fealt on my skin. It's been so long sence I last took a actual shower.'

The water almost cascaded on his body, taking away alot of grim and pain with it. Wanderer looked around for some soap and found a bar on one of the small shelves there. It didn't take more then five minutes before he heard the door open, and some hovesteps.

'Must be Rarity,' he thought as he kept cleaning himself. The steps went in to the sink-where he left his clothes-then left the room as quick as they appeared.

Wanderer was in the shower for a good ten minutes before turning off the water and stepping out. He grabbed a hanging towl and started to dry off, getting his chest when he took notice of a scar he had there. It was a clean insertion, done by equipment that he would rather never see again.

'Damn alien scumbags, how they all burned when there ship blew up.' He thought angrily. The Wanderer had heard tails of alien life by many chemed up junkies. All saying the same thing about some meteor hitting the ground up north but he never believed them...until a signal was picked up by his pipboy. The strange noises, like hemms and naahs were unlike anything he'd heard so he went to inspect the signal. Only to be pulled up and experimented on when he found a actually space ship.

It took at least a week but he finally got back down the good old radiated earth but there were lots of questions as to where he went. Wanderer would answer them all the same way, "what you talking about? I was here the whole time." He didn't want others to be afraid of more then just the usual terrors of the world. Deathclaws were enough to worry about, let alone advanced aliens from another planet who wanted nothing more then to cut them open for God knows what.

He also took note of the many bullet wounds and burns from guns and energy weapons. Sence he spent so little time in close combat, stab and bruises were few and far in between. The towl he had on was blue and a little small...

'Why in the hell is this thing so small? This would barely covered ass, let alone her whole lower body.' The Wanderer was slightly annoyed by this, sence the towl wasn't large enough going down stairs was going to be tricky. 'Oh to hell with it, I'm sure she won't mind after all they don't seem to care all that much.'

With that the Wanderer discarded the towl into a hamper and walked out of the bathroom all natural. The floor was cold as hell though so maybe getting his new "armor" back would be a good idea. Walking down the stairs he looked around and found that Rarity was apparently no where to be seen. A noise coming from another part of the room cought his attention as he walked closer to it. He came upon a very concentrated Rarity, if the toung sticking out of her mouth was anything to go on. She was working on his new clothes and looked almost done, her face went intense for a little bit before she let out a triumphet "HaHa" and held his new "armor" in plain view.

It was very simple, much like his original vault suit. The color was mainly this bright tan color with blue stripes laced into it, there was no real protection to it but it was still good looking.

'I'll stick out like a ghoul among smooth skins, but it at least it looks great. Now I won't have to wear my armor all over the place, not sure if that's particularly goooood but hey. New world.' He saw Rarity turn around and stop. Her eyes were ful of shock and....curiosity. The Wanderer stood proud thinking he was blending in. His manhood and open display for Rarity as she just grew redder and redder in the face. The whites fur made this standout on her face and Wanderer looked confused.

"What? Isn't this how you guys go about?" Wanderer said shaking himself a little.

Rarity had to cover her eyes, "Wanderer! Put on some clothes, or at least put yourself away!"

"What do you mean?! I thought you guys were always naked?!" He covered himself with a lone piece of fabric.

"We can retract or genatalia we don't... Let it hang out like...that." Rarity was trying very hard not to let her eye wander past her hand.

"Well quick give me my new clothes!" He said as Rarity magiced the new suit over, "...how are you doing that?"

"Darling! Put these on before I have to put them on you." The Wanderer didn't notice the threatening tone, still thinking about the floating act as he put his new armor on. It was smooth, like cotton times twenty. He would of just melted into it had he not been so driven to find out what that whole floating thing was.

"Seriously, how did you do that?" Questioned Wanderer.

"It's magic darling, don't you humans have it in your world?" She asked, a curious look on her face.

"No, whatever magic we had is either missing or dead," Wanderer's head leaned down, "Our world is dead ok, we don't have much magic to see....but seriously how does it WORK like the mechanical parts and gears." He said, putting emphasis in the words magic and work.

"Oh well....I'd have remember my years in school," Rarity looked up in thought for a minute before continuing. "Ah right, if I remember correctly. My teacher said that magic comes in many forms. Each form has It's own....responsibility, some move objects others split them."

Wanderer was starting to become very interested, his face proved it. "Really....anything else you'd like to add?"

"Unfortunately I wasn't very....proficient in school. I was very busy with-"

"Fashion? I'd figure that...where would I happen to find more information?" Asked Wanderer.

"Well the library would be the most likely place to find all the info you'd need." She said, and no sooner did she say it Wanderer was out the door. His old armor tucked under his arm and his weapon in his hand.

The Wanderer walked to the library at a slightly faster speed then normal. His mind was a buzz of possibilities and already making up theories. 'If I can find a book with the right information in it. I might be able to explain how we got here and what brought us here.' He was practicly running not paying mind to the weight in his arms. Unlike the Survivor the Wanderer wasn't built for anything really physical. His frame was slender of course this came with pros and cons. One pro is speed, the Wanderer was incredibly fast and agile. A con would be....the delicacy of his bones and his durability. Though threw his days in the wastes he had toughin up quite a substantial amount it didn't change his body type.

The Wanderer arrived just as the sun had set, having lost his way in the town. He entered to see Sole lifting the couch Dogmeat on top of it, which made him stop.

"Sole.....what are you doing?" He said as Sole looked up to him, the couch still in the air.

"Oh hey Wanderer! I was just preparing for our new job. If I'm gonna be haulin stuff on a farm I have to get my body ready." He empathized this by continuing his exercise.

"Oh....well that's good. Will need the money, but wait! I forgot why I was here for a second... Oh right the books on magic." He put his old armor on the table and then looked towards the walls of books. Looking for anything with the word magic in the title. The Wanderer had a large stack of books in his arms as Sole put down the couch, finishing his workout.

"What you doing with the books Wanderer?" Sole asked, as Wanderer barely made it to a near by table. Putting the books down letting out a sigh of relief.

Wanderer looked towards Sole, "Well I figured that from the two of use. I'd be the one to study the new world were in, after all will be here for awhile and I want some kind of prior information on the land. That and I might be able to figure out how and why we're here." He said, sitting down and cracking open a book.

"Oh....well I don't know why you'd do that. I mean the princesses seem to have everything under control to me." Sole said.

"Well YOU might think that but I have only meet one of them. You may think there fine but I don't trust them. The Luna one is fine with me and that Twilight Sparkle one two, but I don't trust them. Not yet at least." Wanderer scaned the book quickly, his superior intellect making mince meat of the knowledge inside.

"...ya know, eventually you'll have to trust someone. I just hope it's soon for Both our sake's." Sole walked up the stairs Dogmeat jumping off the couch and followed after him. The door shutting behind them leaving the Wanderer to his own thoughts.

'....he's right....if I want a chance to survive here. I'm gonna need someone to trust, but who?' This thought required some serious decisions, who could he really trust here? 'Well first and foremost they need to be smart. Second they need to be as perspective as I am, along with capable of solving problems.... But who?'

Wanderer thought some more before it hit him, 'That Twilight Sparkle one, yeah she'll be perfect.'

Wanderer settled his mind as he continued to read. Thoughts being born and theories created after every word.

Author's Note

I know I know, it's late. In my defending I was incredibly busy with outside stuff in my life but know that it's good now. The next chapter is going to be good, I mean a visit the New Vegas right now is rare.

Till next chapter, Yours dirtymike69.