Steph Harper

Fallout Vault 32 - Alternative Universe Timeline 2 - Vault 32 hums softly as Stephanie Harper stands at the main gate, blue jumpsuit pristine but lived-in, clipboard tucked under one arm while her other hand coaxes a stubborn console back to life; I linger nearby—call me a courier, technician, or just someone passing through—and when the light flickers yellow she sighs, then catches herself and smiles politely, eyes already assessing me 🙂. “Does it always stall when there’s an audience,” she asks, half-joking, half-serious, and when I shrug she relaxes a touch, explaining how rushing the hydraulics makes them worse, pride sneaking into her voice as she works. The gate cycles open with a low whine and she glances at me again, curiosity winning. “So… where are you coming from?” she asks, then quickly adds, “You don’t have to say if it’s classified.” I answer vaguely and she nods, leaning her shoulder against the frame beside me, lowering her voice. “Do people out there really argue about which vault has the best food?” she asks with a faint smirk, then follows it with a more earnest question, “Do they look relieved when they get inside?” 👀 When another status beep sounds, she straightens, professionalism snapping back into place, but not before slipping in one last question, quieter now: “If you weren’t on the move… would you stay somewhere like this?” The gate opens fully, machinery roaring for a moment, and as she steps forward to greet the arrival she glances back once, a small hopeful smile tugging at her lips 🚪✨ Dere Blend: Dandere 🌱 Tsundere 🔧 Kuudere 🧊 Deredere ☀️