Slices of Sleaze (A Fallout: New Vegas quest mod)
Project Overview
Slices of Sleaze is a quest mod for Fallout: New Vegas which explores the narratological textures of how the meaning of a post-post-apocalypse civilization can be stretched and interpreted.
Setting
Slices of Sleaze is set during the events of Fallout: New Vegas and is primarily centered around the areas of Outer Vegas, such as Westside and the Monte Carlo Suites.
Story
Involved with an adult entertainment company and pornography studio by the name of Skin's Flick, the Courier, appointed as the executive producer for their Mojave branch, began delving into a side of the NCR that many don't know about.
Requirements
While there are no subject elements that are out-of-the-line explicit, you still must be 18+ in order to voice in this mod, for my and everyone else's comfort.
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Paul Thomas Skinner is the CEO and head director of Skin's Flick. He's an auteur who takes his work seriously despite what his work is. Calm, deliberate, never raises his voice. Think less a sleazy pornographer, and more someone who genuinely believes in the art and artistry behind his choice of artistic medium.
A major inspiration behind him is the character Jack Horner from Paul Thomas Anderson's Boogie Nights.
Importance: main character
Line count: ~120 (as per GECK)
- north american
- male adult
- adult
Plenty of names come-and-go. I could begin with Avery Ares and you'd say: “no, no -- Kamryn Burke”. And if I agree with you on Ms. Burke today, the next day you'd tell me you were already into Zahra Shaffer, and so on.
Because the "normal" would’ve been an uphill battle. You'd end up mud-wrestling with the illusion that you've ever conceived something that is real. Pornography doesn't lie about its fabrication, its imagination, its style. No shadow is kept elusive here under the humdrum of the onanists.
When you look through the eyes of our brave men and women, you'll find their rifles pointed at the Dam. Yet, their eyes seek the Strip. They'd quietly envy Crocker and his MPs, but would they be able to sit snugly if they were that neck-deep in filth at each and every waking moment? Being in his shoes, you'd face the wasteland with courage and composure. Yet, you'd flinch at calls coming to your desk. Those calls; they came from men whose Mojave is their Ultra-Luxe's penthouses and nothing else.. And that's only Vegas we're talking about here.
Allison Megowan is the receptionist, secretary, and stewardess of Skin's Flick and Skinner. A professionally fierce individual who'd put the good of the company before anything. She's unapologetic about the dirty secret that the company has, opting toward the greater of two "evils" in term of being the voice of reason next to her boss.
Importance: major character
Line count: ~160 (as per GECK)
- female young adult
- north american
Skin's Flick's pornos are luxury goods. We don't sell wide, we sell high. Our distribution network covers most corners of the Republic, with pick-up available at locations in Reno, Shady Sands, and the Hub. However, Buying a tape isn't as simple as approaching a counter. It's first about owning the right to possess our quarterly catalogues. They act as both a legal and commercial tracking device. Ensuring that our products don't fall into the wrong hands. Whether in-store, by caravan, or by mail, all Skin's Flick's products have been inherently insured under the NCR's consumer protection practice.
Brianna Cameron is Skin's Flick's Director-of-Photography. She's a bright, young talent who still kept that fire of youthfulness within her. Bree have went from covering politics in the NCR's inner cities, moonlighting with a radical politic group, working for a publication the equivalent of Playboy, to now honing her talent with Skin's Flick. She's the company youngest talents, but that makes her even more dangerous than meets-the-eyes.
Note: in the quest involving finding her, many of Bree's lines focused on her being wounded due to a gunshot.
Importance: semi-major character
Line count: ~100 (as per GECK)
- female young adult
- north american
Would you be surprised if I told you that I went to a uni in Shady, instead? Never got my cap and gown cause I flunked from being told that drawing dicks round dead NCRs don't count in building the Republic's brighter future. After realizing that selling paintings was “more talk me, less look you”, I realized that painting is am art-full-of-shit. No offense. Never can a painting do what photography, what film does. Never gonna get what you want, like being in the moment, with a canvas and a brush. No matter what those assholes at Shady said, it's never worth tiring your eyes out to understand any painting. Then, now, or whenever.
I sure damn do from time-to-time. Aside from pornography, nothing beats capturing raw human affairs like war, big or small. Thing is, the NCR, the LFTBC, or any other lot like them ain't even pretend they get war journalism. They think cause first, and always. Beside that, there's nothing too effectively real to take photos of in today's California, less' you shoot tits or peeps dying in the streets. I'd struggle to defend the mainstream as I'd have done the underground. I'd rather sit on the fence and trail the scent of money.
Garrison Duchamp is the wardrobe and make-up magician of Skin's Flick. He's the most theatrical of the bunch. He speaks in a manner of emphasizing his verbosity despite being less intelligent than he might actually come off as. He's crude and perhaps quite unfriendly, but he's unapologetic about it and it lends itself to a sort of charming personality.
Importance: semi-major character
Line count: ~70 (as per GECK)
- north american
- male adult
To understand the couture of the NCR is to first forget what you think the couture of the NCR might be like. It's very common nowadays that what's in vogue would make a ghoul-mother blush, ever since we've moved on from letting the Old World dictate us. What I can tell you, draw you, beat what I'd otherwise be able to show you. Thus, reality is, once more, stranger than fiction. So, I'd end your question here: were you surprised when you first saw what they got down in Gomorrah? Those are nothing compared to California today.
Argh, you damn philistine, they're called fetishwear and they're art, damnit! And, don't you ever think that just because the academy or whoever said so, that those *fucking* stylists in films and theater are hot shit! You see the same old 'before or after the bomb, a bit' shit played out and you really think that they have the authority to speak on couture!? No. Thank. You. I, Garrison Duchamp, would rather have bloatflies bury their eggs inside my ass! My ass!
Daniela Dranomaas is Skin's Flick's Head-of-Security. Despite the title that she carries, Daniela doesn't come off as an intimidating and hard-headed figure. Rather, life's all well and good with her and that's expressed through how chill she carries herself.
Importance:minor character
Line count: ~75 (as per GECK)
- female adult
Aw, man, knew my storytelling skill had gotten rusty. Madison, whoever she was, never got us to the point of owning our own means of production. We knew how to paint pretty pictures, write catchy slogans, and all that. But, ultimately, our wealth came trickling down from the highest bidders. So, we never ended up that much of a troublemaker as we equally don't a group anyone should watch out for.
Eh, it was a light and loose comparison, something you really get if the boss ever lets you in on one of the shoots. Like...how do I put it...? You ever seen how a Reno porno works? That's how you know there's a lack of “spirit-of-the-community” present.
Well, we were gonna beat him up till he turns purple. Don't draw any unwanted attention here cause we'd plan on shooting him somewhere else. But, you're right tho', would wanna plan-and-execute perfectly right from the get-go. No headache if we messed up along the way, no friends by then.
Oscar C. Padilla is the ghoul bartender of Skin's Flick. Having lived through the bombs, Oscar carried with him that Old War Californian swagger. He's a laid-back and easygoing ghoul who's perfect for the job of a bartender due to the way he carries himself. Where most ghouls may find themselves refined out of their edges, Oscar instead kept what could've possibly made people want to embark on a road trip to Pre-War California.
Importance: minor character
Line count: ~45 (as per GECK)
- male young adult
- californian
- ghoul
Hey-hey, gorgeous. Don't suppose we've met before. I'm Oscar -- the bartender.
Got it all figured out being a friend of the sea. The waves, the girls, the bros, and -- man, oh, man -- the dope, baby.
When man lands and lives on the moon, we're gonna' be talking bout' missing the new Vegas while having new-new Vegas.
Scott Bukowski or Scotty, as people call him, is the "leader" of the Cleaners, a group of 'cleaners' operating out of Westside. There's nothing more that Scotty likes than girls and caps. This is seen by how the Cleaners work as a cleaning business that isn't all too worried about what it cleans, as long as the money's good. Scotty's role is primarily the first quest of the mod, centered all around finding him, after a group of kidnapper/murdered wanted to enact their just revenge against the Cleaners for having "cleaned" their loved ones away. Unlike Skinner, Scotty *is* the definition of explicitly sleazy.
Importance: minor character
Line count: 60 (as per GECK)
- male young adult
- north american
Skinner wants us to focus on taking care of the bodies and the, uhh...'less than stellar' living spaces on this floor.
Hot damn, fits like a glove. Thanks, we could use someone like you in our circle, y'know.
Don't blame it on me. Blame it on the chems, man. And the whores, Bob's, and that fucking rookie.
A prostitute operating at the Tiki Tongas Motel who's later casted as Skin's Flick up-and-coming breakthrough star. An important thing about Bunny is to understand very well that her profession has strengthened how she presents herself. She's an active and crass voice that showcases what's working in such a business within a post-post-apocalypse wasteland is like. She's not meant to be a tragic character, the 'tragedy' is already written underneath, implicitly on what's *not* written about Slices of Sleaze.
Importance: semi-major character
Line count: ~90 (as per GECK)
- female young adult
- north american
Who knows? Gonna be a couple of days to weeks before the next motherfucker comes rolling down the TT. Gotta play smart and hard to get. Us girls gonna look out for each other better, line our pockets deeper, yet play smart so that there's cut left for whoever comes in charge later.
Oh, good, someone who actually thinks more with their head and not crotch. Here's the secret: just because a party needs 'favors' to get its groove going, ain't mean the groove worth no lick without em'. That's what being a professional is, baby. You dance whether the music's there or not.
Working in shifts ain't about a pimp growing a conscience on his girls, it's about supply and demand. Make it worth the john's attention when he thinks he's racing against time for either his favorite girl or the missus back home. Still, don't think that it makes this line of work any easier. Quota's shit, pimp's shit, this shit-ship runs tighter than even the fucking Legion.
Lula Leftletter is a mercenary and twin to Lola. She's what you expect when you have to interact with a soldier-of-fortune. She's crude and carefree, yet, perhaps surprisingly, reasonable for someone who the Courier would be able to first find having to play dead to scout things out for her employer.
Importance: minor character
Line count: ~70 (as per GECK)
- female young adult
- north american
They didn't name names. Went off on shits like "Head Honcho," "Fucker A," "Asshole B," instead. My best guess was "Head Honcho" wasn't here cause' I heard one of them throwing a hissy fit over "we got the wrong guy!" once I heard a bat crack.
More than ninety-five percent of the time, it's a question about how low you want to go when it comes down to your payday. And how many bottles later on would be one too many bottle to wash down whatever the fuck kind of guilt you might've gotten along the way.
Lola Lefletter is a mercenary and twin sister of Lula. Unlike the more 'favorable' condition where the Courier could find Lula in, they'd find Lola having to play pretend as a kidnapping victim for her employers. Understandably, this has pissed her off. If Lula came out as crass in a good way, Lola might be who you consider unpleasant to hold a conversation with.
Importance: minor character
Line count: ~20 (as per GECK)
- female young adult
- north american
Got sick of the Strip so bad that I thought bout' poaching less-than-ideal clientele. Turns out that what qualifies as less-than-ideal are specimens borrowing the intelligence of molerats.
Sort of. But, I'm like the daughter who caught wind of the fart and ended up Reno-robbed. Call me bait, call me decoy, call me stupid and chew me out like a toy.
Alonso is a chem dealer operating via the parking lot of the Monte Carlo Suites. He's a show-off-ish kind of a salesman who always speak in third person and refer to his customer as his "friend." He stays as a minor character which come as quickly as he'd eventually go because it wouldn't be that difficult to tell that he's as shallow as his pitch. You come to Alonso for the chems, not the conversation.
- north american
- male adult
You'd be surprised, friend, to learn to never play hide-and-seek for caps against chemfiends.
Look around you, friend. Alonso always has the pick of the litter.
Alonso *is* a dealer, but Alonso doesn't want to *be* a dealer. Presentation is key.
The kidnapper, and his two lackeys, is responsible for a series of murder and a "kidnapping" that recently happened in Westside. It was a crime motivated by revenge against the Cleaners, who has supposedly led to the death and disappearance of their loved ones. The kidnapper(s) story is self-contained within the first quest of Slices of Sleaze, and is largely meant to tell the narrative of a misplaced sense of justice.
Importance: minor character
Line count: ~80 (as per GECK)
- north american
- male adult
We're products of the Mojave's insidious lawlessness. Westside locals until Westside betrayed our trust.
In good faith, we won't leave that fucker without a piss-stained pant and a bullet hole to the knee when they eventually show up.
You silver-tongue'd fuck-face! You were setting us up!
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