[There's plenty of things in the world Lucy could safely say she was not prepared for, whether she excelled in all of her classes during childhood or not. Of course she knows what snow is. She knows, by definition, what a tundra is, even if they were not natively located in her country.
Or, well, um. Anywhere. Anywhere in the world, probably, though the news about any country beyond America is limited to history lessons and whatever snippets of impending war news she got from the Pip-Boy's radio.
Falling (quite literally!) into this? She's not prepared. At first, Lucy is so frozen (hah) by the realization of where she is, what she's standing in, that she can't even think. It's a fear she'd thought she'd be prepared for, after, you know, leaving the Vault, venturing into the Wastelands, coming here to, apparently, an entirely separate world from her own.
But snow in every direction, jagged mountains, too-tall trees? Even Solvunn's trees didn't feel so oppressive. It's only pure luck that she happened to have a warming potion on her, specifically because she'd spent all her time in Cadens trying not to sweat to death. She doesn't have supply beyond a small bag she carries around her with batteries in it -- one of those magic abilities she's been told about, but which isn't exactly helpful for, um, most situations.]
Hello? [She curls her hands around her mouth, calling out, voice cracking a little.] Is anyone out there? Please, answer me!
[open] the mountains
Or, well, um. Anywhere. Anywhere in the world, probably, though the news about any country beyond America is limited to history lessons and whatever snippets of impending war news she got from the Pip-Boy's radio.
Falling (quite literally!) into this? She's not prepared. At first, Lucy is so frozen (hah) by the realization of where she is, what she's standing in, that she can't even think. It's a fear she'd thought she'd be prepared for, after, you know, leaving the Vault, venturing into the Wastelands, coming here to, apparently, an entirely separate world from her own.
But snow in every direction, jagged mountains, too-tall trees? Even Solvunn's trees didn't feel so oppressive. It's only pure luck that she happened to have a warming potion on her, specifically because she'd spent all her time in Cadens trying not to sweat to death. She doesn't have supply beyond a small bag she carries around her with batteries in it -- one of those magic abilities she's been told about, but which isn't exactly helpful for, um, most situations.]
Hello? [She curls her hands around her mouth, calling out, voice cracking a little.] Is anyone out there? Please, answer me!