Ian
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Post by Ian on Jan 27, 2013 20:28:27 GMT -6
Very contrary to Administration's disappointment in having to call an emergency ceasefire for oncoming bad weather, Ian was looking forward to seeing his new home become winterized for the first time.
As they predicted, and much to his delight, the previous night's blizzard left RED and BLU's sawmill coated in a thick blanket of white powdery frost. Even though it was the afternoon post-storm, there was still no sign of the snowfall letting up anytime soon.
After waking up and quickly taking care of any Medic duties he needed to do for the day, Ian planned to waste no time layering himself up to the ears and heading out to explore their winter wonderland. Donning an arctic-appropriate attire, right up to the BLU scarf and earmuffs connecting behind his head, the Medic opened the door and stepped out towards the battlefield.
...Well, he would have, if the door he was trying to exit from didn't happen to be frozen shut. He gave the knob a few forceful twists and pushes before giving up and diagnosing it as unopenable... at least by someone as scrawny as him.
Feeling his excitement beginning to waver, Ian released the doorknob reluctantly and sighed. What was he supposed to do now? He decided it wasn't worth the risk of bothering anyone else for assistance just yet -- instead, the young man turned back down the hall. Maybe there was another exit in the base that he'd have better luck opening.
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Gordon
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Post by Gordon on Jan 28, 2013 15:37:52 GMT -6
"It's certainly been a while since I last saw snow. This much, even." The Sniper murmured to himself as he quietly cooked a small omelette, not bothering to turn on the lights. Beating the eggs with a whisk, he looked up to observe the snow falling outside. It was still snowing heavily, which would make battle impossible, or at least significantly more difficult. An emergency ceasefire due to inclement weather was called for and with the snow as it was for the moment, that ceasefire could last for some time. He kept his eyes on the snow seemingly almost lost in though, not particularly keeping an eye on his own cooking. He blinked and turned his attention back to cooking, noticing that he was staring into space for a while. How embarrassing.
Cleaning up around the area, he turned off the stove and slipped the omelette onto a plate, placing the skillet into the sink as he dropped the plate onto the table. As he washed the skillet and other kitchen tools around him, he took another glance outside at the white-blanketed sawmill. He smiled to himself as he finished up and dried them up. Maybe, after breakfast, he would head out to see the place. After all, it had been such a long time since he saw snow. Winter was at least a pleasant season for him. It was calm, tranquil, and simply beautiful.
Taking small bites, he skimmed through a catalog of Mann Co. and the newest weapons, hats, and other items they had to offer. There wasn't anything of interest in the catalog anyway. After finishing and cleaning off the plate, he headed to the closet to slip on a coat.
"Alright, a small looksee wouldn't hurt, would it?" He wondered as he opened the door to find himself face to face with an entirely white world. He tightened his scarf as he slipped some boots on, ready to head out for a little while into the snow.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Jan 29, 2013 18:23:04 GMT -6
Zacharie stepped quickly down the wooden stairs, descending into the commons bottom floor. The spy was already neatly dressed and ready for the cold weather. He actually had laid out his wardrobe neatly the previous evening in preparation for the snow. If anyone had observed this they might have gotten the idea that he was either way too excited or a little too over prepared for the weather, which we both plausibly true.
He was greeted by the smell of cooked eggs as he entered the living room, was someone up already? He looked around for any signs of his team mates, only to find an empty kitchen. It looked like they already left for the morning. Fair enough, he had already been up for an hour getting ready and had been careful about waking up anyone else on this fine snow day.
Moving briskly towards the storage closet, Zacharie threw open the door and began pushing brooms and other cleaning supplies aside until he found what he was looking for. A rather dusty snow shovel lay at the back of the closet, from what he could tell it hadn't been used since last year's snowy season. He picked it up and closed the closet door. What a better way to get one's daily exercise than a little snow shoveling? He'd already taken a peek outside through the balcony and knew that the short trek to the actual base grounds was blocked off. It would be best to clear a path while the snow as still fresh and not packed down.
As he went into the hallway to leave, Zacharie noticed Gordon making his way outside. Ah, so there was the culprit, but not surprising in the slightest, the sniper was often content with doing things on his own. Zacharie made sure to catch is attention before he could close the door.
“Good morning!” He called out to him, seeming a little more chipper than usual, flashing a boyish and toothy grin. The spy leaned the shovel against the wall as he keeled to check that his boots were tied tightly.
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Gordon
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Post by Gordon on Jan 30, 2013 16:06:24 GMT -6
As his hand reached for the doorknob, a voice from behind him greeted him and he stopped. He turned his head slightly to see Zacharie dressed to go outside and had leaned a shovel against the wall. Right, it was certainly a good idea to clear a path in the snow at this time.
"Good morning." Gordon hadn't expected anyone else to be up at this time, considering the snow didn't let up that much. But it wasn't as if it was a large surprise to him anyway. With a slight nod of the head, Gordon glanced at the shovel. "Is there another one in the closet? We could shovel the snow and clear a path together then. Make it an easier job." He asked. He tightened his scarf as he awaited his response.
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Post by Claude Gray on Jan 31, 2013 19:58:48 GMT -6
Claude finally wakes up to the sound of footsteps, pounding into his head, He finds himself lying up against his wall, mostly dressed, with an ancient bottle of wine in his hand. Damn, I was saving that he thought remorsefully. Slowly he rises to his feet, putting on his thick trench coat, leaving his vest lying open and tie untied hanging from his neck. the cold shocked him, light burned his eyes. Maybe I should lay off the drink. the after effects are truly toxic
"Hello... Is anyone awake? Or is this some kind of sick, drink induced nightmare" Claude exclaims peering out into the hallway grabbing onto a rather embarrassing looking toque and scarf. "Ian? is that you?"
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Feb 1, 2013 15:17:16 GMT -6
He didn't get very far down the hall before a teammate's voice managed to snag his attention. Turning around, Ian caught sight of Claude -- one Spy who looked a lot worse for wear than he last remembered. It didn't take much to figure out what happened though, as the wine bottle clutched by his hand told the man's story for him. Ian still didn't really know Claude as well as he probably should have, but weren't Spies usually known for being a little more... professional?
A bit concerned, he frowned. "Yeah, it's me." He responded softly, hands subconsciously moving to play with the strings on the end of his scarf. "But hey... are you alright? Our fight was cancelled today. So uh, you're welcome to take it easy if you need to." Ian figured he didn't need to tell Claude how to deal with a hangover, so he decided to stick to general advising.
"Besides... we couldn't get to the battlefield if we tried." Ian added after a small pause, chuckling a bit nervously. "The main exit's frozen shut."
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Post by Franciska on Feb 5, 2013 17:51:40 GMT -6
Fran could see it the moment she awoke: that the bright white reflection that filled her office with a wonderful soft glow. She pressed her face against the glass the see the sawmill blanketed in fresh snow. Of course, it wouldn't lay undisturbed for long, not if Fran had any say in the matter. She hastily threw on layer after layer of clothes, finishing with a coat as white as the powder on the ground before nearly sprinting down to the common room door. Something about the snow-dusted pines, the pillowy white drifts, and the crystal flakes lazily falling from the sky awoke her inner child. She'd look like a fool prancing through the snow, but who cares? It's not every day she got a day off like this.
Fran breezed past her two teammates at the door, giving Gordon a jovial wave and "Good morning!" and making a point of ignoring Zacharie all together. No need to bring down this perfect mood by giving him the chance to open his mouth. She didn't waste another second before dashing off into the snow, her boots kicking up flurries behind her. Seeing the battlefield only renewed her gratitude for a day off; fighting in this much snow would be utterly miserable, if not impossible. There was no way this stroke of good luck was lasting longer than the day so she resolved to do all she could to enjoy it. Pulling her yellow scarf up over her nose, Fran trudged her way to the center barn, climbing up the stairs to get a better view of the area.
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lissapants
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The burner of all things burnable
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Post by lissapants on Feb 5, 2013 18:32:55 GMT -6
Elissa had been awake for a couple hours now. She had gotten up to get a drink of water and lost all interest in going back to sleep when she looked out the window at the falling snow.
Instead, she spent the majority of the early morning hours searching her belongings for weather appropriate clothes, her room now looked like the closet exploded and a few balls of socks rolled their way out the door.
The Pyro looked down at her accomplishments and despite looking like an even more odd shaped marshmallow than usual, she smiled to herself and hopped into her boots.
Walking up the stairs she realized she didn't have anything to put over her hands, she remembered getting scolded the last time she had played out in the snow because she had gone out in nothing but a pair of jeans and a light long sleeved shirt. Next stop: Supply locker.
After slipping into a pair of her usual gloves, she ran off excitedly past the kitchen, giggled her way between both Gordon and Zacharie and all their shovel talk and planting herself into a nice fluffy looking pile of snow a few yards from the door.
/oops here I am-WOW FRAN U SNEAKY SNEAK/
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Feb 5, 2013 19:04:02 GMT -6
Zacharie was about to open his mouth to answer Gordon when not one but two excitable blurs flew past them and outside. The spy promptly sighed and stood back up, holding the shovel in one hand. He glanced at it, then at Gordon, then his two female team mates who were already out and romping about in the snow.
“No. But I think I've just lost any will actually carry through with this task.” Zacharie hunched his shoulders a bit, feeling the extreme need for that morning's second cigarette coming on. “So you can use this one if you want.” He leaned it back against the wall, a gloved hand reaching into one of his coat pockets and feeling around for his cigarette case. He could picture it now, he was working hard to make sure there was a safe path to the battle field, everyone else throwing snow and making snowmen. No doubt this would leave him frustrated and grumpy.
The last thing that Zacharie Volkov would want to do in a situation like that is be the god damn stick in the mud. Not this time. After all people already had begun accusing him of sapping the fun out of a room in many occasions, it just wouldn't do today.
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Gordon
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Post by Gordon on Feb 5, 2013 19:40:40 GMT -6
Gordon couldn't help but chuckle slightly at their excitement to get into the snow. "Morning. Looks like you two are quite-" Before the Sniper knew it, the two of them were already outside and he just shook his head with a stifled laugh. He turned back to notice that Zacharie had become rather sullen all of a sudden. A small pout crept onto his face. "Everything alright?" He asked. He grabbed ahold of the shovel, gave it a tiny toss in the air, and caught it again in a firmer grasp. "You're a bit grumpy all of sudden." As if he were one to talk, but at the same time, the Spy seemed to have been more upbeat a mere moment ago. "But, I'll take care of the shoveling if you're not up to it then. Nothing to it. Thanks."
He turned to face the door, about to head out in the snow. Turning his head back to see Zach, he motioned for him to come. "C'mon. Let's head out then, shall we?" He patiently waited for the Spy as he opened the door to be greeted by the bitter cold. He brought his scarf up to his nose, covering his face even more. Shoveling wasn't the most fun of jobs, but oh well.
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Post by Claude Gray on Feb 6, 2013 17:13:05 GMT -6
"No fight... my lucky day, huh?" Claude took several steps down the hall toward Ian, setting the bottle down just before adjusting his coat, and donning his hat and scarf. A headache of unimaginable proportion tore at his skull, but he pushed through. "Would you happen to have any Aspirin? Maybe a mint? I feel like I'm about to give birth to Athena." Claude staggered a little, barely jostling has head, causing more pain. "Wait, did it snow? You said the door froze right?" The sudden thought struck him as mystic, snow. I bet a nice snow angel will shock me out of this hangover, or that could be the worst idea I've ever had
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Feb 8, 2013 18:50:15 GMT -6
When Claude lost his balance a bit, it startled Ian. He wasn't going to have to help the man walk, was he? Taking into consideration the severe height difference between the two, the Medic was unsure if he'd even be able to provide assistance for something like that. He hoped his teammate could manage at least movement by himself.
"It did snow." Ian replied, taking the time to remove the earmuffs from his head, hanging them around his neck. "It snowed a lot. S'why we're not fighting today." As he elaborated, he dug around in his coat pockets, with no success in finding anything on hand that could help Claude with his headache.
"Sorry, uh... I don't have any meds on me now, but I can go get some for you. Won't take but a second." He said with a small nod, and turned to make his way to the medical ward before the Spy could say anything else.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Feb 13, 2013 22:14:35 GMT -6
“Hey don't sound too excited yourself.” Zacharie shot a glance back at Gordon. “I tell you what, you come get me when you've had enough and I will take over from there.” Although in all honesty Zacharie wasn't planning on that at all, but it sounded better than just shrugging it off in favor of participating in some one-upmanship. He adjusted his scarf proper as the Sniper opened the door them both, nodding in appreciation as he stepped into the cold.
He squinted as he watched Fran flee towards the center barn of the base, she was like a child, matching Elissa's enthusiasm. After a moment he stopped to take in the sights of their usually wet and muddy base now blanketed in fresh white snow. It wouldn't take any time at all for that white snow to become covered in said mud, so it was probably best to enjoy it while it lasted, he thought.
Taking in a deep breath of air and releasing it in a puff of white fog, Zacharie began to make a steady trudge towards the center barn. Maybe some of the BLUs were about, he could get the jump on them with a well-aimed snowball.
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Gordon
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Post by Gordon on Feb 15, 2013 18:53:36 GMT -6
"Sounds good." He replied as he stepped out into the snow, his boots sinking in with a crunch. Just how long has it been since he's seen snow and actually stepped in it to feel it for himself? It's been a good few years. He continued to trudge through the snow while watching his teammates going off on their own. Zach and Fran began their way to the center barn while Elissa happily played in the snow. There was no way he could shovel the entire area. Not all at once anyway, and it wasn't as if they were going to do much with so much snow on the ground. Again, he decided that a path would suffice.
"Elissa, I'm shoveling now so watch out for a bit. Nothin' really to worry about anyway." He muttered as he used the shovel to dig into the snow and throw it to the side. Gordon wondered just how much he would be able to shovel. That said, he also wondered just how long it would take him to shovel. Watching Elissa have so much fun in the snow made him want to at the very least, do the same.
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lissapants
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Post by lissapants on Feb 15, 2013 23:37:29 GMT -6
After only minutes of being outside, the Pyro was already short of breath. She climbed up a small mound of snow and sat down to catch her breath, taking a bite out of the white powder and smiling.
She saw Gordon standing around with a shovel and began forming the handful of snow into a nicely packed snowball. She wondered why the man would even bother doing work when that's what they did every other day of the week, she wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying, and the look on his face pretty much stated what he would like to be doing instead.
Elissa took another bite out of the nicely packed ball and slid back down to ground level, jogging over to the man and his shovel. She grabbed the shovel and replaced it with the snowball, made sure no one was within firing range and hurled the shovel into a nearby snowbank. Then she bent down and got another handful of snow and proceeded to shove it in the Sniper's face. She giggled and ran off toward the barn to join the others.
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