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Post by Eric on Sept 25, 2012 20:40:30 GMT -6
A day had passed since the invasion at the BLU base, and throughout that time she'd successfully managed to avoid the medic, something that actually turned out to be an easy task. Now after a late breakfast, Eric sat lounging on the couch in the common room staring at the ceiling and contemplating how to spend her day. The number of things to do at the base dwindled each day, and by today it seemed like there was almost nothing. Maybe she could convince one of her teammates that brought a car with them to let her borrow it. After all, trips into town always took up a whole day. Then again, it occured to her that, as far as she knew, none of her teammates brought cars.
She sighed and tore her gaze from the ceiling, instead choosing to scan the wall to her right. The little plant that she had used as a projectile looked quite dapper in it's shitty bowl on it's small table, she noticed. It also looked like it could use some water. Getting up, Eric headed into the kitchen and pulled a small cup out of a cabinet. As she turned the sink on and began to fill the glass, she thought, I really should make sure that thing gets water. Aside from Ian and I, it might be the only living thing in this base. With the glass full, she stepped back over to the bright green plant and began carefully pouring the water in. Maybe if I name it I'll remember to water it more often. ...What's a good name for a plant anyway? She tipped the glass upside-down to ensure that every drop of water was gone. Satisfied that the little plant looks sufficiently hydrated, she went to return the cup to the sink. As she set the glass next to the sink, Eric said aloud, "Florence. That's a good name."
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Post by darrentheengineer on Sept 26, 2012 17:44:15 GMT -6
"What are ya namin' now?" the Engineer pipes up from the kitchen table, newspaper open in front of him, mug of joe by his side. "Ya don't have another bird, now do ya? The boss-lady'd be gettin' mighty suspicious of us if we've got more pets 'n people 'round here..."
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Post by Ian on Sept 26, 2012 17:54:35 GMT -6
Shortly after, Ian appeared in the kitchen. He was still in his pajamas -- which was nothing too unflattering: a white t-shirt and BLU-colored drawstring pants. He had spent most of the night waking up at set time intervals to check himself for a concussion... and it probably showed. Rubbing one of his eyes, the young Medic slid over to the fridge and retrieved a bottled lemonade; anything to perk him up since he awoke later than usual.
Once he closed the fridge, Ian noticed Eric over by the sink and... an unfamiliar figure behind a newspaper at the table. Must be a teammate. I mean, who else would be here? They were chatting casually, but he hadn't picked up on what was going on yet.
"Uh, morning." He called to the two quietly, not knowing what else to say. He fiddled with the cap of his bottle until it removed itself with a small pop, then took a sip of the drink inside. The sourness of the lemonade invaded his mouth and... yeah this would definitely help wake him up.
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Post by Eric on Sept 26, 2012 18:12:51 GMT -6
A voice behind Eric made her spin around in surprise. "Woah- shit, hi." She hadn't even noticed the engineer sitting there. A+ job there, Eric, you win the "most likely to not see things" award. "Ah, no it's uh, not an animal..." Now she felt like even more of an idiot. What kind of self respecting person names a fucking plant. Well, her, but nobody needed to know that. "It's nothing, heh, just forget about it." She finished quickly. No hard feelings, Florence. I like you and all, but I don't want to be seen talking... wait you're a fucking plant you can't read my mind. Or can you? Oh god. She shook her head to rid herself of the ridiculous thoughts. No, it's a plant, plants don't think or read minds.
Eric leaned back against the sink and folded her arms. She opened her mouth to ask the engineer something, but stopped as Ian shuffled into the kitchen. "You look... like shit." She commented as she looked over the medic.
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Post by Ian on Sept 27, 2012 20:24:53 GMT -6
The Scout's remark made him grin. "It's... probably not as bad as it looks." Laughing awkwardly, he tried to reassure her. Sure, he definitely felt better than he did the day before, but he would still be sore for a while. He took another gulp of his lemonade and wrapped his arms around his back.
Speaking of Eric... He began to think for a second. Is she still upset with me from yesterday? She didn't seem like it, but he couldn't help but wonder. He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind though; it would be best to save asking her for later.
Then he remembered there was another presence in the room with them. Where'd his manners go? "...O-Oh, I'm sorry!" The Medic hadn't meant to disregard the older man... he was just caught up in thinking for a moment. He felt his face warm up. "I'm Ian. I'm the new guy-- I mean uh, the new Medic. Nice to meet you."
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Post by darrentheengineer on Sept 29, 2012 22:00:46 GMT -6
The Engineer tries not to eavesdrop, wasn't polite, but it's hard to ignore the exchange between the Scout and the...whoever this new fellow was. He occupies himself with wrestling the skillet from the cupboard and setting on the stove. His quest for the grits takes him past the newcomer, who colors in embarrassment as he stammers on an apology.
"No need to be apologizin', Doc. From wot Oi hear, 's lucky that you're alright. We need ya on the field, no bones about it!" He snickers a little at his own joke. "Nice to be meetin' you too. Name's Darren. Darren Caldwell."
He rummages in the refrigerator until he resurfaces with the butter, looking rather pleased with himself. "If ya'll are hungry, I can whip up some grits. An' if that don't make you feel better, Doc, you can hit the Dispenser. Had to leave the thing running last night to cycle out some bad ammo, but the good stuff'll still be floating around in the garage."
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Post by Ian on Sept 30, 2012 12:34:16 GMT -6
If it were any other day, Ian would have politely turned down the man's offer. Today, however, his head and stomach were waging a war on his ability to make decisions. The Medic took a few steps out of the middle of the kitchen to avoid getting in anyone's way. "Yeah... that sounds good -- if you're sure you don't mind." The man seemed nice enough not to care, but he always felt the need to get it affirmed anyway. "Thank you."
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Post by Eric on Sept 30, 2012 13:13:46 GMT -6
Eric observed the two silently. About time they had some decent people on the BLU team. She was beginning to worry nearly everyone on the team was going to be a jackass or a shut-in. "Hey, after you're done, Ian," she commented, fiddling with a strand of hair, "Care for a tour of the battlefield?"
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Post by Ian on Sept 30, 2012 14:56:53 GMT -6
Ian set his bottle on the counter near him and leaned against it. "Y-Yeah! That would be great, actually." He'd been meaning to do that himself for a few days now, but -- considering recent events -- he never got around to it. "...After I change, of course." Pointing at the bed clothes he was currently wearing, he chuckled a little.
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Post by darrentheengineer on Sept 30, 2012 18:18:02 GMT -6
The Engineer looks up from his skillet, turning back the heat as the water begins to bubble. "Ain't no problem at all, Doc. How 'bout you, little lady? Ya have breakfast yet this mornin'?
"An' not that it's any of my business," he continues, focusing on the thickening grits, "but what happened? Ya look like someone beat ya like a rented mule..."
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Post by Eric on Sept 30, 2012 18:25:47 GMT -6
She shook her head. "Nah, I'm good, made myself some breakfast earlier." Upon the engineers second question she groaned inwardly. That's right. The spy. Eric guessed it was going to be incredibly fun explaining that the both of them combined couldn't stop the spy from waltzing into their base and taking god knows what. She looked away from Darren sheepishly and mumbled, "Oh yeah, about that... there may or not been a bit of a security breach yesterdaaayyyy..." She trailed off.
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Post by Ian on Sept 30, 2012 19:52:54 GMT -6
Ian decided to pick up Eric's trail and continue for her. "RED's Spy, he, uh-- he snuck in yesterday to steal one of our files," He started, shuffling in place a bit. "I mean, I tried to stop him, but..." Now it was his turn to trail off. The Medic's expression turned to shame, and his gaze dropped to the floor.
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Post by darrentheengineer on Oct 2, 2012 15:37:25 GMT -6
The Engineer is silent for several moments, the clicking of the spoon against the skillet the only sound in the little kitchen. Fear, disappointment, and anger all clamor for his attention, pressure building behind his eyes, threatening a migraine. He forces out a long breath, reaching for his coffee mug, draining half the contents before he responds.
"Ya'll should've told me soon as it happened. Could've gotten up a Sentry or..." he sighs again, pressing the heel of his hand into his eyes.
"Wasn't your fault. That Spy's a sneaky son of a gun, an' ya did the best ya could." He takes the grits from the stove before they can burn, scooping them out into the plates. "Still," he muses, spooning a generous pat of butter onto each pile, "think I'm gonna have to rethink my defense strategy for the off-hours, hunh?" It was something of a hassle, so much easier to just power down his machines between battles, but if this RED wasn't going to play by the rules, neither was he.
"After breakfast, ya'll are gonna have to show me where he got in. I'll get a real nasty surprise up for his next visit."
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Post by Eric on Oct 2, 2012 15:52:39 GMT -6
Eric let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding until Darren replied. "To be honest, as far as I can tell," she said, rubbing her neck, "He just... walked right in the front door..." The more she thought back to the event, the more she realized just how lazy they've been with defense. Any member of the RED team could have just waltzed in and stolen files, and nobody would have even noticed. "...If it's any consolation though, I did lock the door last night."
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Post by Ian on Oct 3, 2012 19:35:22 GMT -6
Ian, eyes still on the floor, crossed his arms in thought. "He would've had to." He piped in bluntly, responding to Eric's first statement. "Why else would he make his way through our front door? I mean, if he had a safer way of getting in or out... wouldn't he have used that instead?" The Medic still hadn't been informed on what happened after he was knocked out before, but he was able to deduce enough from what he knew.
...It made sense to him, at least.
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