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Post by Eric on Oct 25, 2012 15:22:42 GMT -6
"Oh, thanks." Eric caught the rag out of the air and scrunched it into a ball in her hand. "Sounds like a plan," she replied, tossing the balled up rag between her hands idly, "If you wanna go get dressed, I could go whip up something in the kitchen." It occurred to her in the back of her mind that to retrieve her weapons for target practice would involve essentially looting them from her own body. Of course, in the heat of battle, your own deceased body is something easily ignored, but outside of fights it tended to be something harder to just push off to the side. Well, for Eric, at least.
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Post by Ian on Oct 26, 2012 11:26:20 GMT -6
"Sure." He replied while walking back to the desk. A quick swing of the hand shuffled the stock papers into a drawer and retrieved the vitamin bottle he'd left near the pens. "I'll try not to take long." He added as he left, probably accompanied by the sounds of pills shaking with his departure. Ian would head to his room, quickly change to something more... not pajamas, and probably meet his teammate in the commons.
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Post by Eric on Oct 26, 2012 13:56:32 GMT -6
Eric eagerly followed him out, but passed him and headed toward the kitchen. Actual friendly quality time with a teammate. She'd managed to do it quite well. at least, she thought so. Oh well, the day was still young, plenty of time left for her to fuck up. With that less than encouraging thought in mind, she set about getting the supplies for their lunches.
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Post by Ian on Oct 26, 2012 17:24:02 GMT -6
It only took Ian a few minutes to follow suit, even with the detour to his own room to change into more suitable clothing. He swung around the kitchen corner just as Eric had finished gathering up... whatever it was she decided they were going to eat.
"So... what's on the menu?" He asked, granting himself access to the room. The young man didn't really care what she responded with, as long as it made his stomach happy. Which, at this point, wouldn't be a very hard feat to accomplish. Skipping breakfast was most definitely not one of his best ideas, even though it was nice to be done with work this early in the day. He slid across the floor and lobbed his previous vitamin bottle -- now empty -- into the garbage.
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Post by Eric on Oct 26, 2012 19:40:36 GMT -6
A pot nearly filled to the brim with water sat on the stove, bubbles occasionally rising to the surface. Near by on the counter a bag of bread and container of sliced meat sat open, along with two plates set side by side. Eric had her back turned to Ian as he entered, busy rummaging through a cabinet.
She swung her head around when Ian spoke, a box of noodles in one hand. "Sandwiches," she replied, moving toward the stove and setting the noodles next to the boiling water, before turning her attention to the meat and bread, "And mac 'n cheese, maybe. I've never made it by hand before, so I dunno how that'll turn out."
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Post by Ian on Oct 26, 2012 21:08:17 GMT -6
"Uh, anything I can help with?" He offered as he looked over the items she'd laid out. To be honest, Ian didn't know squat about preparing food beyond the simpler things, so he didn't know how much use he'd actually be. But after her assistance in the ward, he felt like he owed her. Well, that... and she was making food for him too. That also played a big part in it.
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Post by Eric on Oct 26, 2012 21:16:07 GMT -6
She shrugged and gestured at the pot on the stove. "I dunno, put the noodles in when it's boiling I guess? Not a whole lot to do," Eric replied. As she spoke, one sandwhich was already done and sitting on a plate. She pulled two more slices of bread out of the bag and set to work once more, glancing at the water occasionally. "Course, by the time we finish that, we'll probably of gotten hungry and eaten the sandwhiches."
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Post by Ian on Oct 27, 2012 0:20:14 GMT -6
"Maybe." He responded with a laugh. Peeking over the stove, Ian glanced into the pot of water. "Not enough bubbles for the noodles yet." Thankfully, he'd been through enough lab courses to at least be able to tell what boiled water looked like. Deciding to take Eric's latest words as a warning, the Medic took a few steps off to the side of the kitchen -- thoughts suggesting that if he wasn't so close to the food, he wouldn't be tempted to eat any until it was fully prepared.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Because the smell totally wasn't alluring enough.
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Post by Eric on Oct 27, 2012 13:32:52 GMT -6
Both plates now were adorned with sandwiches, with Eric starting to retie the bread bag. She glaced over to the pot as she worked, confirming what Ian had said. "Well, damn. Should have started on the sandwiches later. Oh well." With the bread and meat in hand, she moved to put both away. "Y'know I've been meaning to ask," she said as she opened, "you probably said when you arrived, but, did you transfer from another base, or is this your first one?"
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Post by Gothikalea on Oct 28, 2012 21:15:03 GMT -6
Just as John approached the base, the sun was already high in the sky and he judged it was midday. He had a queasy feeling of unease and nervousness in his stomach, as he did at every new reassignment. He would be meeting new people, making new friends, learning new things - as well as acquiring new enemies, although he really didn't like to think about the latter.
The memories of one RED Spy was enough.
John put his handle on the handle of the door, about to push -- he was stopped, however, by a distinct, broken
Meow.
He frowned.
Meow, he heard again, fainter; and took a few steps towards the sound, more sure of the direction this time. He spotted a small damaged, frail kitten, no bigger than the length of his hand. There was no evidence of a mother or the rest of a litter; it was a sad, strange sight, all alone by itself in the middle of nowhere.
"Watcha doin' here?" he asked quietly, kneeling and picking it up. The kitten gave another broken meow before trembling and closing its eyes. John smiled and petted the kitten gingerly, rubbing his own nose a bit to keep from sneezing. He put the kitten in one of the pockets of his tool belt - it was lucky that the kitten was small enough to fit, because he already had enough to hold, what with his toolbox and all.
It was also lucky because he didn't know whether or not the new people would accept a new pet, and he sure as heck wasn't about to leave a poor defenseless kitten out in the middle of somewhere he was sure it would die.
As he walked into the base with the kitten in tow, he gulped as he realized that he hadn't the faintest idea of where to go or what to do. His only hope was that someone was here who could help him.
"H...Howdy? Anyone 'dere?"
His voice echoed throughout the hallway.
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Post by Ian on Oct 29, 2012 0:07:05 GMT -6
Ian perked up upon processing the inquiry, tearing himself away from thoughts about ingesting anything -- for the moment.
"Uh... nope." He started to respond, scratching the back of his head. "This is the first time I've ever done anything like... well, this." Was the fact that he was new to the whole 'mercenary' thing not completely obvious? It seemed that way to him, anyway -- which left him slightly surprised that she had to ask. Then again, Eric hadn't seen him on the battlefield yet, which... might explain why.
Then the Medic began to feel internal dread welling up in the pit of his stomach. The fact that nothing else occupied the organ only made room for more of it. Maybe target practice wasn't the best idea for him. At least not until he improved on his own.
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Post by Eric on Oct 29, 2012 14:00:26 GMT -6
"Heh, guess I coulda figure-" A different voice caught her attention and she paused. Without even thinking, Eric poked her head in the living room and was met by a stout man with bags in tote holding a kitten. She had to admit, that was unexpected. Stepping further into the room she waved slighty to him, "Uh, hey there dude. You a new teammate or somethin?"
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Post by Gothikalea on Oct 29, 2012 19:01:42 GMT -6
He smiled warmly at the sight of the skinny girl; her class reminded him of familiar territory, and so despite his initial unease, he tipped his construction hat politely.
"That's right, ma'am. I'm your new Engineer. Care to show an old man the ropes?"
He then paused slightly and looked down at the kitten in his pocket.
"Y'all don't mind, do ya?"
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Post by Ian on Oct 30, 2012 0:27:32 GMT -6
Ian heard the voice too, but initially didn't look. Eric was closer anyway, and something like that was just a one-person job. Once he heard the unknown man claim to be their new Engineer, the young man's brown-haired noggin poked out in his direction too. It was kind of strange -- usually they get informed of new recruits coming in... but the Medic hadn't heard anything about this one. That might've been his fault, though.
When the newcomer's eyes moved down to his side, Ian's followed. They met the gaze of a small pocketed kitten, and he was instantly infatuated with it. "N-No! Of course not!" He spoke quickly as he stepped from the kitchen to get a closer look.
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Post by Eric on Oct 30, 2012 4:26:13 GMT -6
It took Eric all of her willpower not to instantly jump forward and start cuddling the kitten he pointed to. God that little fucker was cute as hell. And it was squirming around in a pocket too. That made it even more adorable. "Oh, uh," she tore her gaze away from the cat and looked back to the engineer, "Yeah, sure, I doubt anyone will care, I have pets in my room too. I'm pretty sure if the company cared they would have said something by now."
She lifted a hand and held it out to the man, adding, "I'm Eric, by the way."
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