{01} you let me in your house with a hammer

[gotyourbones]

[phone]

Vhell. Vhat is zhis?

[A rather calm call from someone who just spent a good hour or so tearing apart most of the interior of 504 Ricardo St. looking for any hint of his things but especially his Medigun. That is prized technology dammit and losing it(or worse, having it stolen) is unforgivable.

His call, though, doesn't really communicate that.]

I just have a few simple qvestions for anyvhone hospitable enough to provide. I can be qvite civil myself, you know.

[Wait, that has to be clarified from the start? And why does his tone indicate that he'd much rather be eviscerating someone?]

[action]

[a. Closed except for housemates. Medic is either tearing all of your shit up or not giving any fucks about the mess and digging through the pantry, depending on when you show up.]

[b. Around town! Screwing around with the drones(they don't fight back when cut! Also he got a knife somewhere), checking out what kinds of birds they have at the pet store, inspecting the park, getting thrown out of the hospital for trying to steal medical supplies... usual first day in town stuff. There is a curious lack of color-coordinated destruction, so for the moment he's more concerned with where he is than anything else.]

[c. If anyone has any reason to be at the school during the summer, Medic seems to have figured out what his job is supposed to be and is familiarizing himself with the school labs and classrooms. He is clearly disappointed with what's being provided, because he's trashed about half of it. There will probably be another trip to the hospital soon, this time a bit more sneaky-like.]

[d. The tavern has a very disappointing selection of alcohol, but Medic will soldier on regardless. Besides, everyone knows that bars are where you go for sensitive information from shady characters.]

Comments

a; MEET YOUR NOT!DAUGHTER

[miraculous]

[Are you really tearing up things in her room?

There's no bed in it, by the way, just a fancy table and tea set, with various outfits in the closet.

And she is teleporting in.]

Yes?

Re: [Phone]

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

...Zhat does sound exceedingly ridiculous, yes. I am not inclined to believe you, but I vhill give you a chance to convince me.

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Tell me about being droned.

[No, Medic does not believe you have any sort of authority here. Sorry, bro, you brought handcuffs to a gunfight. And he's not happy with the beer at all.]

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Not thoroughly. Vhat can you tell me?

[He's measuring everyone's claims, deciding whether to go with "someone is playing a joke" or with "okay suddenly everything is bizarre." RED or not, Medic doubts this Sniper would bring a grudge or agenda from inside work to out of it. BLU's wouldn't.]

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Zhat is funny? It just seems dull.

[Medic turns around, then cants his head slightly to the side. Well, that's odd.]

Only testing vhat they vill tolerate. I have not had much time for it yet.

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Zhere are very few vith cause to know my name. Maybe you vill someday, maybe you von't, but I don't lead vith it. It isn't anyzhing personal.

Vhat may I call you?

HELLO 8D

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

[Well, the tea set has been carefully preserved, and the table was left alone once it was determined to contain nothing interesting and not be on top of a trap door.]

Nein! Do not "yes" me, simply tell me vhere zhe gun is!

[The German mercenary doctor searching through the young girl's clothes closet is too busy being frantic to bother with not being creepy.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

It's a pain in tha ass, it's creepy, an' if it happens ya might not ever come out of it.

Re: HELLO 8D

[miraculous]

[They're primarily Gothic Lolita style clothes. There isn't anything else of note in the closet.]

In the town's custody, I presume. Do you make a habit of searching girls' closets?

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(He disseminates the same information as in the pamphlet (http://buildstherobots.livejournal.com/12857.html), glossing over the post office with a brief "don't trust that place one bit".)

...and that pretty much covers it.

[hotfrombehind.livejournal.com]

It is funny. At least, compared to the other fuckers around here.

Yeah, guess you just got here, right? You got that look about you. Well, drones don't do nothing, they just stand around and play the role the damn city gives them. Fucking stupid. And damn creepy. Kind like how you're fucking with them now. That's real fucking creepy, but-- [He pauses and squints at Medic's face.] Hey, what's your name?

Re: [Phone]

[netidol-chiu.livejournal.com]

I really don't don't know how to convince you other than saying. You're in a house with a family not of your own and you most likely have a job you didn't have yesterday.

That's something strange and completely unrealistic yes?

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

...

Zhat is not very helpful.

[Come on, Scout. Come on.]

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

And zhis is everyzhing you know?

[It generally matches up with what he's heard from others, so whatever's going on, it's thorough enough. Consistent. Are we playing this game? Because Medic can play this game.]

I CAN POST AGAIN oh god

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

You vouldn't know it.

[Keeping his head tilted, Medic stares for a moment more, then closes one eye and lifts his thumb up to about eye level. This seems to clear up whatever was confusing him, at least, because he shakes it off with a rather unsettling grin.]

I'm not creepy. I'm curious. Zhere is a difference.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Nods.)

Yeah.

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

I hope one day to have the honor! [Hey, he goes by his title half the time, he can't really fault the guy.]

I am Thor Odinsson. Called many things, but my name will do. [He's kind of started giving up hope that people will know him by name here - it's happened infrequently enough. But there's still that glimmer of hope...]

[hotfrombehind.livejournal.com]

Probably not, since I don't know a shitload of people, but still, there's something real fucking familiar about you-- including the whole fucking cutting up people thing. [He puts a hand over his heart, squinting his eyes at Medic.] You like doves?

Didn't say you were creepy, haven't seen enough of you to determine that yet. Still, cutting people open is creepy, even if it's just to satisfy your fucking curiosity.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Hasn't anyone explained anythin' to ya since ya got here?

Re: [Phone]

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

I have not heard anyzhing about a new job. I vas excellent at my old vone.

[Phone]

[netidol-chiu.livejournal.com]

What was your old job ?

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

...As in, vith zhe hammer?

[Medic even makes a little hammering motion with one hand, as though it may be unclear what he's talking about for some reason.]

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Nein. Much as I hate to admit, informing me falls to you.

[It's a bit of a lie, as he's been marginally filled in and has pieced together some things on his own, but Medic still wants to see what the Scout has to say.]

Are you RED or BLU?

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

I vould disagree.

[Where did that knife go? He's lacing his fingers together, so he can't possibly stab anyone with it right now.]

To be creepy is to cause vone to be unsettled or afraid, and I vould expect far better of you. Are you RED or BLU?

[hotfrombehind.livejournal.com]

BLU. [He squints again, but Medic's question confirms his guess.] And it does unsettle me a bit, considering we're not on the goddamn battlefield right now. What about you, RED or BLU?