{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

[Phone]

[netidol-chiu.livejournal.com]

Well for starters it's a phone, and secondly you're in a town called Mayfield.

Re: [Phone]

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Yes, I know it iz a phone. Zhe question vhas rhetorical.

Mayfield? Vhat else can you tell me?

Re: [Phone]

[netidol-chiu.livejournal.com]

It's a town stuck in the 50's, and it's supposed to be "perfect", everyone here has been kidnapped by someone.

As unrealistic and horror movie like it seems it's real sadly...

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.

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?

D

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Still in uniform, Scout all loud and laughing as usual. He doesn't even see Medic at first, just plops down in a nearby barstool and starts yammering with other people in the bar.]

Re: D

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

[Oh, what's this? Someone has snagged your issued pistol and is inspecting it, as if that is totally not questionable.]

Hm. Old model. Zhey trust you with a badge?

[No need for introductions. Even if the Scout is RED, they know each other.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

What the f--

[Ohshit]

Hey! When tha hell did you get here? An' gimme that back.

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Just today.

[Not even looking at you, Scooter. Nor is he handing over that gun until he knows which side you're on.]

If zhey trust you vith a gun, zhey vill give you a new one. You should keep a better hold of it.

Assuming school = high school

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(So guess who works as a janitor and has heard the Medic make a commotion?

All of this mess will be restored by tomorrow, but the Sniper still doesn't like the idea of anyone disrupting his illusion of order. Plus, he doesn't know if you're RED or BLU yet, so he's just going to stand in the doorway with his arms crossed and wait for the Medic to notice someone dressed as a RED Sniper.)

it does! high scool bio/lb director. herp. :[

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

[It never takes Medic long to notice Red. He straightens from where he was testing obviously dull scalpels, completely nonchalant about the whole thing.]

How many of us are here?

[The wording is intentionally ambiguous.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(The wording causes him to suspect BLU, but he won't comment.)

Not enough t' get a war going, but th' BLU Spoi acts loike a roight bastard anyway and th' BLU Pyro is itching t' set things on foire.

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Zhey vere hired for zheir talents, you know. You cannot expect zhem to simply give zhem up out of uniform.

[He smiles, but it's not a particularly pleasant expression.]

It vas never var to me. Only business.

b.

[hotfrombehind.livejournal.com]

[Looks like some crazy fucker is trying to slice open the drones. That's hilarious. Pyro approaches him with a grin.] Pissed at them already? What'd the fuckers do?

Re: b.

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he's only doing a little cutting, though it is the Medic... he doesn't even look up from his victim, who is berating him in a very displeased manner about the slice in his arm, even as he addresses the speaker.]

I assume you are not vhone of zhem? Zhey do not even fight back, zhough I have yet to kill vhone. Zhis is merely testing.

[hotfrombehind.livejournal.com]

No, 'course I'm not one of them. They talk funny-- you know, "Howdy neighbor! Isn't it a nice day?" and all that kinda shit.

Testing? What for, to see if they fucking bleed or something?

[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.

[action, d!]

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

[Thor has very quickly come to hate beer. Sure, they brewed it on Midgard when he knew it best, but it's just not the same. He hates it first and foremost because it's not mead, and because in this town it will never be mead, and he hates it because it's not even good beer.

But, as it's the only familiar thing in this tavern (not counting the ale, which he thinks so weak as to be unworthy of the name), he's drinking it anyway. And he's drinking in quantities and at a speed that belie how little he's enjoying it - is this his sixth? His tenth? His fifteenth? Who knows? He sure as hell doesn't look drunk.]

YEA

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

You have quite zhe tolerance.

[Medic's beer is only slightly touched. It's not nearly as good as he's used to. The statement, however, is meant as a compliment.]

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

[Thor gives a discontented grunt.] They have never tasted beer in this place! I would as well drink water. [But he gives the Medic half a grin, to let him know his annoyance isn't directed at him. No man should shun company in a tavern, after all.]

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Zhey have never tasted anyzhing. Zhey vould not know variety if it spat on them, zhough zhey may mistake zhe spit for alcohol.

[He drinks anyway. What the hell. KINDRED SPIRITS.]

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?

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.]

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?

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Zhe town's custody.

[Verdammt, there's not anything he needs here. Instead, he'll just question this... person. When had she gotten here, again? He must have been too frantic to hear her footsteps.]


Who are you und vhere am I? Und how do I find my Medigun?!