{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

[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.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

No, but we've got bigger thing t' worry about than each other. But there's no changing some blokes, I suppose.

(He's too used to Medic's shark grin to be bothered by it.)

Same 'ere, Doc.

Did you get briefed about 'ow this place works yet?

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Nods.)

Yeah.

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Vhell.

[Have another creepy grin.]

Ve shall take zhis place apart, zhen. If zhey want to experiment, zhen I also vhant to experiment.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Wonders if he should set up a betting pool of how long it'd take for the Medic to end up droned.)

Well, I usually promise moi Medic 'e can 'ave first dibs if I ever end up droned, but I'm sure you've already gotten bored with cutting those open.

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Not qvite. I plan on taking vone apart, finding out vhat is different. Going to zhe core. I doubt it vould protest much.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Shrugs again.)

Probably not.