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

[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.]

Threaded | Flat

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

[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.]

(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.)

[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?

[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.]

[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?

[Phone]

D

Assuming school = high school

b.

[action, d!]

a; MEET YOUR NOT!DAUGHTER