{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.

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.]

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.)

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?

[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.]

Re: [Phone]

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

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

Mayfield? Vhat else can you tell me?

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.]

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.]

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.

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.]

[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.

[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.]

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

[YEAAAAAAH. Thor will raise a glass to that. And then try not to pull a face when he drinks from it.]

They could give me enough to drown in, and it would not be enough! [Thank goodness someone agrees, the drones all seem to love this stuff and it was genuinely beginning to bother him.] What are you called, friend?

[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?

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...

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

What the f--

[Ohshit]

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

[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]

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.

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

I am not called friend very often. Mostly I am called Medic, over and over and over and over again.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Ya gonna steal a gun from a cop, pally? Want me to arrest ya?

[gotyourbones.livejournal.com]

Arrest me? Vith vhat?

Maybe ve can talk instead. Vhy in the vorld are you dressed like zhat?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He pulls out his handcuffs from around his belt, and twirls them around his finger.] Hey, I got some authority 'round here, ya know. [Obvious lie is obvious.]

Cuz if I don't go around actin' like I give a crap about this job, I'll get droned. An' that's even worse than bein' a pig.

[richtighammer.livejournal.com]

And is that your name?