Who: Civilian and BLU Spy
Where: The roof.
When: September 20th
What: The suits have a discussion about Spy's behavior.


( You tell her, Pinstripes... )

Who: BLU Soldier, RED Medic, and Civilian.
Where: Commonroom?
When: September 6th
What: Ay, there's the rub.


( Shufflin' off this mortal coil... )

Who: BLU Spy, RED Soldier, and anyone else.
Where: The vault, just after a slim victory
When: September 8th
What: A little disagreement, that's all.


( A pair of sore winners... )

Who: Civilian and BLU Soldier
Where: Upgrade Shop
When: July 14th
What: Soldier finally does his patriotic duty and learns to capitalism.


( COMMERCE... )

Who: Starts with Solly and Dan, anyone can join.
Where: Just outside the base.
When: July 3rd
What: A certain grumpy maggot needs to do something.

(  Another day under the blistering sun, another day fighting tin cans, another day waiting for something to happen in between fights. )

Who: Civilian, Open
Where: Just outside of HQ
When: Late Morning - end of June
What: Civy goes through his mail and finds something rather disheartening. People can then poke at him.


So far removed from any major city, and with carriers often prevented from delivering due to sudden onsets of highly inconvenient robot attacks, the mail did not always arrive to the mercenaries in Coal Town with any great regularity. When it did come, the Civilian was always quite eager to greet it, standing with a cordial smile on his face as the driver, nervously gripping their steering wheel on the approach to their base while their eyes frantically searched for anything metallic and mobile, came rumbling along down the bumpy dirty road. The mail was often a welcome diversion, a healthy source of news from the rest of the world, and perhaps most importantly, it was a primary line of communication for Civy and his job.

( On this particular day... )

Who: RED and BLU Soldiers + audience? maybe
When: 5/19, 0600 hours
Where: The Vault

At six AM sharp that morning, however reluctantly, the former RED Engineer trudged across the hard-packed earth toward the Vault. His helmet straps jounced listlessly against his unshaven cheeks. Only half his collar was turned up. The other half sagged listlessly against his shoulder, along with the butt of his rocket launcher. He had to pause periodically to rub his eyes, with the air of somebody who dearly wished he hadn't skipped his morning coffee in his haste to get dressed.

But he was there, he figured, despite the fact that he could barely see the ground in front of him. And at this hour, that was what counted, right?

Letting out an impressive yawn, he rounded the last corner and glanced around for his teacher, all but certain the lunatic BLU had made it there before him.