Who: Red Scout, Red Solider
When: August 29th, Morning
Where: Kitchen
What: Talking and Cooking.

( Kitty goes where? )

Who: BLU Medic and anyone else
Where: Common Room
What: Cleaning up the common room, since he got tired of cleaning the ward over and over and over...
When: Pretend it's the weekend already

The common room stank of lemons. In this way, it smelled utterly perfect to the medic on his hands and knees scrubbing at the floor with a hard bristled brush. Having cleaned the entirety of his ward repeatedly from top to bottom and had no medical emergencies in the past week (he could have cried from joy), he'd forced himelf to actually leave and do something useful. Cleaning up the common room so it could be used by the rest of the base occupants seemed useful, so here he was.

His back aches, his knees were sore, but he was smiling. He felt like he was doing something useful. Something better than being cooped up inside his ward being alone and depressed. It would be even better if someone else showed up to chat while he worked, or perhaps even to help...