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Who: RED Medic and Sniper
When: During common room shenanigans then goes on into the night
Where: Common room < Med Bay
Notes: Everyone saw it was getting weird in the common room so then Medic and I took it to a IM chat.

We'll start it off from here since this was when everything got separate in the chatroom. ScoutxScout and EngiexEngie EVERYWHERE :B SO LETS HAVE SOME MEDICXSNIPAH... lol no.

Medic (12:00:19 AM): ... *draaaaaaaaggggggs off*

Sniper (12:01:43 AM): -Is it a bad thing thats his foaming at the mouth now? perhaps too much tranq 8D?-

Medic (12:02:15 AM): *stares* Scheisse! *tosses him ontop of an operating table and starts digging through supply drawers*

Sniper (12:03:18 AM): -rolls over, still foaming and drooling- Mrrff... dont.. touch... -gurrrgggllleee-

Medic (12:03:58 AM): *injects some other mysterious thing that'll hopefully stop the freakish rabies-like foaming*

Sniper (12:05:17 AM): -continues to gurgle and foam until it bubbles away leaving normal drool... if by normal you mean blue in color-

Medic (12:05:24 AM): ..................................................

Medic (12:05:56 AM): *too busy flipping the fuck out trying to find a cure*

RED Scout (12:06:00 AM): (( SNIPER'S BEEN CHEATING ON SPY WITH ONE O THEM BLU'S!))
Medic (12:06:19 AM): [O SHIT]
Sniper (12:06:39 AM): ((DAMNIT ENGIE THEY KNOW NOW))
BLU Engy (12:06:49 AM): ((Secret's out. Sorry, RED.))
RED Scout (12:06:59 AM): (( ........ D:

Sniper (12:08:47 AM): -Snorts, hiccups and sits up, dribbling blu from the crack of his mouth- ... Wha 'appened? -wipes his mouth- ... WHAT THE BLOOD FUNKIN ELL!?

Medic (12:08:54 AM): SNIPER!

Sniper (12:09:05 AM): WHAT!? What did you do to me, doc!?! I told you shootin me up with that crazy german shit was no good! I NEVAH NEEDED A DOCTOR! -Spits into his hand... yeap, saliva is blue alright- What is this?!

Medic (12:09:57 AM): I believe zere are too many chemicals in your system right now.

Medic (12:10:02 AM): Ve must do a flush.

Sniper (12:10:11 AM): A what!?

Medic (12:10:51 AM): *pulling a rather unused-looking tube out of the closet* Ja.

Sniper (12:12:24 AM): -wipes his hand clean on his pants- Erm.. shouldn I sign somethin first? -gets off the table and inches towards the door-

Medic (12:14:11 AM): Nein. Now, zere are a few vays to do zis. If you vould razer do it ze old school vay und puke your guts up all over ze toilet, zat is an option. Or... zere is ze stomach pump. Eizer vay, I vould not recommend having all zose chemicals in you at once!

Sniper (12:15:09 AM): Id ratha 'ave the chemicals... -jiggles the door handle- Good lord get me outta 'ere!

Medic (12:16:30 AM): Do not move around too much, Sniper!

Sniper (12:18:17 AM): Listen, doc, I aint pukin up! Its NOT gonna 'appen! -jiggles the door more, PELASE someone save him! Or gonna have to get tranq'd again-

Medic (12:20:46 AM): *steps closer to Sniper* Come on, kamerad, you are acting like a baby.

Sniper (12:23:52 AM): -Whines and backs into a corner- Fergetit, doc!! -GOD where the hell was his kukri when he needed it!??-

Medic (12:31:32 AM): *getting impatient with Sniper and grabs him, then throws him back on the operating table* Calm down!

Sniper (12:33:51 AM): -Wishes he had his hat- ID LIKE TA CALM DOWN IF IT WEREN' FER YER CREEPY GERMAN WAYS!

Medic (12:35:41 AM): *straps him to the table 8)*

Sniper (12:36:28 AM): EY WHA?!? -struggles like crazy- YER CRAZY, MAN! HEELP! HELP ME!

Medic (12:36:41 AM): ... SNIPER. I am not going to tell you again to relax.

Sniper (12:38:16 AM): Yer insane, do you know that!? YER BLOODY LOONEY! -Tosses and turns trying to get free but cant :(-

Medic (12:40:21 AM): *preparing a less potent tranq*

Sniper (12:41:39 AM): Wha cha doin there?! What ya gonna stab me wit now, mate!?! --struggles less and less now just panting like a caught animal-

Medic (12:54:26 AM): *injects the tranq once again* ...

Sniper (12:55:26 AM): BLOODYBUGGERINPIECEO-of... -slowly calms down, breathing going to normal and just slumps against the table- ...y-yer a looney

Medic (12:56:26 AM): Zat's better. I suppose now is ze time for ze... insertion. *hoists tube up to Sniper's mouth*

Sniper (12:58:30 AM): -chokes and gags, straining to breath through his nose properly as the tube snakes down his throat-

Medic (12:58:52 AM): *smiles at him* Sehr gut...

Sniper (1:01:26 AM): -squirms and groans from the plastic raking his insides, even starting to tear up as he tries to curse the medic out only to cough and choke more-

Medic (1:03:39 AM): *hooks the tube up to the container thingy and begins the rather disgusting process... although he seems to be enjoying it*

Sniper (1:05:22 AM): -Groans, writhing in pain as the tube starts to suck away the contents of his stomach, having to feel the hot fuilds travel back up the tube and across the room to the machine-NNrrrgg

Medic (1:06:38 AM): *pats him on the forehead* It vill be over soon, kamerad... heh...





VISUAL AID FOR YOU CRAZY BITCHES

Sniper wants to turns his head away from Medic's petting gloved hand, coughing back his tears past that disgusting tube in his mouth, throat and gut but he can't. Eyes darting around the room, he focuses on the closet trying to ignore the pain.

Medic glances over at the container. It's nearly full, but the sadistic part of him wants to keep the tube stuck down there just a bit longer. The collected smile from before turns into a grin at Sniper's struggling, and he just mutters something - "Ja, fast getan," as his finger hovers over the button to turn the machine off.

The doctors twisted sounding german causes him to slowly turn his head to face him. God, how the tube was burning his throat, he'd give anything to just guzzle down a gallon of water but there was that sneaky feeling the doctor wouldn't let him. His eyes cloudy from his tears, Sniper glares at Medics teasing hand, 'Jus press it already!'.

And then it's off, suddenly, and he's tearing the tube roughly, not attempting gentleness of any sort. Saliva coats the tube and he eyes it distastefully, letting it drip down on the front of Sniper's vest before unhooking it and taking the container over to the sink. "Vhat a mess," he sneers, seemingly on the verge of laughter.

Free to breathe again! He gasps inhaling the air like a fish returning to water, not caring at this point about the mess of his own vomit all over his clothes. "Yer... a sick bastard..", he chokes, turning toward the tabletop to cough.

He dumps the container in the sink and lets the crap drain out, then turns back around. "Zis could all have been avoided if you just cooperated a bit more, kamerad," he sighs, crossing his arms. It's then he remembers Sniper is still strapped down, and he smirks. "Perhaps I should make up for all zose days you ran, hmm?"

Licking his dry lips, he peers over towards Medic, trying to put together what he said, "Ran..? W-wha are you talkin 'bout?" and then it hit him. he still never got his 'check up' the doctor wanted and now.. he was stuck. "No, please doc.. Ya jus bloody sucked mah gut dry, wha moar do ya want?"

He advances on Sniper, heading back toward him, leaning rather menacingly over the table. "Are you really zat scared?" he asks, clearly amused by Sniper's panic. "Just a few shots is all, really. Zey are for your own good, too. You vant to be healthy, ja?"

"I was 'ealthy until ya funked me up!", suddenly having the strength to growl, what with his captor within reach. Struggling against his straps he nudges ever so slightly to try and take a bite at Medics arm, finger, elbow, anything! "Now let me go, ya krout!"

This just cracks him up, and he backs up, giggling insanely at Sniper. "You are so animalistic sometimes, kamerad," he replies between laughs, "perhaps you should not spend so much time in zat nest, ja?" And then he returns to the side and undoes one of the arm straps, boredly.

He lies against the table, tense, just waiting for the straps to fall and once he feels he has enough room, he sits up, taking a swing at Medic, "Ya looney krout funker!", he snarls just wanting to rip the doctor apart.

Medic manages to dodge the swing by just a half inch, then he scurries backward. Okay, maybe he shouldn't have undone the straps just yet... "Uh, relax, kamerad!" he says a bit nervously, wondering where the hell he put his bonesaw. Just in case. "Don't do somezing stupid, ja?"

"Stoopid?! Ya wanna know what was stoopid, mate?!", the last of the straps undone and tossed aside, he hops off the table and takes some stumbling steps towards Medic. His stomach burned horribly from whatever acid was left, and gurgled as it curled in on itself, causing him to slump down to his knees. "GGaaahh, goddamnit!"

His hand had been on one of the desks, ready to pull out some sharp thing in the event that Sniper went berserker on his ass, but seeing the man collapse he stood up straight once again. "Hmf. Zat was not smart." Medic reached down and grabbed Sniper's chin in one gloved hand, turning it upward and studying his face. "You are basically starving right now. Vould you like to, again, calm down and remedy zis?"

Arms wrapped tight over his stomach, he glares up Medic only for a moment, he couldn't bare to look at him. He yanks his face away from that gloved hand and curls up on the floor, flinching and groaning to the sounds and pains of his aching stomach. "Ya.. fine.."

"Oh come on, get up," the German said suddenly playfully, nudging him with a boot. "I von't strap you down zis time. Let me get an IV set up." And he strolled back over to the chair, producing one of the long metal stands and a bag which he began to fill with fluid. "I vouldn't suggest eating anyzing solid for a few hours... come here, zis vill only be about ten minutes."

".. Twisted funker.", he hisses, rolling over onto his hands and knees, finding his footing as he stands his height, turns and makes his way across the room, plopping down into the chair. "So.. which arm then?"

Medic grabbed the left one, it was closer. He extended it out and rubbed a peroxide-soaked cotton ball on the inner elbow, then tapped it lightly. There was a vein. Slid the needle of the drip in and secured it with a bit of medical tape. "Zat should do it. Von't be long." A grin.

Staring off across the room, he kept his arm straight and flat against his lap. Was this all some sort of sick punishment? What the hell did he do wrong to deal with a wack job like Medic? He shot peoples brains out as a job, thats what he was here for, it couldn't be that, could it? "Yah great..", was all he could muster up, again not even wanting to look at the german beside him.

"Zat is fantastic, Sniper, keep it up!" he cried, pleased that the Aussie wasn't flailing around at the procedure like he was wont to do. So Medic turned and rummaged through a desk, then pulled out a teeny little generic brand lollipop and tossed it at him. "Zere, zat is for not acting ridiculous. Heheh."

Sniper glances down at the lolli in his lap, "You gotta be shittin' me..", he snarled and flicked the candy away with his unparalyzed arm. While his eyes where down there, he looked over the IV in his arm, following the tube up to the bag and watching the drip. ".. So whats the plan then?"

"Vait." Sooo they waited, lalala, Medic screwed around with some more supplies and then it was ready to be taken out. He pulled it, gently for once, back into the open and then hurriedly secured a bandage over the exit point. "Zere, all better. Alzough, again, nozing solid for a few hours, ja?"

"Dont worry 'bout that..", he rubs at the bandaid, testing the sensitivity. Yeah, it stung but he was feeling just a tad more back to normal then he was the ten minutes ago.. Not to mention more self aware. Looking down at his shirt he sucked his teeth finally remembering there was drying puke all over him. "Right.. Anythin' else need ta be stabbed inta me before I'm free again, doc? Not that I don't totally enjoy these tea parties n all..", sarcasm with a aussie accent~

Putting the stand back in the closet, he glanced over - "Nein, kamerad... unless you vant?" he just grinned even wider, looking pretty terrifying at that. Oh, yes, he had tons of things to stab Sniper with. But he wasn't so sadistic toward his own team, at least, he tried not to be. It only worked occasionally.

Oh that didn't sound good but he took a shot at it, "Whatever it takes for me not ta come back in 'ere again for a long time, doc..", Sniper grumbled, as he was peeling away his dirty vest and shirt; the vest needed the be slowly hand washed, leather, the shirt didn't matter, not like he didn't have four more in the dresser in his room.

"... Really, kamerad." His eyes just lit the fuck up at that statement, it was almost like Sniper was inviting him to get jabbed up with needles. "Oh... but only if you're okay vith it und von't run off again~" he replied, almost cheerfully. "You need to get zat shirt off at least."

"Ya really, doc.. Jus'.. fill me up with.. whatever that ya need ta check off in that medical file of yers...", he still didn't look at Medic, he kept his eyes down at his boots as his balls up his shirt and tosses it towards the door, his vest he handled with more care, folding it then setting it aside.

Looking distastefully at the clothes, he heads over and just kicks them outside, then shuts the door again. "Zere should not be any filth in zis room," he chides, then eyes Sniper up. "Hm. I could have sworn you vere due for ze spring vaccination und flu shot. So sit back down," he motioned toward the chair which had been getting a lot of attention tonight.

And so he did, slumping back into the chair, even leaning back into backrest, listening to the joints squeek as it carried his weight, "Fine.. whatever ya want.. I swear if I get sick and die out 'ere, yer arse is gonna be on wanted posted in every town in the N.A, ya funkwit..", he growled under his breath as he glared daggers at Medic.

"You really zink I vill let you die, kamerad?" he asked mildly, preparing yet another shot. This time the syringe was quite big, and he squirted it a bit as it was filled to release trapped air before heading back. "Nein, your safety is of ze utmost importance." Lowered the needle and wiped an area of Snipe's upper arm with the cotton ball before poking it in.

He tightened his muscles, like an idiot, he then forced himself to relax, letting Medic pump him full with whatever was in that syringe barrel. "Ya sure..", eyes straight, never leaving some sort of interesting spot on the wall, he still couldn't help his body reacting, shivering from the lack of shirt and the icey touch of the rubber glove and that needle pressed into him.. even though he was forcing his mind to fly miles away.

He watched each twitch of muscle as Sniper clearly didn't enjoy getting his shots, interested. Medic did enjoy watching his patients squirm, no matter what team they were on, it was a deep-rooted sadism within. "So... vhat is it vith Spy?" he asked casually, seeing as the two were hanging around eachother a lot and Sniper had mentioned it when being dragged off.

".. I dunno.. The bastard suddenly wants ta cook fer all'a us like our mum or sumthin..", he chuckles, so all he needed was a conversation to calm down.. "I mean, 'e keep bringin' me food like I eat that fancy french shit 'e cooks up, ya know?", the chuckles never end, they roll down to just being barely heard under his breath.

Sniper's change in demeanor was interesting. Medic slid the syringe out and dabbed at the lightly-bleeding hole before placing another bandage over it, then preparing the second shot. But he seemed to... like? Talking about Spy. He headed back and began to push the other needle in. "How very kind of him," Medic said carefully as he injected the vaccine.

"Ya I guess.. n' that brat we got now, Scout? So goddamned family friendly or somethin'.. Kid like that shouldn't be out 'ere... Should be at 'ome.. growin' up first.", that really got his mind working, maybe him think more about everything, not just his 'job' but everyones. "What do ya think this is really all about, doc?", he half turned towards Medic, totally disregarding the huge needle in his arm in a whole new spot.

Medic blinked. Sniper had never really been this talkative toward him before. Especially considering what had just happened, but it was a pleasant surprise. "Eh. Scouts are alvays young. If he really wants to go home he can, ja?" Didn't particularly like most of the Scouts he'd come across, they were just irritating half the time. "... Und vhat do you mean?" he asked, unsure if Sniper was talking about someone or... the whole "fight the other team constantly" thing.

"I mean all this 'ere, ya know? Why are we fightin against a rival company thats only, wha? 50 yards away? and then we're free to 'ang out with them right after a fight? Makes no sense!", he let out a laugh and looked away, back towards that spot on the wall. Sniper was never the one to talk, being a lone wolf but just like any captive animal, coax them enough and they'll come around. He knew as crazy as Medic was he was still doing his job.. just without consent is all. "I mean, I went over to BLU base and picked up those books the bird let me 'ave and yet before that if I got near the damned place I would 'ave been shot ta pieces..."

Medic realized the needle had been in him a little longer than it should have been, and he pulled it out, before treating it with the routine bandage. But honestly, he hadn't really thought about it that much. "I do not know, kamerad," he replied calmly, wiping a bit of blood off the syringe before setting it down. This was making him think. "Und vhat about ze fact zat ve can't give our actual names, hm?" He laughed.

"Yeh, seems weird, right? What are we fightin' over? n' why are we 'ere?", he waved his hand between them, "Why would they bring people from 'alf way 'round the planet to fight this? I can't be the only professional sniper up fer hire, ey?". Looking over all the little bandages over his arm, he leaned back in the chair again, his mind buzzing more then usual now that he was actually talking with another human being.

"Perhaps zey just drew your name out of a hat." The idea was still funny to Medic and he giggled a bit. "I mean. I am not ze best doktor ever, clearly... eheh." He set to work getting rid of the old needles, washing the containers out, getting all the crap out of the sink... it was a relative mess. "To be honest? I don't even remember vhat ve are fighting for..."

Scratching at his growing five o'clock shadow, Sniper rose out of the chair, holding his head for a moment from the rush of dizziness before heading towards the door, "Ya well, so long as those wankas pay me, I don't care.. When its all ovah we'll pass 'round our own info, ey?", he chuckled, peeking out the doors face high window at his soiled clothing. "That was it, right doc?"

"Ja, you are free to go." He looked around the room. Being OCD about cleanliness and the like, there was still a lot of shit to get done as soon as the Australian left. Like that stupid lollipop on the ground, a glaring red piece of trash that needed to go immediately. "Und remember not to eat anyzing for a few more hours, just drink... but not alcohol!"

"Sure thing.. If anythin' you should give the Scout a talkin' to next..", he bit his lip, wondering if he should have suggested it but maybe a trip to Medic would give the kid a little spark of reality. Quick turn of the knob and he slipped out into the hall, minding his clothes, "G'day..", he called out before shutting the door behind him.


We didn't end this until like, 5:30am... How the hell you where awake for that long, Steel I'll never know! I'm a different story, I'm cranked out because of coffee 8D -tips aussie hat-