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capthepoint2013-03-20 10:58 am
rocketsredglare) wrote in capthepoint2013-03-20 10:58 am
RP Chat Log: Breakfast of Champions
Who: BLU Scout, Soldier, and Heavy, RED Demo and Medic
When: March 6th
Where: Common room kitchen.
What: Bacon and eggs.
itsablublur: Hi.
rocketsredg1are: HRAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHH!
itsablublur: ... *would say it's too early in the morning for that, but it wouldn't be true. He was just lazy and slept in because there was no robots* Augh?
rocketsredg1are: *IT IS NEVER TOO EARLY FOR HRAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH* HRAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!
itsablublur: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?auggghh... *that sounded more like a zombie grunt than anything else*
rocketsredg1are: *well, that didn't sound good at all.* *Careful prod* Hraaaaauuuughh?
itsablublur: *shakes his head* Can I at least get some food before we start that? * =u=;; *
rocketsredg1are: *snort* As long as it isn't pancakes, Shortstop.
itsablublur: Okay, okay fine. How about toast, bacon, and eggs? Geez, what's wrong with pancakes anyways?
rocketsredg1are: You can't be running around all day on bread and syrup, that's what.
itsablublur: That's what you think. And you forgot about the Bonk.
rocketsredg1are: Yeah, yeah, the breakfast of champions, I'm sure. Bacon, eggs! March!
itsablublur: *shakes his head and chuckles before heading to the kitchen, not quite marching like the Soldier would like to but still keeping a nice pace* And it's not always pancakes you know. But I guess trying to convince you of that would be like trying to convince Orwell of not being a fucking blockhead.
rocketsredg1are: Some people won't be helped. *But you are not one of them, Scout! Lucky you! Gets the eggs and bacon out of the fridge for you*
itsablublur: Some people need to be repeatedly hit with a heavy blunt object in the face. *sees the things out* Oh, thanks.
rocketsredg1are: Or shot, it turns out.
itsablublur: Nah, that's too easy. *gets the pan and starts with the bacon*
rocketsredg1are: Well, you can't hit him unless he hits you first.
itsablublur: *sets the bacon aside, put toasts in the toaster and start on the eggs* I think it's passed that point. Not that I didn't try to be nice. I tried to be nice, really.
rocketsredg1are: No, I know. That kid ain't right.
itsablublur: *sigh* Well I guess it still could be worse. *will makes plates now and offer you one*
rocketsredg1are: Thanks. *takes his plate to the table* You oughta just leave him alone.
itsablublur: That's not the point of being a team. *takes his own plate to the table before sitting down* I mean... augh. I don't know why I even bother. *afdgad* He gets on my nerves and he's a fucking idiot at the best of times but still... Just ignoring the problem will make it worse.
rocketsredg1are: No, it ain't the point of being a team. BUT, at the same time, he'll do us more good if he's working when the robots are here and we are ignoring him when they ain't. Instead of him trying to shoot us and us having to shoot him.
itsablublur: Well, at least I walked out before that happened last time... *chuckles* ... *sigh* I guess it's just because I end up doing the same thing all the time. If it's not robots, it's re-reading the same shit over and over again because everybody else are busy with their things or you know. *shrugs*
rocketsredg1are: You could try hitting baseballs into the tank.
itsablublur: Sure, but it would be funnier if there was someone with me. I mean, we used to have a Pyro here, got that kind of gasoline bucket well not sure if it was just that but you know, stuff that goes on fire fast. We coated a few of my baseball with the stuff and he would light them up as they flew by when I hit them. *snerks* We got Hugh pissed off because I didn't aimed at the right place.
rocketsredg1are: *Hugh... Hugh- oh! Tea Time* Well, you can't get a much more "right" target than the robot factory.
itsablublur: I'm pretty sure him or Orwell will find a way to complain about it. *shakes his head*
rocketsredg1are: Well, no one said they were invited.
itsablublur: They'll still hear about it. I mean, place is small after all.
blow_em_up: *well something smells good, Molly is drawn in* Well, hello there, boys, what we talking about?
rocketsredg1are: GOING ON THE OFFENSE!
itsablublur: Baseballs on fire as ammo. * XD * Think it could work with stickies? Also, *points at the stovetop* I been making breakfast, brunch... whatever. Want some?
blow_em_up: I'd sure like something to eat *eyes the pan* Not so sure if stickies'd work, what you planning on launching them at?
itsablublur: As close as possible to the tank without actually getting physically too close to it. *stands up* Eggs, bacon and toasts?
blow_em_up: Sounds good, lamb. *she'll sit down at the table* Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try lobbing them at the robots, might even work.
rocketsredg1are: If he can hit them into the factory, then he might be able to thin out their ranks before they attack.
blow_em_up: Think the grenades bounce better and go further than the stickies, but I don't know if they'd survive a bat.
itsablublur: Well, as I was saying to Sunshine here, the Pyro and I used to lob fireballs around. His flame and my baseballs. It was fun but I don't think robots would burn up that fast. We could try both.
pocketdok: *comes in from the hall, not sure if he likes the conversation he's walking into* vhat is zis about fireballs?
itsablublur: Lobbing them at robots. Or stickies, or grenades. We'll definitely have to try both. *making Molly's plate* Want food Dok? Eggs, bacon and toasts. * :D *
pocketdok: Ah, please. I vas just coming in here for zat meinself, actually.
rocketsredg1are: Maybe we could build a catapult.
itsablublur: Pffft, I'm sure I can get them farther than a catapult. * :P *
rocketsredg1are: Not if they explode when you hit them, Red Sox.
blow_em_up: Wonder if we could get an Engineer t' think about it.
itsablublur: * groans at the mention of Engineers because Orwell... and then hisses and makes a face at bacon grease splashing a bit on his arms.* Well I think it's ready Dok.
rocketsredg1are: *chuckles* They're both kinda ornery, ain't they?
pocketdok: *was about to take a seat at the table, but goes to the counter instead to make himself a place* Zhank you...
itsablublur: *:)* You're welcomed. * rolls eyes at the Soldier* There was nasty stray cats in my neighboorhood more friendly than those two.
rocketsredg1are: *snort* What'd the RED one do to you?
blow_em_up: RED ain't so bad, he's a right grump but that's hardly the worst someone on this team can be.
itsablublur: Nothing. He just seem like the kind of guy who'd rather yell at me than helping me out. Well, maybe if someone else asks I guess...
pocketdok: *takes a seat at the table across from Molly, listening to the conversation*
blow_em_up: I could get Engineer, I know where he likes t' hide after all even if he doesn't like getting visits.
itsablublur: Maybe we could get Sid on that too. I mean, he might a Soldier now but he was an Engineer not so long ago.
rocketsredg1are: An Engineer? Is that why that maggot can't use his rocketlauncher worth a damn?
pocketdok: *snorts*
itsablublur: Hey Dok. Think we could do that... Like the stuff in the syringes, but with healing stuff for the team, in bigger format?
pocketdok: *looks at him, a bit confused* ...how much bigger are ve talking?
blow_em_up: When it comes to Sid I know Spy doesn't think he is any good at anything *frown* Was he any good at the Engineering?
itsablublur: Sticky sized.
pocketdok: I could probably get zem zat big, but zey vould not fit into my gun. Und you vould not vhant me zrowing zem. I am awful at darts.
rocketsredg1are: I don't like the sound of that at all. ( |^\
itsablublur: *to Molly* He's not as bad as Bleu makes him out to be. Well, you saw her when he came back, she's just really pissed off at him for some reason. * to Dok* Maybe we could get the Civvie to get us a second sticky launcher.
pocketdok: To put syringes in?
blow_em_up: Know a woman scorned when I see one. *shrug* And guess that Civilian guy would be good to talk to about weapons, may not need to build too much ourselves.
rocketsredg1are: Pfff, that fancypants shopkeep would probably charge us. We oughta just stick to ourselves.
itsablublur: Or modified stickies, whatever works.
blow_em_up: We are kinda rolling in cash at the moment, mind.
pocketdok: I do not zink it vould be vise for me to be shooting syringes at you all, no matter vhat zey are filled viz. *looks to Dan* I am sure you know vhat is feels like. Zey do not come out vone at a time very easily.
rocketsredg1are: Yeah, what's wrong with you, kid? Why would you suggest he shoot us with needles when he has the medigun?
itsablublur: Longer reach.
rocketsredg1are: I think I'd rather take respawn than a needle from fifty feet away.
itsablublur: I mean we were talking about batting stickies in the tank, it can work both ways. It was just an idea after all.
pocketdok: As tempting as it is to try und concoct a healing serum to load into ze syringe gun, I do not zink it is ze best idea to increase ze 'reach'.
blow_em_up: I can't say I've ever been a really big fan of needles. Pretty glad not to get shot by enemy medic's too much these days.
pocketdok: As for getting stickies into ze tank... vhat about aiming from above? I am sure it vill be easier to build a ladder or ramp to a rooftop zan a catapult. Not to mention easier to repair.
itsablublur: Fine, fine, bad idea I get it. I was less thinking needles and more thinking of maybe emptying a sticky from the explosive stuff and fill it with that and use it the same way your pack heals you over time but anyways.
pocketdok: I vill be completely honest in saying zat I still do not know how zat pack vorks.
itsablublur: Hmm... * shrugs* oh well. And yeah ladders would probably be easier but it's not so much the result than having fun doing it. I mean, don't get me wrong, thinning the boltheads' ranks is good but, ya know.
rocketsredg1are: This was mostly just about finding something for Scout to do that isn't fighting with Engineer.
blow_em_up: Actually, if we had height and a catapult... we could use something a lot bigger than stickies.
rocketsredg1are: ( |^] Such as?
itsablublur: * OwO ! *
blow_em_up: Think we could build something bigger. Seeing those sentry busters every day tells me y' can sure make big explosives and they are like big stickies wi' legs.
itsablublur: *laughing* Holy crap... Not sure you,re being fair to the bots there, now. * XD *
rocketsredg1are: THIS IS WAR, NOT A TEA PARTY! FAIR IS FOR AFTER, WHEN WE SIGN THE TREATIES!
pocketdok: I am going to have to agree viz him. At ze rate zis is going ve might as vell do vhatever ve can to vin. It is not like ze bots have a mind to know vhat fair is anyvay.
blow_em_up: If we can blow them to hell then we don't need t worry about them getting us. They probably even keep their big bombs in there, if they go off...
itsablublur: Well, would be practical but not quite as fun...
blow_em_up: Guess when we go back to a real base, you'll be stuck getting yer ass kicked by me.
rocketsredg1are: NOT LIKELY!
pocketdok: Ze fun is in ve vinning, Dan. Until zen ve must be practical.
blow_em_up: You bet your BLU ass, Sunshine.
rocketsredg1are: NOT A CHANCE IN HELL!
itsablublur: Well, I need more of a challenge than that! *That was more toward Dok than Molly that comment*
blow_em_up: I'm going to blow y' to peices and there's nothing yu can do to stop me~
rocketsredg1are: NOT IF I BLOW YOU UP FIRST, LOCH NESS.
pocketdok: I zink ve are challenged enough already, ve need to vin.
blow_em_up: Good luck wi' that, know y' can hardly see past that helmet of yours.
rocketsredg1are: YOU DON'T NEED TO SEE WHEN YOU HAVE SPLASH DAMAGE!
pocketdok: *wondering if he should move from in between this banter...*
itsablublur: *...Might be a good idea there, Dok*
blow_em_up: Splash ain't gonna do you any good when I'm miles away from where you shoot your rockets, Sunshine. *grin* But y' can try, it's real cute.
rocketsredg1are: YOU CANNOT BE MILES AWAY BECAUSE I DO NOT AIM AT WHERE YOU ARE. I AIM FOR WHERE YOU ARE GOING TO BE! I CAN SEE INTO THE FUTURE AND IT IS FULL OF EXPLOSIONS! AND GIBS! YOUR GIBS!
blow_em_up: *snoort* Keep tellin' yerself that and maybe one day it'll be true.
pocketdok: *pushing his last bit of bacon around on his plate with his fork, casually putting his head in his hand, ear to his palm, to try and muffle some of the barking*
rocketsredg1are: IT WILL BE! I AM A PROPHET! HERE MY WORD! HRAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!
blow_em_up: Oh RAAAAR yerself.
rocketsredg1are: *gets up to take his plate to the sink* HRAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!
pocketdok: Großer Gott...
blow_em_up: *deep breath* HRRRAAAAAAUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH
rocketsredg1are: ( |^D HRAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!
itsablublur: *laugh*
pocketdok: *headache*
blow_em_up: HRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Can keep this up as long as y' like.
pocketdok: I vould be prefer if you did not.
rocketsredg1are: COME ON, DOK! YOU CAN DO IT TOO! HRAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!
pocketdok: No zank you, I vould razher not strain mein voice.
rocketsredg1are: LET'S GO, FRITZ. I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT.
pocketdok: ...*defiantly sticks that last piece of bacon in his mouth and chews slowly*
blow_em_up: It'll be fun.
rocketsredg1are: YEAH, IT WILL!
itsablublur: *is amuses by the face Dok is making and snorts*
pocketdok: *still chewing*
rocketsredg1are: CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP HRAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!
pocketdok: *can't help snorting, only to cough as a result*
blow_em_up: Don't choke, Doctor. We need y'.
itsablublur: See? See what you,re doing? *pokes at Soldier*
rocketsredg1are: THAT'S RIGHT, HEIMLICH. BETTER CLEAR YOUR THROAT OUT!HRAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGHHH!
pocketdok: *coughs, shaking his head* You people are going tobe ze deazh of me.
rocketsredg1are: WHAT WAS THAT I CAN'T HRAAAUUUUGGHH YOU
itsablublur: I can't... what? * XD XD *
pocketdok: Could you at least let me svallow?!
rocketsredg1are: OKAY. TRY NOT TO CHOKE.
blow_em_up: And y'know Dan, y' should give it a shot as well.
rocketsredg1are: THAT'S RIGHT! YOU HAVE EATEN! NOW IT IS TIME TO SHOW ME YOUR WAR FACE!
pocketdok: *manages to avoid it while swallowing the thoroughly chews bacon* Gott..
itsablublur: *too busy laughing his ass off, sorry*
blow_em_up: 'mon. *deep breath* HRAAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGHH
rocketsredg1are: HRAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!
itsablublur: *Okay okay, fine* HRAaaAAUUuuGGghhh... * XD XD oh god, luaghing way too much, ribs are starting to hurt from laughing*
rocketsredg1are: ONCE MORE, WITH FEELING! HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUG?GGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
itsablublur: Wait wait, Dok didn,t do it yet.
rocketsredg1are: NO, HE DID NOT. *helmetstarrrrre*
pocketdok: ...really?
rocketsredg1are: REALLY.
blow_em_up: C'mon. Gi' it a shot.
pocketdok: *sighs*
itsablublur: Do it Dok! * XD *
*
pocketdok: *gets up to put his plate away:
rocketsredg1are: HRAAAAAAAUUUUAAAAGGHHHH?
pocketdok: *puts his plate in the sink*
pocketdok: *comes back to look right up at Sunshine with that same defiant look, arms crossed*
blow_em_up: *frown* Yer no fun.
itsablublur: Aaaaaaaaaaw, c'mon? I did it. *Please?*
rocketsredg1are: *gestures out with his hands like a conductor* Hrrrrraaaaaauuuugggggggghhhhhhh. *like this, Dok*
pocketdok: Actually, I prefer... *takes in a deep breath and...* rrRRRAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGHHHH
rocketsredg1are: ( |^D HRAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHH?HHHH!
pocketdok: *coughs*
blow_em_up: * .D * HRAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!
itsablublur: HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?AUGH!
rocketsredg1are: Well, that was fun. ( |^]
blow_em_up: Yeah. *grin* Still not gonna help you beat me in the future.
rocketsredg1are: HRAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHH LIES! I CAN SEE THINGS TO COME!
blow_em_up: Think all y' see is the inside of that helmet.
rocketsredg1are: Liesssssss!
blow_em_up: *actually she's gonna lean over and grab that helmet*
rocketsredg1are: Hey! Waht are you- *oh. Well, all right. Whatever* [|:^\
pocketdok: *goes to put the tea water on, smiling and shaking his head*
blow_em_up: *puts the helmet on, now she's all blind* Seriously mate. *tilts it back so she can look at him*
rocketsredg1are: *snort* Seriously nothing. I had a bullet bounce off that helmet the other day. You oughta get your own.
blow_em_up: Think I'll stick with being just half blind. *but she's not going to take the helmet off, noooo*
blu_bruiser: *Not exactly sure what he walked in on, but hey, there's a lady! Cue no problems at all with the current situation* What, were we havin' a party down here or something? Swapping hats and the like, too. Guess I missed that. *cracks a grin, leaning on the doorframe*
blow_em_up: Hey there big man! Y' missed the shouting.
rocketsredg1are: YOU CAN SHOUT NOW. THIS ROOM IS ONLY FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE SHOUTED! HRAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!
itsablublur: *grabs the helmet and wears it atop his own hat* Pfft... Like he's gonna do that.
blu_bruiser: Ohh, no, I didn't. Heard that on the way down, and that's what brought me. Do I even wanna know what you guys were doi--Jesus Christ, Sarge.
rocketsredg1are: HAAAAAA RAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!
blow_em_up: Hey! *swats Dan's arm*
blu_bruiser: ...is this really what was goin' on. *Just pushes his sunglasses down, looking pretty damn amused*
rocketsredg1are: YES.
pocketdok: *comes back to let the water boil, plucking the helmet off of Dan's head from behind him to look at it* I really do not know how any of you Soldiers can vork viz zese zings wobbling around on your heads.
blow_em_up: *and back to Rod* Yeah, it was. Y' should try it. HAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!
rocketsredg1are: *what is this, uniform inspection day?*
blu_bruiser: *Might as well give it a shot* WELL ALRIGHT THEN. *Time to waltz on in and pat Dok on the back as he goes* SEE YOU GOT THE DOC SOCIALIZING. GOOD, HE NEEDS IT.
rocketsredg1are: YES. HE IS A FINE SHOUT WHEN HE MAKES THE EFFORT!
itsablublur: *arm is swatted at * * XD *
blu_bruiser: Wait, you got hi--YOU GOT HIM TO YELL? DAMN.
itsablublur: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUGH
pocketdok: *was just putting the helmet on his own head when the pat nearly stumbles him* Vhat? Oh Gott, no vonder you shout all ze time, every sound is amplified in here!
rocketsredg1are: HRAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
blow_em_up: It's been a good day for shouting and it's been fun.
rocketsredg1are: THEY NEVER BELIEVE ME WHEN I TELL THEM IT'S FUN. 9_9
blow_em_up: Well I believe y' Sunshine.
rocketsredg1are: THANK YOU, MISS.
pocketdok: *takes the helmet off, the top of his hair all fluffed up. Isn't going to mention that it smells a little odd, to boot*
itsablublur: *laughs at Dok's hair*
pocketdok: *shoots him a glare* Vhat is so funny?
itsablublur: *snorts* Your hair is all over the place.
rocketsredg1are: YOUR LITTLE CURLY-DOO IS MUSSED. *makes a twirly gesture at his own forehead*
pocketdok: *looks up, like that's going to do anything, and reaches up to asses the condition* Oh for goodness'sake.. *tries to smooth it down*
blu_bruiser: *takes what appears to be a switchblade out of his pocket before handing it to Dok* I THINK THIS'LL WORK BETTER.
pocketdok: *doesn't see it until it's out at him, leaning away* No, zank you. I vould razher see a barber.
blu_bruiser: Relax, man. *presses a button, causing a comb to flip out* There. See?
pocketdok: Oh.. eheh. *takes it, plopping the helmet back down over Dan's head* Zank you. Interesting tool.
blow_em_up: *and since it's now back in reach she'll steal the helmet back*
itsablublur: *nooooooo, the helmeeeet! tries to grab the helmet again *
blow_em_up: *smacks his hand away*
rocketsredg1are: Son, your tiny head couldn't fit in that.
blu_bruiser: ...it is kinda tiny, now that I look at it. *rubs his chin, staring at Dan*
itsablublur: No, it's your big head that's full of hot air. That's why it doesn't fit you!
blow_em_up: Yer makin' no sense, lamb. *helmet is now back on her head*
blu_bruiser: *time for some not-so-sneaky attempts at slipping the helmet off from the back!*
blow_em_up: *and her new hat is gone again, damnit* Hey!
blu_bruiser: Oh, would you look at that! *holds it up out of her reach, grinning* Wonder where this goes.
pocketdok: *is busy trying to fix his hair, he can feel that one stubborn curl on top sticking up, the same one he has to wax down every morning*
blow_em_up: *she's sitting down and even standing up she wouldn't stand a chance. You get a thwack on the belly, Rod*
blu_bruiser: *it actually takes him a second to register that he got hit, and he just starts laughing before putting the helmet on his head. He can just fix his hair later*
pocketdok: *gives up, letting the curl win this time as he managed to figure out how to fold the comb back into the handle* Here you... oh. *Seems Rod was quite occupied*
blu_bruiser: Hm--? Oh! Right. *pushes the helmet up in order to locate Dok, taking the comb back and slipping it into one of his pockets* Close enough, huh?
itsablublur: * snrks *
rocketsredg1are: *bemused that everyone seems to be having such fun with his helmet*
blu_bruiser: Sarge, do you ever wash this thing? It kinda...smells weird. *wrinkles his nose, looking around a bit. Sunglasses plus helmet equals a bad idea, to no surprise.*
rocketsredg1are: And just how the hell would you go about washing it, Hamsteak?
itsablublur: Use soap.
blu_bruiser: Hamstea--if you're makin' a fat joke, I'll have you know that this's all muscle. *HUFF* And then I'd be happy to punch you. *still, he cracks a smile*
rocketsredg1are: How's about you use that elbow grease you're bragging about to wash my helmet if you're so damn worried about it?
blu_bruiser: Not my problem. *takes it off and gives it a spin, grinning* You're the one that's gotta run around with this on your head, not me.
rocketsredg1are: Exactly.
blu_bruiser: Has anybody asked you how you even see in this? Because really, I don't get it.(
blow_em_up: Think we've all commented on it the day. *snort* He just says he can see the future.
rocketsredg1are: I don't. I just yell a lot and wait for the vibrations to bounce back. Smartass.
blow_em_up: Alright, Batman.
itsablublur: *laughs*
itsablublur: So that's how it works!
pocketdok: *Realization in 3...2...1* ... Oh.
blu_bruiser: If he can see the future, I'm Elvis. *chuckles, tossing the helmet back to Soldier* Echo-whatever, huh.
pocketdok: *hears the pot start to whistle, going back into the kitchen to shut it off* Tea, anyvone? Rod?
itsablublur: *hums* na-na-na-na Batman! *snerks*
blow_em_up: Go on, could do with a cuppa.
blu_bruiser: Oh, uh. Sure, I guess. *eyebrow raise*
itsablublur: *expect Soldier to have a rant about coffee being the American drink and stuff like that*
pocketdok: *Nods, going up on his toes to get the mugs. Damn it, who kept putting them back up there when he keeps putting them on the middle shelf?*
itsablublur: *gonna go help Dok out* *:3*
blu_bruiser: ...you need some help there? *leans on in*
pocketdok: *manages to hook one with his finger to bring it down* I can get it, zank you...
blow_em_up: ... y'know Sunshine, y should take the helmet off more often, s'good to know y' actually have eyes.
blu_bruiser: *just gonna go right in anyway and get a few more down in case more than the expected number wants anything* There we go.
pocketdok: *sighs* Zank you, Rod.
blu_bruiser: No problem. Figure I'm at least good for gettin' up there, huh? *grins*
pocketdok: Indeed. I should keep you around more often. *goes about putting tea bags into the mugs*
itsablublur: *oh* *oh well, got already an helper... *
itsablublur: Can I have a cup too please?
pocketdok: Of course. *plops another tea bag in for him* *Pours water into each of the cups*
rocketsredg1are: *puts his helmet firmly back on his head* ( |^\
blu_bruiser: You and your teabagging shit. *snorts, shaking his head*
blow_em_up: That's no fun mister.
pocketdok: I zought you said you vanted some also?
blu_bruiser: I'm willing to give it a go. Didn't kill me the first time. *shrug*
itsablublur: *will go steal the Soldier's hat while the tea is getting infused *
rocketsredg1are: *humph, these people* *...let's him have the damn helmet*
itsablublur: * 8D Yay! * * will totally use it as a drum instead of wearing it *
rocketsredg1are: [|:^\
blow_em_up: Don't look so grumpy, Sunshine *nudge*
pocketdok: *smirks, picking up his and another mug to bring to Molly*
itsablublur: *is having too much fun with this and is actually not too bad at actual drumming you know * * like it's not just banging on it for the sake of banging on something. there's actual rythm there*
blu_bruiser: *picks a mug and takes a sip, making a face at it before fetching one of the other ones and bringing it back into the common room*
blow_em_up: *tea sip* This has sure been the most interesting meal I've had here so far.
itsablublur: *nods*
pocketdok: I agree.
itsablublur: Too bad for them, but helps when the grumps are not there.
pocketdok: Oh, I do not count zis time? *sips*
rocketsredg1are: Nope. You shouted. *simple as that, really*
pocketdok: Ptch! Is zat all it takes?
rocketsredg1are: Morale, Sour Kraut! We got it. Grumps don't. That's why we're eating bacon and eggs for breakfast and they're hiding where ever it is they go when they ain't working.
blow_em_up: And the more y' take part the less of a grump y'll be.
itsablublur: Naw, you're cool Dok. Usually if you grump it's because you don't want us to do too much stupid stuff. And at least you don't go and do the stupid stuff you grumps about right after. Except yelling. But that's just fun.
blu_bruiser: How'd you guys even manage to drag him out? *eyebrow raise* Without pickin' him up, that is. No offense, Dok, but you don't get out much.
pocketdok: *narrows his eyes a little* I do have to eat...
itsablublur: My cooking does the trick apparently. *snorts*
blow_em_up: Say I see more of him around than RED Engineer or Sniper at the moment. Can't say I'm complaining much about the lack of Sniper though.
blu_bruiser: Aw, don't get wound up. *shoulderpat directed at Dok* S'good that you're comin' out of your hole! Nothing wrong with a little socializing with the people that're coverin' your ass during hours. *bright smile*
rocketsredg1are: Covering HIS ass? *skeptic look*
itsablublur: I've hardly seen the RED Engineer since he came here. * o3o *
blu_bruiser: ...what. You're supposed to protect your Medic. *shoots Soldier a mildly confused look*
itsablublur: And for that matter I haven't really seen Sid either, probably would have liked the whole thing this morning.
rocketsredg1are: Yeah, but that's mostly because he's the one doing the covering. If you're doing it right anyway.
itsablublur: I think you,re taking that a bit too literally, Sunshine.
blow_em_up: *to Dan* He hides in one of the other buildings, even got a bed in there.
blu_bruiser: Waaaait-- *As a lightbulb goes off, that expression turns into a moderately disgusted stare as he lifts his hand from Dok's shoulder*
itsablublur: Oh, really? I mean, sure if he wants to do his own thing but I don't know. Maybe we should go bother the guy at some point.
pocketdok: ...*looks utterly confused, looking between the Soldier and the Heavy* Vhat?
rocketsredg1are: All I'm saying is, a good Medic is the one making sure you're not getting mowed down. You should be aware too, be a meat shield and absorb damage while he's got the beam on you, but as the firepower, you're responsible for the offense. You're not watching his ass. He's watching yours. So don't be acting like he owes you the favor of his company.
blu_bruiser: Youuuu kinda misunderstood me there, man. *shakes his head, taking another sip of his tea* The more we all sit around and talk, the better we're gonna know each other. And that's gonna come in handy during battle, especially when those damn Spybots are roaming around. And really, we're all coverin' each other, if you look at it. Some way or another. *Shruuug*
rocketsredg1are: If we're doing it right anyway.
blu_bruiser: 'Zactly. And it's probably unhealthy to sit somewhere off when the lot of us are the only available human contact, y'know? Not saying that our doctor here's got a problem or anything, but. Rockefeller's an example.
pocketdok: *he had been preoccupied trying to pay attention to both conversations AND not burn his tongue on his tea, so he had missed some parts of what was said, but he got it now. As much as he might have taken offence to what Rod had said at first, he knew that he was pretty useless when it came to having to go on the offensive*
rocketsredg1are: That little shit's gonna learn sooner or later. Just you wait.
pocketdok: Some people prefer company all day. I do not. I value a little time alone, somezing I do not get as often as I vould like around here.
blu_bruiser: Yeah, when we're all suddenly high-class members of society and not mercs. *snort*
blow_em_up: We got a whole bunch of guys here who should really try talking to people.
itsablublur: *stops his drumming and makes faces at the conversation *
rocketsredg1are: ( |^\ Nobody told you to stop, Babaloo.
pocketdok: I agree. I zink I have only spoken to Sid vonce or tvice since he returned. For a vhile I zought ze ozher Engineer had left und he came back to fill ze spot!
blu_bruiser: ...can't remember if I'm supposed to punch him in the face or not. *rubs his chin thoughtfully, frowning* Hm.
itsablublur: Nobody told me to start either so I can stop when I want. * pfft *
blow_em_up: Well, think Sniper covered punching him in the face when he arrived.
itsablublur: That was shitty of him, but pfft... Like I'm surprised anymore by that.
blow_em_up: At least I can say he hasn't punched me in the face yet.
rocketsredg1are: I don't think he have the nerve to hit a lady. Knows everyone else would kick his ass to Timbuktu.
blow_em_up: Never mind you lot, I'd do the kicking myself.
rocketsredg1are: No one said you weren't invited!
blow_em_up: Good, just hope y' all are gentlemen and let the lady go first.
itsablublur: Of course. *:D *
When: March 6th
Where: Common room kitchen.
What: Bacon and eggs.
itsablublur: Hi.
rocketsredg1are: HRAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHH!
itsablublur: ... *would say it's too early in the morning for that, but it wouldn't be true. He was just lazy and slept in because there was no robots* Augh?
rocketsredg1are: *IT IS NEVER TOO EARLY FOR HRAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH* HRAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!
itsablublur: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?auggghh... *that sounded more like a zombie grunt than anything else*
rocketsredg1are: *well, that didn't sound good at all.* *Careful prod* Hraaaaauuuughh?
itsablublur: *shakes his head* Can I at least get some food before we start that? * =u=;; *
rocketsredg1are: *snort* As long as it isn't pancakes, Shortstop.
itsablublur: Okay, okay fine. How about toast, bacon, and eggs? Geez, what's wrong with pancakes anyways?
rocketsredg1are: You can't be running around all day on bread and syrup, that's what.
itsablublur: That's what you think. And you forgot about the Bonk.
rocketsredg1are: Yeah, yeah, the breakfast of champions, I'm sure. Bacon, eggs! March!
itsablublur: *shakes his head and chuckles before heading to the kitchen, not quite marching like the Soldier would like to but still keeping a nice pace* And it's not always pancakes you know. But I guess trying to convince you of that would be like trying to convince Orwell of not being a fucking blockhead.
rocketsredg1are: Some people won't be helped. *But you are not one of them, Scout! Lucky you! Gets the eggs and bacon out of the fridge for you*
itsablublur: Some people need to be repeatedly hit with a heavy blunt object in the face. *sees the things out* Oh, thanks.
rocketsredg1are: Or shot, it turns out.
itsablublur: Nah, that's too easy. *gets the pan and starts with the bacon*
rocketsredg1are: Well, you can't hit him unless he hits you first.
itsablublur: *sets the bacon aside, put toasts in the toaster and start on the eggs* I think it's passed that point. Not that I didn't try to be nice. I tried to be nice, really.
rocketsredg1are: No, I know. That kid ain't right.
itsablublur: *sigh* Well I guess it still could be worse. *will makes plates now and offer you one*
rocketsredg1are: Thanks. *takes his plate to the table* You oughta just leave him alone.
itsablublur: That's not the point of being a team. *takes his own plate to the table before sitting down* I mean... augh. I don't know why I even bother. *afdgad* He gets on my nerves and he's a fucking idiot at the best of times but still... Just ignoring the problem will make it worse.
rocketsredg1are: No, it ain't the point of being a team. BUT, at the same time, he'll do us more good if he's working when the robots are here and we are ignoring him when they ain't. Instead of him trying to shoot us and us having to shoot him.
itsablublur: Well, at least I walked out before that happened last time... *chuckles* ... *sigh* I guess it's just because I end up doing the same thing all the time. If it's not robots, it's re-reading the same shit over and over again because everybody else are busy with their things or you know. *shrugs*
rocketsredg1are: You could try hitting baseballs into the tank.
itsablublur: Sure, but it would be funnier if there was someone with me. I mean, we used to have a Pyro here, got that kind of gasoline bucket well not sure if it was just that but you know, stuff that goes on fire fast. We coated a few of my baseball with the stuff and he would light them up as they flew by when I hit them. *snerks* We got Hugh pissed off because I didn't aimed at the right place.
rocketsredg1are: *Hugh... Hugh- oh! Tea Time* Well, you can't get a much more "right" target than the robot factory.
itsablublur: I'm pretty sure him or Orwell will find a way to complain about it. *shakes his head*
rocketsredg1are: Well, no one said they were invited.
itsablublur: They'll still hear about it. I mean, place is small after all.
blow_em_up: *well something smells good, Molly is drawn in* Well, hello there, boys, what we talking about?
rocketsredg1are: GOING ON THE OFFENSE!
itsablublur: Baseballs on fire as ammo. * XD * Think it could work with stickies? Also, *points at the stovetop* I been making breakfast, brunch... whatever. Want some?
blow_em_up: I'd sure like something to eat *eyes the pan* Not so sure if stickies'd work, what you planning on launching them at?
itsablublur: As close as possible to the tank without actually getting physically too close to it. *stands up* Eggs, bacon and toasts?
blow_em_up: Sounds good, lamb. *she'll sit down at the table* Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try lobbing them at the robots, might even work.
rocketsredg1are: If he can hit them into the factory, then he might be able to thin out their ranks before they attack.
blow_em_up: Think the grenades bounce better and go further than the stickies, but I don't know if they'd survive a bat.
itsablublur: Well, as I was saying to Sunshine here, the Pyro and I used to lob fireballs around. His flame and my baseballs. It was fun but I don't think robots would burn up that fast. We could try both.
pocketdok: *comes in from the hall, not sure if he likes the conversation he's walking into* vhat is zis about fireballs?
itsablublur: Lobbing them at robots. Or stickies, or grenades. We'll definitely have to try both. *making Molly's plate* Want food Dok? Eggs, bacon and toasts. * :D *
pocketdok: Ah, please. I vas just coming in here for zat meinself, actually.
rocketsredg1are: Maybe we could build a catapult.
itsablublur: Pffft, I'm sure I can get them farther than a catapult. * :P *
rocketsredg1are: Not if they explode when you hit them, Red Sox.
blow_em_up: Wonder if we could get an Engineer t' think about it.
itsablublur: * groans at the mention of Engineers because Orwell... and then hisses and makes a face at bacon grease splashing a bit on his arms.* Well I think it's ready Dok.
rocketsredg1are: *chuckles* They're both kinda ornery, ain't they?
pocketdok: *was about to take a seat at the table, but goes to the counter instead to make himself a place* Zhank you...
itsablublur: *:)* You're welcomed. * rolls eyes at the Soldier* There was nasty stray cats in my neighboorhood more friendly than those two.
rocketsredg1are: *snort* What'd the RED one do to you?
blow_em_up: RED ain't so bad, he's a right grump but that's hardly the worst someone on this team can be.
itsablublur: Nothing. He just seem like the kind of guy who'd rather yell at me than helping me out. Well, maybe if someone else asks I guess...
pocketdok: *takes a seat at the table across from Molly, listening to the conversation*
blow_em_up: I could get Engineer, I know where he likes t' hide after all even if he doesn't like getting visits.
itsablublur: Maybe we could get Sid on that too. I mean, he might a Soldier now but he was an Engineer not so long ago.
rocketsredg1are: An Engineer? Is that why that maggot can't use his rocketlauncher worth a damn?
pocketdok: *snorts*
itsablublur: Hey Dok. Think we could do that... Like the stuff in the syringes, but with healing stuff for the team, in bigger format?
pocketdok: *looks at him, a bit confused* ...how much bigger are ve talking?
blow_em_up: When it comes to Sid I know Spy doesn't think he is any good at anything *frown* Was he any good at the Engineering?
itsablublur: Sticky sized.
pocketdok: I could probably get zem zat big, but zey vould not fit into my gun. Und you vould not vhant me zrowing zem. I am awful at darts.
rocketsredg1are: I don't like the sound of that at all. ( |^\
itsablublur: *to Molly* He's not as bad as Bleu makes him out to be. Well, you saw her when he came back, she's just really pissed off at him for some reason. * to Dok* Maybe we could get the Civvie to get us a second sticky launcher.
pocketdok: To put syringes in?
blow_em_up: Know a woman scorned when I see one. *shrug* And guess that Civilian guy would be good to talk to about weapons, may not need to build too much ourselves.
rocketsredg1are: Pfff, that fancypants shopkeep would probably charge us. We oughta just stick to ourselves.
itsablublur: Or modified stickies, whatever works.
blow_em_up: We are kinda rolling in cash at the moment, mind.
pocketdok: I do not zink it vould be vise for me to be shooting syringes at you all, no matter vhat zey are filled viz. *looks to Dan* I am sure you know vhat is feels like. Zey do not come out vone at a time very easily.
rocketsredg1are: Yeah, what's wrong with you, kid? Why would you suggest he shoot us with needles when he has the medigun?
itsablublur: Longer reach.
rocketsredg1are: I think I'd rather take respawn than a needle from fifty feet away.
itsablublur: I mean we were talking about batting stickies in the tank, it can work both ways. It was just an idea after all.
pocketdok: As tempting as it is to try und concoct a healing serum to load into ze syringe gun, I do not zink it is ze best idea to increase ze 'reach'.
blow_em_up: I can't say I've ever been a really big fan of needles. Pretty glad not to get shot by enemy medic's too much these days.
pocketdok: As for getting stickies into ze tank... vhat about aiming from above? I am sure it vill be easier to build a ladder or ramp to a rooftop zan a catapult. Not to mention easier to repair.
itsablublur: Fine, fine, bad idea I get it. I was less thinking needles and more thinking of maybe emptying a sticky from the explosive stuff and fill it with that and use it the same way your pack heals you over time but anyways.
pocketdok: I vill be completely honest in saying zat I still do not know how zat pack vorks.
itsablublur: Hmm... * shrugs* oh well. And yeah ladders would probably be easier but it's not so much the result than having fun doing it. I mean, don't get me wrong, thinning the boltheads' ranks is good but, ya know.
rocketsredg1are: This was mostly just about finding something for Scout to do that isn't fighting with Engineer.
blow_em_up: Actually, if we had height and a catapult... we could use something a lot bigger than stickies.
rocketsredg1are: ( |^] Such as?
itsablublur: * OwO ! *
blow_em_up: Think we could build something bigger. Seeing those sentry busters every day tells me y' can sure make big explosives and they are like big stickies wi' legs.
itsablublur: *laughing* Holy crap... Not sure you,re being fair to the bots there, now. * XD *
rocketsredg1are: THIS IS WAR, NOT A TEA PARTY! FAIR IS FOR AFTER, WHEN WE SIGN THE TREATIES!
pocketdok: I am going to have to agree viz him. At ze rate zis is going ve might as vell do vhatever ve can to vin. It is not like ze bots have a mind to know vhat fair is anyvay.
blow_em_up: If we can blow them to hell then we don't need t worry about them getting us. They probably even keep their big bombs in there, if they go off...
itsablublur: Well, would be practical but not quite as fun...
blow_em_up: Guess when we go back to a real base, you'll be stuck getting yer ass kicked by me.
rocketsredg1are: NOT LIKELY!
pocketdok: Ze fun is in ve vinning, Dan. Until zen ve must be practical.
blow_em_up: You bet your BLU ass, Sunshine.
rocketsredg1are: NOT A CHANCE IN HELL!
itsablublur: Well, I need more of a challenge than that! *That was more toward Dok than Molly that comment*
blow_em_up: I'm going to blow y' to peices and there's nothing yu can do to stop me~
rocketsredg1are: NOT IF I BLOW YOU UP FIRST, LOCH NESS.
pocketdok: I zink ve are challenged enough already, ve need to vin.
blow_em_up: Good luck wi' that, know y' can hardly see past that helmet of yours.
rocketsredg1are: YOU DON'T NEED TO SEE WHEN YOU HAVE SPLASH DAMAGE!
pocketdok: *wondering if he should move from in between this banter...*
itsablublur: *...Might be a good idea there, Dok*
blow_em_up: Splash ain't gonna do you any good when I'm miles away from where you shoot your rockets, Sunshine. *grin* But y' can try, it's real cute.
rocketsredg1are: YOU CANNOT BE MILES AWAY BECAUSE I DO NOT AIM AT WHERE YOU ARE. I AIM FOR WHERE YOU ARE GOING TO BE! I CAN SEE INTO THE FUTURE AND IT IS FULL OF EXPLOSIONS! AND GIBS! YOUR GIBS!
blow_em_up: *snoort* Keep tellin' yerself that and maybe one day it'll be true.
pocketdok: *pushing his last bit of bacon around on his plate with his fork, casually putting his head in his hand, ear to his palm, to try and muffle some of the barking*
rocketsredg1are: IT WILL BE! I AM A PROPHET! HERE MY WORD! HRAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!
blow_em_up: Oh RAAAAR yerself.
rocketsredg1are: *gets up to take his plate to the sink* HRAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!
pocketdok: Großer Gott...
blow_em_up: *deep breath* HRRRAAAAAAUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH
rocketsredg1are: ( |^D HRAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!
itsablublur: *laugh*
pocketdok: *headache*
blow_em_up: HRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Can keep this up as long as y' like.
pocketdok: I vould be prefer if you did not.
rocketsredg1are: COME ON, DOK! YOU CAN DO IT TOO! HRAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!
pocketdok: No zank you, I vould razher not strain mein voice.
rocketsredg1are: LET'S GO, FRITZ. I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT.
pocketdok: ...*defiantly sticks that last piece of bacon in his mouth and chews slowly*
blow_em_up: It'll be fun.
rocketsredg1are: YEAH, IT WILL!
itsablublur: *is amuses by the face Dok is making and snorts*
pocketdok: *still chewing*
rocketsredg1are: CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP HRAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!
pocketdok: *can't help snorting, only to cough as a result*
blow_em_up: Don't choke, Doctor. We need y'.
itsablublur: See? See what you,re doing? *pokes at Soldier*
rocketsredg1are: THAT'S RIGHT, HEIMLICH. BETTER CLEAR YOUR THROAT OUT!HRAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGHHH!
pocketdok: *coughs, shaking his head* You people are going tobe ze deazh of me.
rocketsredg1are: WHAT WAS THAT I CAN'T HRAAAUUUUGGHH YOU
itsablublur: I can't... what? * XD XD *
pocketdok: Could you at least let me svallow?!
rocketsredg1are: OKAY. TRY NOT TO CHOKE.
blow_em_up: And y'know Dan, y' should give it a shot as well.
rocketsredg1are: THAT'S RIGHT! YOU HAVE EATEN! NOW IT IS TIME TO SHOW ME YOUR WAR FACE!
pocketdok: *manages to avoid it while swallowing the thoroughly chews bacon* Gott..
itsablublur: *too busy laughing his ass off, sorry*
blow_em_up: 'mon. *deep breath* HRAAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGHH
rocketsredg1are: HRAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!
itsablublur: *Okay okay, fine* HRAaaAAUUuuGGghhh... * XD XD oh god, luaghing way too much, ribs are starting to hurt from laughing*
rocketsredg1are: ONCE MORE, WITH FEELING! HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUG?GGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
itsablublur: Wait wait, Dok didn,t do it yet.
rocketsredg1are: NO, HE DID NOT. *helmetstarrrrre*
pocketdok: ...really?
rocketsredg1are: REALLY.
blow_em_up: C'mon. Gi' it a shot.
pocketdok: *sighs*
itsablublur: Do it Dok! * XD *
*
pocketdok: *gets up to put his plate away:
rocketsredg1are: HRAAAAAAAUUUUAAAAGGHHHH?
pocketdok: *puts his plate in the sink*
pocketdok: *comes back to look right up at Sunshine with that same defiant look, arms crossed*
blow_em_up: *frown* Yer no fun.
itsablublur: Aaaaaaaaaaw, c'mon? I did it. *Please?*
rocketsredg1are: *gestures out with his hands like a conductor* Hrrrrraaaaaauuuugggggggghhhhhhh. *like this, Dok*
pocketdok: Actually, I prefer... *takes in a deep breath and...* rrRRRAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGHHHH
rocketsredg1are: ( |^D HRAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHH?HHHH!
pocketdok: *coughs*
blow_em_up: * .D * HRAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!
itsablublur: HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?AUGH!
rocketsredg1are: Well, that was fun. ( |^]
blow_em_up: Yeah. *grin* Still not gonna help you beat me in the future.
rocketsredg1are: HRAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHH LIES! I CAN SEE THINGS TO COME!
blow_em_up: Think all y' see is the inside of that helmet.
rocketsredg1are: Liesssssss!
blow_em_up: *actually she's gonna lean over and grab that helmet*
rocketsredg1are: Hey! Waht are you- *oh. Well, all right. Whatever* [|:^\
pocketdok: *goes to put the tea water on, smiling and shaking his head*
blow_em_up: *puts the helmet on, now she's all blind* Seriously mate. *tilts it back so she can look at him*
rocketsredg1are: *snort* Seriously nothing. I had a bullet bounce off that helmet the other day. You oughta get your own.
blow_em_up: Think I'll stick with being just half blind. *but she's not going to take the helmet off, noooo*
blu_bruiser: *Not exactly sure what he walked in on, but hey, there's a lady! Cue no problems at all with the current situation* What, were we havin' a party down here or something? Swapping hats and the like, too. Guess I missed that. *cracks a grin, leaning on the doorframe*
blow_em_up: Hey there big man! Y' missed the shouting.
rocketsredg1are: YOU CAN SHOUT NOW. THIS ROOM IS ONLY FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE SHOUTED! HRAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!
itsablublur: *grabs the helmet and wears it atop his own hat* Pfft... Like he's gonna do that.
blu_bruiser: Ohh, no, I didn't. Heard that on the way down, and that's what brought me. Do I even wanna know what you guys were doi--Jesus Christ, Sarge.
rocketsredg1are: HAAAAAA RAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!
blow_em_up: Hey! *swats Dan's arm*
blu_bruiser: ...is this really what was goin' on. *Just pushes his sunglasses down, looking pretty damn amused*
rocketsredg1are: YES.
pocketdok: *comes back to let the water boil, plucking the helmet off of Dan's head from behind him to look at it* I really do not know how any of you Soldiers can vork viz zese zings wobbling around on your heads.
blow_em_up: *and back to Rod* Yeah, it was. Y' should try it. HAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!
rocketsredg1are: *what is this, uniform inspection day?*
blu_bruiser: *Might as well give it a shot* WELL ALRIGHT THEN. *Time to waltz on in and pat Dok on the back as he goes* SEE YOU GOT THE DOC SOCIALIZING. GOOD, HE NEEDS IT.
rocketsredg1are: YES. HE IS A FINE SHOUT WHEN HE MAKES THE EFFORT!
itsablublur: *arm is swatted at * * XD *
blu_bruiser: Wait, you got hi--YOU GOT HIM TO YELL? DAMN.
itsablublur: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUGH
pocketdok: *was just putting the helmet on his own head when the pat nearly stumbles him* Vhat? Oh Gott, no vonder you shout all ze time, every sound is amplified in here!
rocketsredg1are: HRAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
blow_em_up: It's been a good day for shouting and it's been fun.
rocketsredg1are: THEY NEVER BELIEVE ME WHEN I TELL THEM IT'S FUN. 9_9
blow_em_up: Well I believe y' Sunshine.
rocketsredg1are: THANK YOU, MISS.
pocketdok: *takes the helmet off, the top of his hair all fluffed up. Isn't going to mention that it smells a little odd, to boot*
itsablublur: *laughs at Dok's hair*
pocketdok: *shoots him a glare* Vhat is so funny?
itsablublur: *snorts* Your hair is all over the place.
rocketsredg1are: YOUR LITTLE CURLY-DOO IS MUSSED. *makes a twirly gesture at his own forehead*
pocketdok: *looks up, like that's going to do anything, and reaches up to asses the condition* Oh for goodness'sake.. *tries to smooth it down*
blu_bruiser: *takes what appears to be a switchblade out of his pocket before handing it to Dok* I THINK THIS'LL WORK BETTER.
pocketdok: *doesn't see it until it's out at him, leaning away* No, zank you. I vould razher see a barber.
blu_bruiser: Relax, man. *presses a button, causing a comb to flip out* There. See?
pocketdok: Oh.. eheh. *takes it, plopping the helmet back down over Dan's head* Zank you. Interesting tool.
blow_em_up: *and since it's now back in reach she'll steal the helmet back*
itsablublur: *nooooooo, the helmeeeet! tries to grab the helmet again *
blow_em_up: *smacks his hand away*
rocketsredg1are: Son, your tiny head couldn't fit in that.
blu_bruiser: ...it is kinda tiny, now that I look at it. *rubs his chin, staring at Dan*
itsablublur: No, it's your big head that's full of hot air. That's why it doesn't fit you!
blow_em_up: Yer makin' no sense, lamb. *helmet is now back on her head*
blu_bruiser: *time for some not-so-sneaky attempts at slipping the helmet off from the back!*
blow_em_up: *and her new hat is gone again, damnit* Hey!
blu_bruiser: Oh, would you look at that! *holds it up out of her reach, grinning* Wonder where this goes.
pocketdok: *is busy trying to fix his hair, he can feel that one stubborn curl on top sticking up, the same one he has to wax down every morning*
blow_em_up: *she's sitting down and even standing up she wouldn't stand a chance. You get a thwack on the belly, Rod*
blu_bruiser: *it actually takes him a second to register that he got hit, and he just starts laughing before putting the helmet on his head. He can just fix his hair later*
pocketdok: *gives up, letting the curl win this time as he managed to figure out how to fold the comb back into the handle* Here you... oh. *Seems Rod was quite occupied*
blu_bruiser: Hm--? Oh! Right. *pushes the helmet up in order to locate Dok, taking the comb back and slipping it into one of his pockets* Close enough, huh?
itsablublur: * snrks *
rocketsredg1are: *bemused that everyone seems to be having such fun with his helmet*
blu_bruiser: Sarge, do you ever wash this thing? It kinda...smells weird. *wrinkles his nose, looking around a bit. Sunglasses plus helmet equals a bad idea, to no surprise.*
rocketsredg1are: And just how the hell would you go about washing it, Hamsteak?
itsablublur: Use soap.
blu_bruiser: Hamstea--if you're makin' a fat joke, I'll have you know that this's all muscle. *HUFF* And then I'd be happy to punch you. *still, he cracks a smile*
rocketsredg1are: How's about you use that elbow grease you're bragging about to wash my helmet if you're so damn worried about it?
blu_bruiser: Not my problem. *takes it off and gives it a spin, grinning* You're the one that's gotta run around with this on your head, not me.
rocketsredg1are: Exactly.
blu_bruiser: Has anybody asked you how you even see in this? Because really, I don't get it.(
blow_em_up: Think we've all commented on it the day. *snort* He just says he can see the future.
rocketsredg1are: I don't. I just yell a lot and wait for the vibrations to bounce back. Smartass.
blow_em_up: Alright, Batman.
itsablublur: *laughs*
itsablublur: So that's how it works!
pocketdok: *Realization in 3...2...1* ... Oh.
blu_bruiser: If he can see the future, I'm Elvis. *chuckles, tossing the helmet back to Soldier* Echo-whatever, huh.
pocketdok: *hears the pot start to whistle, going back into the kitchen to shut it off* Tea, anyvone? Rod?
itsablublur: *hums* na-na-na-na Batman! *snerks*
blow_em_up: Go on, could do with a cuppa.
blu_bruiser: Oh, uh. Sure, I guess. *eyebrow raise*
itsablublur: *expect Soldier to have a rant about coffee being the American drink and stuff like that*
pocketdok: *Nods, going up on his toes to get the mugs. Damn it, who kept putting them back up there when he keeps putting them on the middle shelf?*
itsablublur: *gonna go help Dok out* *:3*
blu_bruiser: ...you need some help there? *leans on in*
pocketdok: *manages to hook one with his finger to bring it down* I can get it, zank you...
blow_em_up: ... y'know Sunshine, y should take the helmet off more often, s'good to know y' actually have eyes.
blu_bruiser: *just gonna go right in anyway and get a few more down in case more than the expected number wants anything* There we go.
pocketdok: *sighs* Zank you, Rod.
blu_bruiser: No problem. Figure I'm at least good for gettin' up there, huh? *grins*
pocketdok: Indeed. I should keep you around more often. *goes about putting tea bags into the mugs*
itsablublur: *oh* *oh well, got already an helper... *
itsablublur: Can I have a cup too please?
pocketdok: Of course. *plops another tea bag in for him* *Pours water into each of the cups*
rocketsredg1are: *puts his helmet firmly back on his head* ( |^\
blu_bruiser: You and your teabagging shit. *snorts, shaking his head*
blow_em_up: That's no fun mister.
pocketdok: I zought you said you vanted some also?
blu_bruiser: I'm willing to give it a go. Didn't kill me the first time. *shrug*
itsablublur: *will go steal the Soldier's hat while the tea is getting infused *
rocketsredg1are: *humph, these people* *...let's him have the damn helmet*
itsablublur: * 8D Yay! * * will totally use it as a drum instead of wearing it *
rocketsredg1are: [|:^\
blow_em_up: Don't look so grumpy, Sunshine *nudge*
pocketdok: *smirks, picking up his and another mug to bring to Molly*
itsablublur: *is having too much fun with this and is actually not too bad at actual drumming you know * * like it's not just banging on it for the sake of banging on something. there's actual rythm there*
blu_bruiser: *picks a mug and takes a sip, making a face at it before fetching one of the other ones and bringing it back into the common room*
blow_em_up: *tea sip* This has sure been the most interesting meal I've had here so far.
itsablublur: *nods*
pocketdok: I agree.
itsablublur: Too bad for them, but helps when the grumps are not there.
pocketdok: Oh, I do not count zis time? *sips*
rocketsredg1are: Nope. You shouted. *simple as that, really*
pocketdok: Ptch! Is zat all it takes?
rocketsredg1are: Morale, Sour Kraut! We got it. Grumps don't. That's why we're eating bacon and eggs for breakfast and they're hiding where ever it is they go when they ain't working.
blow_em_up: And the more y' take part the less of a grump y'll be.
itsablublur: Naw, you're cool Dok. Usually if you grump it's because you don't want us to do too much stupid stuff. And at least you don't go and do the stupid stuff you grumps about right after. Except yelling. But that's just fun.
blu_bruiser: How'd you guys even manage to drag him out? *eyebrow raise* Without pickin' him up, that is. No offense, Dok, but you don't get out much.
pocketdok: *narrows his eyes a little* I do have to eat...
itsablublur: My cooking does the trick apparently. *snorts*
blow_em_up: Say I see more of him around than RED Engineer or Sniper at the moment. Can't say I'm complaining much about the lack of Sniper though.
blu_bruiser: Aw, don't get wound up. *shoulderpat directed at Dok* S'good that you're comin' out of your hole! Nothing wrong with a little socializing with the people that're coverin' your ass during hours. *bright smile*
rocketsredg1are: Covering HIS ass? *skeptic look*
itsablublur: I've hardly seen the RED Engineer since he came here. * o3o *
blu_bruiser: ...what. You're supposed to protect your Medic. *shoots Soldier a mildly confused look*
itsablublur: And for that matter I haven't really seen Sid either, probably would have liked the whole thing this morning.
rocketsredg1are: Yeah, but that's mostly because he's the one doing the covering. If you're doing it right anyway.
itsablublur: I think you,re taking that a bit too literally, Sunshine.
blow_em_up: *to Dan* He hides in one of the other buildings, even got a bed in there.
blu_bruiser: Waaaait-- *As a lightbulb goes off, that expression turns into a moderately disgusted stare as he lifts his hand from Dok's shoulder*
itsablublur: Oh, really? I mean, sure if he wants to do his own thing but I don't know. Maybe we should go bother the guy at some point.
pocketdok: ...*looks utterly confused, looking between the Soldier and the Heavy* Vhat?
rocketsredg1are: All I'm saying is, a good Medic is the one making sure you're not getting mowed down. You should be aware too, be a meat shield and absorb damage while he's got the beam on you, but as the firepower, you're responsible for the offense. You're not watching his ass. He's watching yours. So don't be acting like he owes you the favor of his company.
blu_bruiser: Youuuu kinda misunderstood me there, man. *shakes his head, taking another sip of his tea* The more we all sit around and talk, the better we're gonna know each other. And that's gonna come in handy during battle, especially when those damn Spybots are roaming around. And really, we're all coverin' each other, if you look at it. Some way or another. *Shruuug*
rocketsredg1are: If we're doing it right anyway.
blu_bruiser: 'Zactly. And it's probably unhealthy to sit somewhere off when the lot of us are the only available human contact, y'know? Not saying that our doctor here's got a problem or anything, but. Rockefeller's an example.
pocketdok: *he had been preoccupied trying to pay attention to both conversations AND not burn his tongue on his tea, so he had missed some parts of what was said, but he got it now. As much as he might have taken offence to what Rod had said at first, he knew that he was pretty useless when it came to having to go on the offensive*
rocketsredg1are: That little shit's gonna learn sooner or later. Just you wait.
pocketdok: Some people prefer company all day. I do not. I value a little time alone, somezing I do not get as often as I vould like around here.
blu_bruiser: Yeah, when we're all suddenly high-class members of society and not mercs. *snort*
blow_em_up: We got a whole bunch of guys here who should really try talking to people.
itsablublur: *stops his drumming and makes faces at the conversation *
rocketsredg1are: ( |^\ Nobody told you to stop, Babaloo.
pocketdok: I agree. I zink I have only spoken to Sid vonce or tvice since he returned. For a vhile I zought ze ozher Engineer had left und he came back to fill ze spot!
blu_bruiser: ...can't remember if I'm supposed to punch him in the face or not. *rubs his chin thoughtfully, frowning* Hm.
itsablublur: Nobody told me to start either so I can stop when I want. * pfft *
blow_em_up: Well, think Sniper covered punching him in the face when he arrived.
itsablublur: That was shitty of him, but pfft... Like I'm surprised anymore by that.
blow_em_up: At least I can say he hasn't punched me in the face yet.
rocketsredg1are: I don't think he have the nerve to hit a lady. Knows everyone else would kick his ass to Timbuktu.
blow_em_up: Never mind you lot, I'd do the kicking myself.
rocketsredg1are: No one said you weren't invited!
blow_em_up: Good, just hope y' all are gentlemen and let the lady go first.
itsablublur: Of course. *:D *