rocketsredglare (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rocketsredglare) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
capthepoint2013-07-15 11:47 am
rocketsredglare) wrote in capthepoint2013-07-15 11:47 am
RP Chat Log: Critical Consumerism
Who: Civilian and BLU Soldier
Where: Upgrade Shop
When: July 14th
What: Soldier finally does his patriotic duty and learns to capitalism.
rocketsredg1are: SHOPKEEP!
bloodonmysuit: Hmm? *he perks up, looking towards that booming tone.* Oh, Soldier. How can I possibly help you today?
rocketsredg1are: I'm looking to requisition some equipment! The RED's maggot Soldier is trying to rocketjump and he keeps shooting his own feet off! *kids these days, he tells ya* I want some Gunboats for him. Think we can put an order in?
bloodonmysuit: *Civilian's brows raise briefly.* Oh, yes, I was wondering what all that noise was... *Taking a small notepad from his vest pocket, he quickly scribbles down a reminder.* Certainly, certainly. Shouldn't be too hard to come by - I will have them ready within the next few days.
rocketsredg1are: It was the sound of screaming eagles! More screaming, less eagle in his case!
bloodonmysuit: *he chuckles* Yes, I'm positive it was quite majestic to behold. The fledgling eagle learning to take flight...
rocketsredg1are: Chicken more like. Kid's afraid to get close to the front. *considers and a marvelous plan occurs to him* You have any upgrades of that sort in the meantime? Anything that absorbs self-inflicted damage? Or hell, just any sort of damage.
bloodonmysuit: The shoes, for one... *he began, then took on a thoughtful appearance as he mulled over his options.* *Then, an idea dawns.* Oh. There's always the canteens.
rocketsredg1are: Yarn Ball's got enough excuses to lollygag and take breaks as it is.
bloodonmysuit: *Again, a laugh.* No-no, it is not just a drink. Effectively, it is a bottled, concentrated dose of the Medic's equipment. The effects are very brief, but you can be invulnerable, or even enjoy guaranteed 'crits'.
rocketsredg1are: Huh! Liquid ubercharge to save his own ass might- guaranteed crits?
bloodonmysuit: *Civilian nods.* Briefly.
rocketsredg1are: Well hell, Storefront, why didn't you ever say you had something worth a damn back there?
bloodonmysuit: I had a bit of trouble speaking to all of you about ANY of the upgrades... *he says with a sigh.*
rocketsredg1are: Well, you have to talk louder! I don't need any of this larger clip, faster rocket, more damage horseshit! The rocket launcher is precision instrument! Any changes to the workings throw the whole thing off kilter! But crits? *matter of fact* I love crits.
bloodonmysuit: Well, then - have I got a deal for you. *he grins slyly.* But perhaps that is a bit unnecessary for simply training... *Civy adds, visibly thinking again.* There is actually something a bit more appropriate. A launcher with rockets that only release a great deal of pressure, used just for your 'jumping'.
rocketsredg1are: No, no! You can't learn to rocketjump without breaking a few ankles. What I'm talking about here is bubblewrapping his ass in battle so he can stop being a maggot and start fighting offensively like he's supposed to.
bloodonmysuit: *shrugs* Very well, then - canteens it is. A little bottle of liquid courage.~
rocketsredg1are: How much of this crit sauce do you have to drink?
bloodonmysuit: Not much, just a quick swig. The canteens only carry a few doses at a time.
rocketsredg1are: *a thought occurs* What does "concentrated Medic equipment" taste like?
bloodonmysuit: It, emm... *he blinks* ...actually, I do not know. I have never...tried it.
rocketsredg1are: Maybe we oughta sample it then.
bloodonmysuit: Hmm. Well, if you insist. *He sounds perfectly curious himself. Civy obtains one of the canteens - of the kritz variety - and hands it over to Soldier.*
rocketsredg1are: *unscrews the cap and gives the contents a cautionary sniff* It smells like a doctor's office. *mans the fuck up and takes a drink. It's... medicinal, but not like medicine itself. More like antiseptic? It was sort of like a syrupy mouthwash. Soldier couldn't tell if it was burning or just tingling very hard* That's a hell of an aftertaste, I'll tell you that.
bloodonmysuit: Hmm! Well, you'd be pumping out some very dangerous ordinance right now, if only you were equipped.
rocketsredg1are: Clipboard, I am always equipped! *whips out that riding crop of his and smacks it on the counter, leaving an admirable dent* That's not bad. *inspecting his handiwork* Not bad at all.
bloodonmysuit: Wh-what was THAT? *he exclaims sharply, looking at the fresh crater.* Soldier!
rocketsredg1are: What? ( |^D
bloodonmysuit: You just....! *he gestures wildly towards the impact site* LOOK.
rocketsredg1are: Yeah, this stuff works pretty good! And that was just with a riding crop! Imagine what a shovel would've done! Show that to anyone else you're trying to sell critsauce to.
bloodonmysuit: *hand over face. So hard.* *Civy sighs - that dent is just going to be a permanent thing now.* Yes, I suppose you are correct... certainly effective.
rocketsredg1are: Outstanding! Let me know when Craft Fair's boots arrive. *sees himself out, hitting more things with his crop just to put Civilian on edge, though luckily the crit effect has worn off*
Where: Upgrade Shop
When: July 14th
What: Soldier finally does his patriotic duty and learns to capitalism.
rocketsredg1are: SHOPKEEP!
bloodonmysuit: Hmm? *he perks up, looking towards that booming tone.* Oh, Soldier. How can I possibly help you today?
rocketsredg1are: I'm looking to requisition some equipment! The RED's maggot Soldier is trying to rocketjump and he keeps shooting his own feet off! *kids these days, he tells ya* I want some Gunboats for him. Think we can put an order in?
bloodonmysuit: *Civilian's brows raise briefly.* Oh, yes, I was wondering what all that noise was... *Taking a small notepad from his vest pocket, he quickly scribbles down a reminder.* Certainly, certainly. Shouldn't be too hard to come by - I will have them ready within the next few days.
rocketsredg1are: It was the sound of screaming eagles! More screaming, less eagle in his case!
bloodonmysuit: *he chuckles* Yes, I'm positive it was quite majestic to behold. The fledgling eagle learning to take flight...
rocketsredg1are: Chicken more like. Kid's afraid to get close to the front. *considers and a marvelous plan occurs to him* You have any upgrades of that sort in the meantime? Anything that absorbs self-inflicted damage? Or hell, just any sort of damage.
bloodonmysuit: The shoes, for one... *he began, then took on a thoughtful appearance as he mulled over his options.* *Then, an idea dawns.* Oh. There's always the canteens.
rocketsredg1are: Yarn Ball's got enough excuses to lollygag and take breaks as it is.
bloodonmysuit: *Again, a laugh.* No-no, it is not just a drink. Effectively, it is a bottled, concentrated dose of the Medic's equipment. The effects are very brief, but you can be invulnerable, or even enjoy guaranteed 'crits'.
rocketsredg1are: Huh! Liquid ubercharge to save his own ass might- guaranteed crits?
bloodonmysuit: *Civilian nods.* Briefly.
rocketsredg1are: Well hell, Storefront, why didn't you ever say you had something worth a damn back there?
bloodonmysuit: I had a bit of trouble speaking to all of you about ANY of the upgrades... *he says with a sigh.*
rocketsredg1are: Well, you have to talk louder! I don't need any of this larger clip, faster rocket, more damage horseshit! The rocket launcher is precision instrument! Any changes to the workings throw the whole thing off kilter! But crits? *matter of fact* I love crits.
bloodonmysuit: Well, then - have I got a deal for you. *he grins slyly.* But perhaps that is a bit unnecessary for simply training... *Civy adds, visibly thinking again.* There is actually something a bit more appropriate. A launcher with rockets that only release a great deal of pressure, used just for your 'jumping'.
rocketsredg1are: No, no! You can't learn to rocketjump without breaking a few ankles. What I'm talking about here is bubblewrapping his ass in battle so he can stop being a maggot and start fighting offensively like he's supposed to.
bloodonmysuit: *shrugs* Very well, then - canteens it is. A little bottle of liquid courage.~
rocketsredg1are: How much of this crit sauce do you have to drink?
bloodonmysuit: Not much, just a quick swig. The canteens only carry a few doses at a time.
rocketsredg1are: *a thought occurs* What does "concentrated Medic equipment" taste like?
bloodonmysuit: It, emm... *he blinks* ...actually, I do not know. I have never...tried it.
rocketsredg1are: Maybe we oughta sample it then.
bloodonmysuit: Hmm. Well, if you insist. *He sounds perfectly curious himself. Civy obtains one of the canteens - of the kritz variety - and hands it over to Soldier.*
rocketsredg1are: *unscrews the cap and gives the contents a cautionary sniff* It smells like a doctor's office. *mans the fuck up and takes a drink. It's... medicinal, but not like medicine itself. More like antiseptic? It was sort of like a syrupy mouthwash. Soldier couldn't tell if it was burning or just tingling very hard* That's a hell of an aftertaste, I'll tell you that.
bloodonmysuit: Hmm! Well, you'd be pumping out some very dangerous ordinance right now, if only you were equipped.
rocketsredg1are: Clipboard, I am always equipped! *whips out that riding crop of his and smacks it on the counter, leaving an admirable dent* That's not bad. *inspecting his handiwork* Not bad at all.
bloodonmysuit: Wh-what was THAT? *he exclaims sharply, looking at the fresh crater.* Soldier!
rocketsredg1are: What? ( |^D
bloodonmysuit: You just....! *he gestures wildly towards the impact site* LOOK.
rocketsredg1are: Yeah, this stuff works pretty good! And that was just with a riding crop! Imagine what a shovel would've done! Show that to anyone else you're trying to sell critsauce to.
bloodonmysuit: *hand over face. So hard.* *Civy sighs - that dent is just going to be a permanent thing now.* Yes, I suppose you are correct... certainly effective.
rocketsredg1are: Outstanding! Let me know when Craft Fair's boots arrive. *sees himself out, hitting more things with his crop just to put Civilian on edge, though luckily the crit effect has worn off*