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Miss Pauling ([personal profile] prpl_assistant) wrote2011-10-26 12:30 am

Memo 005: Pods

(After her conversations with Miss Ethelbert and the Captain, as well as her observations around town and the neighborhood, Miss Pauling quickly hurries back home and heads straight for the phone.)

Phone (filtered to the TF2 crew only)
Miss Pauling speaking here. This is urgent, are any of you around?

Action: around town with the BLU Medic
(It's not very often that you'll find the two of them together. But for today, it seems that Miss Pauling and the BLU Medic seem to be searching for something, or maybe even someone. With the Medic's track record though, it's probably one of the semi-droned people around Mayfield. Approach them at your own risk, especially if you've been podded.)

Action: Later, around town.
(She's heard that the RED Engineer isn't acting himself. That's good enough reason for her to start looking at those mysterious pods that have popped up all over town. She's about to rip one apart at this very moment. Did she rescue someone? Was it you? Or maybe you're just watching her, and you want to help her out?)
bye_to_yer_head: (huntsman)

[personal profile] bye_to_yer_head 2011-10-26 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
I wasn't home at 6:30.

*Yes he went to the bar straight after work.*

So they're droned but not? What makes 'em different than just themselves in a bad mood? I don't know that I wanna go shootin' my teammates without knowin' that there's a normal version of them around.

*He hesitates. Obviously it's no use to lie here, but he really wish he could.*

I moight 'ave. Why?
bye_to_yer_head: (scoped)

[personal profile] bye_to_yer_head 2011-10-26 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Invaders from space. Roight. Of course. Why wouldn't there be?

*He runs a hand over his face. He is just not awake enough for this. Drones and aliens and grave robbers it's all just too bizarre for his brain to process.*

So they act loike...

*In an instant he aims, fires and shoots that can right out of the air. It would take a lot of drinking for him to miss something the next morning. Especially only six or so feet away like this was.*

They act loike drones that are havin' bad days. Got it.
Edited 2011-10-26 00:23 (UTC)
bye_to_yer_head: (scoped)

[personal profile] bye_to_yer_head 2011-10-26 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
*He eyes the camper for a moment.*

I'll jus' walk. You take it.

*There's something that seems just ... wrong about taking RED's camper like that. He sure as hell wouldn't want RED driving his van, he'll return the favor to his counterpart.*

I'll go hit up th' rest of th' teams an' see how they're all doin'. You make sure Medic doesn't get himself killed somehow.
bye_to_yer_head: (camper)

[personal profile] bye_to_yer_head 2011-10-26 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Hngh.

*He eyes the camper again, putting his palm against the hood. He sure misses his own Land Rover. Seeing this thing is making him homesick in the worst way.*

Foine. I'll go make sure they're all not droned alien things. I'll let you know what I find.

*Still holding onto the rifle, he slings the shotgun over his shoulder and opens the door of the camper to climb into the cab.*

How about we don't tell RED I was drivin' around in his ride. I don't need t' give him more reason's to come gunnin' fer me.
bye_to_yer_head: (ominous)

[personal profile] bye_to_yer_head 2011-10-26 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
*He nods. And closes the door, running his hands over the steering wheel for a minute before heading on off to check on Engie.

For a very, very brief moment, he can pretend like none of this happened and he's back at home, heading to one of the bases. He resists touching anything in the camper he doesn't need to. He's not a Spy afterall, he doesn't want to pry into any of RED's personal stuff.*