wellbase:

The results are in, TFI employees:

• Battle Summary:

RED team stepped up their game this week! Based on an unconventional method of Engineer capture, BLU managed to make one steal, however, that was not enough for them to win. As the round was coming to a close, RED persisted their way to making the last steal, ultimately leading to their victory.

• Intel Capture Tally: 

1.    • Desidéria Serafim.
2.    • Hana Wilson.
3.   • Leroy O’Leary.

• WINNER:
  
  

• MVPS:
                     

• 1st: Leroy O’Leary.                                         1st: Anja Engström.

• 2nd: Dr. Evana Hejlesen.                                2nd: Hana Wilson.

• 3rd: ’Zmeya’                                                   3rd: Zamira Strider.  

As always, MVPS will receive a bonus in their paychecks. Anyone with lasting damage from battles should see their team’s medic immediately. Problems with respawn should be reported to administration. 

MVP? What? She hardly accomplished anything that battle… Heck, did she even shoot anybody? Doubt it… “Ah well. I ain’t gonna question it,” and with that, it was time to find the other MVPs and congratulate them… Along with introduce herself. Cough.

hallucinari-mentis:

He leaned back, clasping his chin and peering at her thoughtfully. He was prone to long bouts of quiet and pondering, at almost awkwardly placed times. “..Huh. What’s that like?” Oh God, then his age. It was obviously a topic that irked him. In a hushed voice Maurice muttered, “..Thirty. .. Thirty-three.” Then glanced off with a cough.

”Ha! I can see that. S’why I where a hat.” He fiddled with the brim of his jeep cap, “Plus it reminds me of the time I did service to our country.” A bit of mockery in his tone? Well, it was definitely on the teasing side. He loved this country, but he also had some qualms with how it was run, that’s forsure. “Definitely not, more power to the ladies. An’ if that happens I guess I’d deserve it, so.” Shrugs, “What can ya do? I’ll try to control my tongue, though.” With a quiet chuckle he poked said tongue out and bit down on it to demonstrate. Silly Maury. 

“What’s it like? Prob’ly exactly as ya think it is, give or take. Get up real early, eat breakfast, work, eat lunch, work, eat dinner, head t’ bed. There’s some freetime in between all that, but not enough t’ comment on. An’ sometimes we got free days ‘cause we had t’ head int’ town fer somethin’, or there was a rodeo one o’ us was participatin’ in,” Zamira shrugged slightly, “How ‘bout ya? Where’re ya from?” She smiled gently, letting out a light laugh, “Darlin’, ya act like thirty-three’s a big deal. I got brothers older than ya, thirty-three ain’t old at all,” she laughed again.

“I try t’ wear a hat, but people like ya tend t’ knock it off my head somehow, so Ah’ve gotten used t’ not wearin’ it so much outside o’ battle,” she sighed half-heartedly, sending a pointed glare up his way. It didn’t last long, though, and soon she was back to grinning, giggling slightly. She shook her head at Maury. “Somehow, I doubt that’ll achieve anythin’, but a’ight.” 

“Heh, thank ya kindly, Jenni. It’d be a whole heck o’ a lot better if we’d won, though… Oh well, there’s always next time, right?” she smiled slightly.

OOC: XD They haven’t but shhhh. We’ll just pretend that they bumped into each other at some point and at least know their names. >.>

hallucinari-mentis:

scoutzammy:

hallucinari-mentis:

“Sir?” He scoffed, “Call me Maury. Maybe m’older n’you, but I ain’t no square, Lil Lady. God dang, all you women in this base is way too polite.” He placed a hand on his hip expectantly, but was quickly distracted by her question. Hm. Tap at his chin he must. “..S’like a skull massage, stimulates blood flow in the scalp. ..Y’know brushin’ y’hair actually does help with’at? Mhm. N’so do Maury noogies. Promotes long, luxurious tresses~” 

“Sorry, it’s a habit. Growin’ up in Texas, callin’ someone older than ya sir or ma’am is kinda beat int’ ya,” she shrugged apologetically, smiling, “Ah’ll try t’ call ya Maury, but dun be surprised if I slip, si- Maury,” cue the giggle and sheepish grin. “Well I thank ya fer bein’ bein’ kind ‘nough t’ do somethin’ like that fer li’l ol’ me, but I dun need no “long, luxurious tresses” as ya call ‘em,” she said with a huff.

“Texas, huh? Izzit as …” Think of a polite way to say it, Maurice, “..Southerny as I’ve heard? Cows, hats, the whole shibang? V’only been to Florida n’the inbetween states .. .. Then never back again. outside of TFI travel, I’m talkin’.” Another thoughtful scritch at his sideburn, “Well s’no big deal, but’cha gonna make me feel old withit. ..I really don’t wanna be old yet, y’know, pffft. Stupid linear time.” The jive medic broke into a wheezy chuckle, then shook his head. “No long luxurious Rapunzel tresses for you, huh, Scootaloo? Shame. ..Guess this work don’t bring in alotta princesses, though, do it? .. Our one sniper has some pretty hair..” He spaced out in thought for a bit, “..Huh. Our team really do gotta lotta girls in it, don’t it..?” Gives a whistle, “Dayum. I gotta be more social.” Griiiiin. “Though m’married to my work.”

She laughed, shaking her head as she shoved her hands in her pockets. Southerny, that was one way to put it. “Well, that all depends on where ye’re at. Ah’m from the more southern area, darn near on the border o’ Mexico. Small town, grew up on a farm with “cows, hats, the whole shibang” as ya put it,” she giggled with a slight smirk, “Nah, ya ain’t old. At least, ya dun look old. If ya dun mind me askin’, how old’re ya anyhow?” she asked, a slight head tilt and arched eyebrow following.

“Rapunzel hair? Heck no. I used t’ have long hair, it always got in the way when I was fightin’ or just workin’ in general,” she stuck out her tongue childishly. “Yeah, we kinda do got a lot o’ girls. Nothin’ wrong with that,” she held a mildly amused expression on her face, “Better watch how ya talk ‘round the other girls. I dunno what they’re like, but I get the feelin’ yer face might’ve had an abrupt meetin’ with somebody’s fist if ya said somethin’ like that ‘round the wrong one.”

hallucinari-mentis:

scoutzammy:

hallucinari-mentis replied to your post: 

“Hey, y’know it’s recommended y’get a noogie from y’physician every week. True story, m’a doctor after all.” He flashed her a wink, pulling back his jeep cap to smooth his hair back all slick-like. DOCTOR SMOOTH.

“If ya say so, sir,” Zamira laughed, shaking her head. Oh boy, he was quite the character… “An’ what exactly does gettin’ a noogie from yer physician help with, besides possibly givin’ ya a headache?” she asked, crossing her arms with a raised eyebrow.

“Sir?” He scoffed, “Call me Maury. Maybe m’older n’you, but I ain’t no square, Lil Lady. God dang, all you women in this base is way too polite.” He placed a hand on his hip expectantly, but was quickly distracted by her question. Hm. Tap at his chin he must. “..S’like a skull massage, stimulates blood flow in the scalp. ..Y’know brushin’ y’hair actually does help with’at? Mhm. N’so do Maury noogies. Promotes long, luxurious tresses~” 

“Sorry, it’s a habit. Growin’ up in Texas, callin’ someone older than ya sir or ma’am is kinda beat int’ ya,” she shrugged apologetically, smiling, “Ah’ll try t’ call ya Maury, but dun be surprised if I slip, si- Maury,” cue the giggle and sheepish grin. “Well I thank ya fer bein’ bein’ kind ‘nough t’ do somethin’ like that fer li’l ol’ me, but I dun need no “long, luxurious tresses” as ya call ‘em,” she said with a huff.

hallucinari-mentis replied to your post: “Yo, yeah, congrats from me, too, scootaloo.” Reaches down to give her a friendly noogie, UNFAMILIARITY DIDN’T PHASE HIM.

“Hey, y’know it’s recommended y’get a noogie from y’physician every week. True story, m’a doctor after all.” He flashed her a wink, pulling back his jeep cap to smooth his hair back all slick-like. DOCTOR SMOOTH.

“If ya say so, sir,” Zamira laughed, shaking her head. Oh boy, he was quite the character… “An’ what exactly does gettin’ a noogie from yer physician help with, besides possibly givin’ ya a headache?” she asked, crossing her arms with a raised eyebrow.

“Agh, I haven’t even gotten t’ see the bulletin yet, guys!” she laughed, shaking her head, “But thanks, Liam. Yeah, this time ya actually got it right,” she teased.

“Ah, thanks-” she got cut off by the noogie, the scout letting out a small squeak. “Ack, hey!” she giggled, pulling away. “Thanks fer the congrats. The noogie? Not so much,” she rubbed the top of her head.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” she laughed slightly, rubbing the back of her head, “I haven’t even gotten a chance t’ look at the bulletin yet…” she sighed sadly, shrugging a bit. “Yeah, better luck next time…”

dont-shootthemedic:

*It’s been more than a few weeks since arriving at the new base, and during those weeks, rather than face meeting her roommate and settling in the barracks, Sophie had set up camp in her office. Eventually, though, even she has to admit she’s being ridiculous; her roommate probably won’t bite, and if she does, well, Sophie’s sure she or one of the other medics on base have a vaccination for that. 

She pulls her suitcase down from the top of her drug cabinet and packs up to move into her assigned room, tossing her tequila bottle and whiskey in at the last minute after taking a gracious swig from the whiskey— because god knows she can’t do this completely sober—, and takes a moment to feel ashamed over how at-home she’s made herself in the office… Hm. Maybe that scared any potential patients away, the thought of a crazy hermit medic lady.

Pillow under her arm and suitcase in hand, she trudges through the base to the rooms, finding herself staring at the door to her assigned number, apprehensive, but with a warm buzz in her chest from the shot. The only thing left to do now is open the door and try to settle in.*

Zamira was sitting in her room, on her bed. Just… Sitting there, on her bed, staring at a piece of paper in front of her with a blank look on her face. She had felt lonely, sure, with her roommate not there but she was fine just being alone. In the room with two beds. Ok yeah she felt sad and lonely. She’d been too embarrassed to even hunt down her roommate and say hello. Wuss.

She sighed, rubbing her eyes. Gosh darn it, Zamira, just get your ass off the mattress and go to that office. You know where it is. It’s just a hop, a skip, and a quick run down the hall to the location. Nope, she was too much of a child to even go say hi.

“That’s it, Ah’m gettin’ up,” she muttered, hopping off the bed and sending her paper flying. Oops, better pick that up and put it on the table. Now she could leave. So with a sigh she yanked open the door, and nearly ran into the very medic she was about to go greet.

“Oh… Uh… Howdy?” she said, eyes wide as she backed up with a squeak, “Um… Welcome?”