Christmas Party~

[precursor_dax]

Characters: EVERYONE!!!
When: Dec. 24th(evening) - 25th(all day)
Where: The Eco Barrel(Daxter's club)
Rating: PG(may go up)
Summary: Daxter promised a Christmas party. Here it is~

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[hasstandards]

It was as BLU made his way down through the food that RED spotted him, his tall frame standing out amongst the crowd, which wasn't too hard when most of the party-goers seemed to be of the short and/or talking animal... person variety.

A part of Sniper wanted to hide as much as humanly possible, though given that he was stuck in a wheelchair, still wearing that ridiculous hooded number with the pointed ears, and had nothing to cover him save for a couple of blankets, he didn't think it was likely he'd go unnoticed for long, even if he didn't say anything to his rival. He wasn't terribly inconspicuous, and chances were Pyro had told his fellow Sniper that she'd be bringing him to the party whether he liked it or not.

In that light, he decided he might try taking advantage of the situation instead. "Oi, mate!" he called in a loud whisper, hoping to attract his rival's attention and no one else's. "This way!"

[hasstandards]

"Hm." Both of them with a limp- it was one commonality he didn't need with his rival, especially if he intended on hunting down his attacker eventually. And of course, that was exactly what he had in mind. He was not about to let someone get away with his weapons and the blow to his pride like that.

"She's still treatin' me more like a dog than a person at times," he continued, flinching as the ear on his sweater was touched. He was almost getting used to it, as her displays of affection were a daily occurrence that accompanied her visits. "Though she's been over there with the Doc most of the night. Maybe she'll forget I'm over here and I can get Ringo to pull me to my house after all."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"If ya ask me, she don't know th' difference. Probably from bein' stuck in that suit all th' time. Lost her ability t' talk t' folks." Which was entirely different from the two Snipers not being able to talk to people. They just didn't need anyone telling them how to live or what to do. Completely different.

"Saw him earlier playin' in th' snow. I'll send 'im yer way for sleigh dog duty." BLU couldn't hold back the grin from the mental image of RED in a wheelchair, still in that dog hood, being carted around by a small fluffy puppy while in a wheelchair.

[hasstandards]

In a way, RED could understand that- she had been cut off from everyone for so long, it made sense the only one who she felt understood her was that awful blob she kept for a pet. There were times he had to admit he felt the same, that he couldn't relate to people as well as he did to his own solidarity; however, it was a necessity for the job, as it was for her and the suit. It was a sacrifice, one that was harder to make for others than it was for himself. He was just fortunate to have never liked too much company, anyway.

Save for a chosen few, of course. He adjusted the red blanket on his lap. "He was here earlier," RED said after another sip, putting the drink aside as it chilled him a bit too much. "Left me with a blanket. I don't know where he got it or who sold it to 'im, but I wasn't about to complain. S'freezing in here."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"He's a damn fine dog." BLU put down his empty bottle and crossed his arms, watching the assembled partygoers with a critical eye.

"Tell me about it, I'm not used t' this kind 'f weather." Hence he was wearing his hat AND his anger hood, just trying to stay warm. "Most 'f th' folks here seem used to it. From what Daxter tells me about his hometown, where we come from is th' most stable of all of 'em." That was actually a scary thought when it came right down to it. The place where he was hired to fight in a fake war against a company that was technically owned by the same people as the company he worked for. At least it paid well and it was doing what Sniper wanted to do anyway. He wasn't about to complain.

[hasstandards]

There was a moment of silence, RED's mind turning to the unfortunate topic of home and all the stability he no longer had. Gone was his job, a day-in-day-out routine of endless challenges he thrived in; gone were his parents, the only people he admitted to holding dear. He no longer had his weapons, nor did he know where the man who took them had hidden them, or if they were still intact at all. That left him with what? A rival and two teammates, one of them actually from his base, and said Sawmill teammate treated him like a pet in the most embarrassing fashion possible.

Needless to say, he wasn't feeling terribly positive about what he had versus what he'd lost. "D'ya think we'll ever make it back?"

[bye_to_yer_head]

BLU frowned, he didn't really want to think about the prospect of going home. Because thinking about it meant that he might be forced to the conclusion that he was stuck here for good with no hope of returning. And while this place wasn't the most awful place he could think of, it was definitely boring and not somewhere he wanted to spend extended periods of time. "I'd think so. People come an' go all th' toime. An' if they were jus' dying there'd be bodies all over th' place."

He reached up to scratch the scar across his cheek, thinking a bit more than he would have liked about that whole prospect. "This'll be fun t' explain t' the Administrator. 'Sorry I wasn't helpin' th' lads with th' cart, I was stuck talkin' t' a bunch 'f bloody animals who think they're people.' Sure that'll go over roight well."

[hasstandards]

RED smirked, a low chuckle actually escaping him at that mental image. "Found us a new Medic, boss. She's got ears and a tail, but she seems a right fit for the job."

Not that he wanted any of those talking animal types on the battlefield. It didn't seem like the place for them, especially those who didn't seem cut out for a fight. They survived in a place like Paradise, and for all he knew, it was safer than their own worlds. It supposedly was for them, despite what his injuries would have anyone believe- and yet, people were disappearing. Where did they go? And was there any way to find out?

[bye_to_yer_head]

"She also thinks she's a demon. She'll fit roight in with th' rest 'f th' blokes." He rolled his eyes before continuing. "I'm startin' t' think th' lot of us from RED an' BLU are th' only normal people around here. Everyone else is part animal or some sort of bloody mutant."

[hasstandards]

"Hn. Strange when we're the ones comin' from a place where being maimed on a daily basis is expected, yet we're the normal ones by comparison. Hard to say that about Pyro and Medic, of course, but we dinkum Aussies aren't so bad."

And that was the honest truth, as far as he was concerned. Medic was insane, Pyro had the mind of a child, but him and his rival? Perfectly fine examples of Australians.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"So far I haven't had t' try an' explain that to anyone. But I'm not expectin' a warm reception when I do. Especially since th' lot 'f 'em don't know what a respawn is." He snorted before heading over to grab himself another beer.

"I'm tryin' t' imagine a world without Mann Co., it's not lookin' real pretty."

[hasstandards]

RED watched as BLU grabbed another drink, his not even halfway down. Knowing he couldn't just waltz over and grab a second one, as well as figuring that the nurses wouldn't be happy to have a drunken patient in their ward, he was willing to take his time with this drink. Savor it a little.

"Agreed. I don't s'ppose the catalogs still exist in this time, or that they'd even get them here. Can't help but wonder what kinds of things they'd have in 'em if they did, though."

[bye_to_yer_head]

It wasn't his first, or even his third, if there was free booze and food he aimed to take full advantage of it. But he wasn't yet showing any signs of having consumed that much beer.

"Probably all kinds of complicated contraptions we don't need. I can't even figure out why th' microwave exists. Waste 'f space."

[hasstandards]

"They have those here?" RED questioned. It really shouldn't have surprised him, given how far in the future they were, but he'd never even seen a microwave- not before or since his arrival. From the sound of what it did, he had to agree with BLU: it did sound like a waste of space.

"Might have some nice new weapons, though," he continued. "I'll take the trusty old stuff any day, but I do like a new weapon in my hands every now and then."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"There's one on my counter. I've been usin' it t' melt wax for my arrows. Guess it's useful fer somethin', jus' don't know what yet. Th' coffemaker is noice. It's got this alarm setup where it'll turn on every mornin' at a set toime without ya even' having t' get up. Unnecessary, but since its there I'm gonna bloody well use it." When he was finally returned to his own time and his old life, the one thing he was going to miss was that coffee maker. Waking up every morning to the smell of fresh coffee was one of lifes little pleasures.

"True. Maybe a few new tricks t' keep Spies from knifin' us."

[hasstandards]

"Hopefully, we'll never see a Spy in this place," RED said through his teeth, trying to recall if he'd had a microwave in his townhouse. It occurred to him even if he did, he probably wouldn't recognize it, given he'd never seen one in person and it would presumably be some kind of future-microwave.

He was definitely going to see about that coffeemaker, though. Sounded right handy.

"Though if one does show up, I suppose I should be grateful to have Pyro around. She'll be thrilled I stop tellin' her nick off."