1 - Video - [Arrival]

[buildinmysentry]

[[In comparison to one particular Pyro's (looking at you, Eugene) awkward fumbling with the 3STP, Engineer seems to have gotten the hang of the device rather quickly. The video feed turns on, and there's no mumbling or smacking it around--just the RED giving it a mildly confused look before realizing that oh hey it actually IS on. Well, he better

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[w_plus_m1]

[[

oh.

Pyro double-takes at the 3STP, looking at the Engineer on the screen. All Engineers dressed the same, but they didn't all sound the same. Maybe this was his Engineer.

Maybe.]]

...Mmmph.

[[He pushes up his mask again, showing only his jaw and mouth.]]

...Engineer?

[[He's hoping. He's hoping so much that it's his Engineer.]]

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[buildinmysentry]

[[Oh man, it is really, really nice to see a friendly fa--gas mask--oh god dammit just gonna say hear a familiar voice, okay. Kurt perks up some and smiles, grabbing the 3STP and pulling it closer so he can see better. He then recalls that maybe taking off his goggles is a good idea, so those will be pushed down off his face as well.]]

Eugene! Hell, son, how'd you wind up here? [[And he frowns a little. Serious mode on.]] Don' tell me you took a Teleporter at th' end'a th' round too. 'Cause if y'did, then it's my bad, here.

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[w_plus_m1]

[[Eugene smiles. Without the goggles and Kurt knowing his name, it's definitely his Engineer. A warm feeling fills his heart, knowing that he's definitely not alone now.]]

Didn't think I'd run into you, Kurt.

[[He folds his arms, wondering what Kurt was talking about. 'Taking a Teleporter?' No, nothing like that.]]

No, I got blown to bits by a sticky launcher. The round wasn't over just yet.

[[It's weird for him to show concern, but he's trying to make the effort to at least keep his friends and be polite.]]

You're... okay, right?

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[buildinmysentry]

Th' thought's mutual, buuuut then again, I wasn't plannin' on bein' sent off t' here in th' first place. Would'a liked an opt-out button, here. [[He laughs a little. Having a teammate that he knows here is really reassuring.]]

'M fine. A little disoriented, even if that's a given. I'll be better when I get my bearings, jus' you wait.

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[resisted_fate]

It's safe to assume that you know about the same amount that any of us do...although I'm sure that someone may know a bit more than that.

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[buildinmysentry]

Really? Shoot. Seems we're all in the dark here. You'd think they'd at least have some form of general rundown for this, seeing as it's run by gods. That's just poor management.

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[resisted_fate]

No...I think it's entirely intended for at least one reason.

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[buildinmysentry]

And that's just being an ass right there, 'scuse the language. Really.

Of all the times to find my team's Spy useful, it just had to be when he was in an entirely different world, huh.

[Video]

[notintehkitchen]

[Nope, she won't pull off her mask BUT she will give you the longest stare through her poker face mask.

Engineer?

Maybe not her Engineer yet he IS a RED and a Pyro's best friend.

When she finally decides to mumble, her voice is a little higher then the other he might be used to hearing.]

Mrppph!?

[Video]

[buildinmysentry]

[[Oh. Another Pyro? Okay, add that to the list of strange things today. He gives a short wave, smiling a little. Do not show confusion, Engie.]]

'Mmph' t' you too, Mumbles. [[He fiddles with his glove distractedly for a moment.]] Don' think we've met before--I know th' Pyro from my base's here, which means you're somebody else. Unless he's pullin' a prank on me, which would...really jus' be dumb. 'S a pleasure, anyhow. Even if th' circumstances aren't.

[Video]

[notintehkitchen]

[Scoots away from the video feed shyly.]

Mnnnph mnph mnnfffn.

["You're an Engineer."

Reaching into the neck of her suit, Pyro pulls out a plush doll of an Engineer that is clearly homemade sitting atop of his sentry.]

Mrphhh hudda hudda.

["But not mine."

Slumps down.]

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[buildinmysentry]

[[...oooookay, he kinda got tha--oh. OH. He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck.]]

Yeah, sorry. But maybe it's better if your hardhat ain't here? Who knows what kind'a place this is, really. [[How do I comfort Pyros.]]

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[buildinmysentry]

[[He's more than a bit surprised at suddenly hearing a Medic--definitely not something he was expecting.]]

Howdy, Doc. [[He is just about to tip his hardhat before he remembers that this is nnnnot a video message he's sending. Give him some time, he'll get used to it.]] I take it you're havin' some problems 'round here?

[[Sadly, he is not very sure how to work the private bit just yet, so that's being left off. Sorry, Medic!]]

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[buildinmysentry]

Mm, well, my job's solvin' practical problems. But that might fall under that, mayhaps.

[[By this time, he's figured out the whole different bases thing, and he's curious.]]
What base're you from, Sawbones? Don' think you're mine, but you're still a RED, so I'm real sure we can get along jus' fine.

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[needadspnsrhere]

[[Scout's actually got no idea what's going on, but he's not going to tell that to a RED, not in a million years. Or a Trillion. Or whatever comes after a Trillion.]]

Yea you REDS never know shit anyway, what's the difference askin' a buncha other people.

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[buildinmysentry]

[[...no peace.]]

[[No peace at all. That twitch is definitely visible, and Engineer's expression sours. Great, a BLU. Just what he wanted to see after spontaneously being transported to some kind of god's game. Deep breaths, annnnnd poker face.]]

'F I don' know shit, as you so tactfully put it, how come I have all those PhDs?

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[needadspnsrhere]

[[Scout laughs softly, more of a chuckle of confidence and the same confidence moves through his voice as though he knows what a PhD is and didn't just mistake it for something else.]]

'Cause it ain't my fault y'can't keep it in yer pants, Old Man.

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[buildinmysentry]

[[...if only you could see the facepalming, Scout. Cue exasperated sigh, and give him a moment so he doesn't want to go slam his head into the wall repeatedly.]]

You're dumber'n a box'a rocks, son. Seems I thought a bit too highly'a BLU team's intelligence.