#tf2 oc rp blog

[meet-the-net]

Hey uh can this guy just be normal, actually?

thx to @bohemianette for the request on my last memeification ^.^

bases under the cut:

[all-aussie-engineer]

Even the busiest of engineers need some rest

Especially when sick

~ mod

[meet-the-trapper-tf2]

(Yahoo my first propaganda!!!

I’m so excited to be participating this year! - Mod Stag)

I er.. vote for me i guess? I’m ready to crush the competition, y’all haven’t seen the muscles i’ve got! Good luck to my competitors though, hopefully this is good fun for you all!

(He means well guys! He doesn’t bite… often.)

[your-red-chef]

Uh- g’day, we aint formally.. met.. but i heard about ya from plum and well….. i thought i’d take the opportunity ta.. greet ya me-self?

[ALL’s engineer offers to shake your hand, though he seems hesitant and a little nervous, taking long pauses between his words]

Uh..Names Leslie, i’m ALL’s Engineer.. if i remember correctly you are RED’s Chef?

~ @all-aussie-engineer

The red chef gasps and grabs his hand with both of hers, giving an enthusiastic shake.

Well HOWDY HEY there, Pardner!! I heard about you ALL folk from that Sugarcube of a boss y'all got!! I'm so excited t'finally meetcha!

I'm Olivia, but you can jus call me Liv, since we're frien'ly now! OH! Do ya like pasta? I'm testin out a new recipe an' would LOVE me some feedback from an unbiased source!

[asktheasianscouttf2]

You’ve got me wondering. Did you perhaps have a father in your childhood that was absent….

I’m wondering if you are one of my other Scout children.

Uh- Well, yes but-

My father wasn’t French…or so I believe. My mother always told me he was from Italy. Uh..

But yeah, my father wasn’t there at all. Closest thing to my father was my brother.

( @backstabbing-spook)

[thenumberonerascal]

OOC POST!

song: ‘I bet on losing dogs’ by Mitski

The Therapist/Helena is @wastelandtherapist ! Please go check them out they’re so cool.

Time taken: 8+ Hours

Program: Procreate + Capcut

[chef-from-blu]

[Engel was leaning in the doorway to Ivan's kitchen, not in it, but not exactly out of it either. He was wearing a more casual outfit, only in loose shorts and an oversized light blue turtleneck that had Pyro's symbol on it. He waited for Ivan to notice him before speaking] Vati, you a vampire? Don't bother lying cus I'll know.

~ @blu-nurse-needs-sleep

The chef was leaned against the counter, drinking a mug of his signature 'cranberry juice' and reading a chefs magazine. Noticing Engel, he glanced up and began to drink from his mug before suddenly spitting out the contents once the nurse spoke.

Wiping blood from his chin, he cleared his throat and tried to compose himself.

"Vhat-- grrm-- Engel-- I can explain I-... Okay I--"

He set his magazine down and looked around at the mess he made. With a sigh he grabbed a towel and began to wipe the fluid up.

"Vhat a vaste... Sorry Engel, I vasn't expecting you to open vith zat. Zhough I suppose it vas a matter of time before someone ozher zhen zhe Medic found out. Makes sense it vas you."

[number1-courier]

I hear theres like a buncha other scouts here too!! SCOUTS ARE SO COOL!!! I wonder what their like

[chef-for-all]

Happy Halloween, mate! I heard you've got some fun stuff going on?

— @anchor-all

ndio.. uh yes.. many treats..

[His kitchen wasn’t decorated other than a couple of m streamers hanging around his window where people grab their food, but on the counter was a large variety of treats, themed cupcakes, pumpkin croissants, chocolate covered fruits, even some vegan and gluten free pastries, along with a small bowl of candy]

First time..

Take your pick..

Better than tiny blu chef.. though ari.. heard has lemon squares.. maybe competition..

[punk-trapper-at-all]

Hey there, mate! How's everything been? :)

— @anchor-all

H-hello kieran!

Its been good, i finally got everything i need moved into our base. I’m officially a member of ALL!

Toothless has been very excited to explore so i’m going around everywhere for him to get used to the place!

[the-critter-tf2]

So— uh. You're the critter guy Pauling was talkin' about, heh. Hey there. Uppers say I'm supposed to be checking up on you, but, uh— yeah, not doin' so good.

You're... you haven't exploded yet, have ya?

— @inertia-crowed

Nope! Not yet at least :D

I haven't ever seen You before :O

I like Your Hair ^_^

[meet-the-net]

A bit disappointed about his sudden departure – they were just beginning to have such fun, Ned at least – he fails to conceal it fully in his smile. Nonetheless, he opens the front door for Cy and reaches out a hand for a formal adieu. "No problem, at all. It was fun. Have a safe journey, wherever you are going!" he says, unaware of any bases that might've been built since Selbyen was bought up. As they head back to the shed their motorbike stood in, he'd watch and stand by the door for a bit longer, trying to get used to the return of solitude before heading indoors.

( @meet-the-cyborg )

Cyborg’s motorbike growls to a halt by the beach. They wear a pair of black leather boots to stop the sand getting into their joints as they step off the vehicle, folding their arms and staring at the horizon. Mann Co’s newest battleground… really doesn’t impress them all that much.

They scan their surroundings carefully, watching seabirds soaring in lazy circles as they cry overhead. Being in cooler weather, of course, has made a lot of the metal in their body shrink. They furrow their brow at the squeezing feeling around their arms and thighs from the metal tightening on their limbs.

“Why couldn’t I just stay in New Mexico…?” they sigh.

Sounds of a distant motorbike shake the salty air in Selbyen, making Ned prick up his ears. He bolts to his nearby home, picks the hand-held harpoon off the wall by the front door and waits indoors for more sounds. Years of locating aquatic prey by their sounds had prepared him for moments such as these, and he could determine that the bike had stopped by the beach. Shaky hands load the harpoon as he begins making his way to the location, careful of every step he places, as a lot of these floorboards had decayed over the years. Shortly before the beach comes into his view, he tenses up once more, frozen by a sound he rarely hears; mechanical creaks and hums, dissimilar from the ones a motorbike would make as it cooled down. First the arrow of his harpoon, then his head peeks around the last corner separating him from the mysterious tone. The red clothes along the strangers back are the first thing Ned sees, and it weakens his knees. 'It is one of THEM...' he makes a mental note. Then the sun bounces off a part of their body that he did not expect, and his horror blends with a sense of curiosity. A lot of his fellow fishermen had suffered terrible accidents and replaced limb with wood, but he had never seen flesh transition to full sheets of metal before. In a moment of many moments of weakness, harpoon lowered just a tad, he takes an unplanned step towards the stranger, which of course sends the noise of creaking wood across the beach. Ned winces, "Shit.", and scrunches up his nose as if he feels physical pain from this mishap. He checks if they, someone he considers his opponent, notices him.

[all-aussie-engineer]

Give me the word and I will knock the auditor out. I saw her in person and I’m pretty sure I know how much drugs to use.

@loveshotsniper

[leslie would very slowly look over at sniper, looking abit nervous by their words]

I don’t think… that will be necessary..

But.. i like your enthusiasm?

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Oh my god this fucking sent me into a laughing fit

~ mod

[meet-the-trapper-tf2]

Why should you vote for trapper?

He has an awesome music taste!!!(the first one is punk/metal and the second is a more accurate version based on when tf2 is set, and stuff he would know on guitar!)

(Please go take a listen to his playlists they’re really awesome -mod stag)

[your-red-chef]

Hey…. Liv you in here?

*trapper enters the kitchen in thick winter clothing, presumably back from hunting outside, although not sporting his usual balaclava. Instead he wears a black surgical mask and his goggles. He’s holding a box, most likely with food inside, which he places on the counter. He takes off the layers and drapes them over a chair, adjusting his flannel a little.*

Engie recommended i come here and get you to try this? Only if you wanna though.

- @meet-the-trapper-tf2

The kitchen was a mess, pots and pans littered about and utensils thrown around. It wasn't an unusual sight to see this place a mess when the Chef was cooking, but she was known to clean up after herself as soon as she was finished. Though now, she didn't seem to be present at all.

A clambering could be heard from the walk-in pantry, presumably things being knocked over. Liv did not reply to the Trapper, nor did she come out. It was oddly quiet otherwise.

[asktheasianscouttf2]

Can my uterus not cramp up I have he/they in my bio. is that not enough.