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[wrenches-and-kiwis-blog]

"Miss Hana?" the Scout smiled upon spotting the Engineer, "Ah'm Zamira, one o' the scouts. I just wanted t' drop by an' congratulate ya on the MVP! From what I saw ya did purdy good out there."

Hana smiles broadly. So, here was the real scout and not the spy! "Well, thanks Zamira! Oi couldn't have done it without you lot helpin'!" The femgie was just soaking in her first MVP at Well. Mmmh.

[bluscoutliam]

Critter Huntin'

Liam sits in the shade of an overhanging roof, waiting for Des, as well as the train to town. If he'd read the schedule right, (which more often than not, he's wrong), the train should be arriving in a few minutes, so he's a little anxious about why Des hasn't shown up yet. Liam had made sure to prepare himself well for this trip, for the pair of them were not spending their day in the town itself. Oh no, they had other plans in mind; Des had really been excited to venture into the desert and find some animals, more specifically snakeys and spiders. More dangerous than many of the desert critters, but Des was from the jungle and she'd probably wrestled more dangerous things like jaguars or something. Liam was more worried about staying cool and hydrated than being injected with venom; he made sure to bring plenty of water in his Captain America bag. He'd brought a cap and lathered himself in sunscreen as well, he'd learned from last time how easily his skin burns. So, Liam anxiously looks around, hoping Des will show up soon. 

[scatterpunch-blog]

southie-slugga replied to your post:

*Leroy grimaces at Shaz’s DOOKIE jokes, grumpy enough as it was he didn’t need to be teased already about what was giving him so much pain* ..Neidda, duh Doc jus’.. Facked wit’ my Ubah ting an’. .. .. He said dat it ain’t gonna go away like.. Nahmal.

*Shaz blinks once, twice, three times and then scrunches her face up.* Weh? Why'd 'e do that? Why'd ya let 'im do that. Ohh, don't tell me ya let 'im do that! *She rubbed the back of her neck mumbling a bit under her breath.* Does it really 'urt? *Oh, she wanted to lean in and poke it, inspect his glowy-glow chest.*

[scootiepie-blog]

/QUIETLY SHUFFLES ON TO THE TRAIN WITHOUT A WORD. TIME TO GO FIND THIS ISAAK PERSON./

[fire-and-snakes-blog]

Left in the closet Zmeya is known to frequent there is a small, plain, silver lighter. Etched onto the bottom of it is "Malyutka".

The pyro stares at the lighter, inspecting every aspect of it. When she flips it over, she spies the word engraved onto the base. Malyutka ... little one. Zmeya clutches it, wonders who on Earth would know where to leave it for her. She flicks it open and watches as the sparks fly, the flame dancing in the dim light. Maybe someone's trying to mess with her? She's not really sure ... she pockets the lighter and remains huddled in the corner.

[svenska-prickskytt-blog]

Anja parks her butt in one of the chairs with all her glorious knitting supplies.  She was planning on knitting a cute little sheep to add to her zoo of animals!  Little did she know that their Medic absolutely despises sheep, but that won't matter...if he never catches a glance of the finished product.  Anja flipped on the TV before she actually sat down, some newscast about...some guy named Armstrong planning to walk on the moon?  The launch of Apollo 11 was due on the 16th.  Crazy Americans.

((Thought that was interesting enough to point out!))

[wrenches-and-kiwis-blog]

the-frozen-flapper replied to your post: 

Wow, that accomplished NOTHING. Rosie cries out as several shotgun bullets penetrate into her calf muscle as she dives behind a crate out of sentry fire to undisguise. She peeks out quickly to chuck a throwing knife in Hana’s direction.

Bullseye! Hana manages to get a shrill cry from the spy who then takes a dive behind a crate. Reloading the shotgun, the femgie begins to approach when something Hana's never encountered before comes whizzing at her: a throwing knife. It makes a sharp, clean entry straight into Hana's left shoulder and she lets out a shriek of her own, the shotgun clattering to the ground. Okay ... that was unexpected. Very unexpected. And very painful. Using her right hand, Hana grabs her lugermorph and starts firing at the crate with a scrunched up expression of pain from the knife.

[bluscoutliam]

Liam stands out on the battlefield, waterbottle in hand, and glances nervously about the area. Finding the place to be deserted, Liam sighs and pulls off his shirt before sitting his ass out on the dirt to begin the lightening of his pink hair. He starts rubbing on suntan lotion, preferring NOT to get burnt today. 

[scatterpunch-blog]

-Flaps arm at uselessly from the couch when he catches her comin to the kitchen for NOMS.- Congrats on ya .. MVP an' whateva. -He mumbles IN PAIN then rolls over.-

*Shaz raises her eyebrow at the arm flap and the mumble.* 'ey, Bongo. *She waddles and sits her butt down on the armchair.* Did ya eat a lightbulb? Or are ya just 'ead over 'eels fer me? *Wink. Haw haw, so funny. Seriously though, Leroy, glowing chest aren't good for your health. I don't think.*

[weaponsandwiring]

booty-jane replied to your post: *indignant cluck* I beg your pardon, _sir_, but I happened to be very offended by your accusation!

I should hope anyone with half a brain could distinguish genders >BC. I am quite certain I’m a scout, thank you; it’s even in my personnel number.

Why yes, good, you should hope. It's important to keep some semblance of a faith in humanity. All those bastards out there.

Well, that would certainly explain all the running and getting shot. Good to know you're living up to the expectations of your contract.

[scootiepie-blog]

"NYEHEHEHEHE." 

[wrenches-and-kiwis-blog]

It was indeed the worst disguise to use, maybe Rosie will learn from this. "Quite tired. Rough battle out there, eh?" Better do this fast since she's watching; 'Zamira' places her hands behind her back, a far-too wide grin unfurls on her face as she tries to quickly place the sapper on before dashing away.

"Wouldn't know," she mused in response and narrowed her eyes a little. Here it comes. The sapper is attached and Hana pulls out the Jag, knocking the hideous contraption off. God they are the worst things! Switching to her shotgun, Hana fires wildly after the spy, a very disapproving expression on her face.

[bluscoutliam]

Liam flips through the tv channels, finding not much of interest and bored out of his gourd. Perhaps a nap on the couch is in order; he stops the channel on Scooby Doo and stares blankly at it. 

[scatterpunch-blog]

*If Shaz thinks hard enough, she'll remember the cupboard in the kitchen pantry full of arachnids. On top of it is a stack of recent Spiderman comics*

*Shaz thinks hard enough and remembers the cupboard in the kitchen pantry full of arachnids. Don't ask me how, a little voice called 'JoBo' told her or something. She waddles on over to it and clambers up counters because SHE'S A SHORT LITTLE SHIT AND, DAMN, CUPBOARDS ARE TALL, still nomming bacon sammiches. Then she spies the treasure: comic books. She plucks the up and scans through the front covers quickly. Oh man, this was awesome. Louie is the bestest ever, bacon and Spiderman comics. Oh boy, that spook better prepare himself for a hugfest! For now though? Shaz has more bacon sandwiches to cram into her mouth.*