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((Blaaahh, I’ve been having a hard time with my muse for Reagan. I’m just not great at upholding the level of anger and angst he has because of how much I tend to get into the heads of my muses. I might have to rework him a little. 

In the meantime, if you’re not following already, you can find my over at @barrelofbullets and @sweepingupgibs for my muses Rob (BLU Heavy) and Tom (Teamless Mann Co. Janitor) respectively.))

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Schedule Change

So just a heads up, I’m starting my new job tomorrow so I’m probably not gonna be on as much. I will be working midshift however, so it’s not going to be eating all my time, I’ll just be mostly on in the evenings from now on.

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🍸 egg?

“Egg?”

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🍸 how well can you handle your alchohol?

“I’d say pretty well, been drinkin’ for a long time. Takes a lot more then the amount of bourbon in me to get me hammered.”

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🍸+ Where's your 'medical' marijuana?

“What makes you think I have any. If you wanna get high, go buy some pot like everyone else. Heard a rumor the janitor has some on him.”

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🍸 why you so grumpy?

“Who asked you, huh? Fuck off.”

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two-blu-engies‌:

Mando snickered when Gus got picked to go in first. “Bye, Gus. Have fun.” 

Gus cursed him in Italian, then squared his shoulders as he faced the Medic. “Fine. I will go. I am not afraid of anything!” 

“You telling me that, or yourself?” Reagan snickered, opening the medbay doors and ushering him inside. “Go have a seat on the exam table and we can get started.”

He gave the other Engineer a pointed look. “You’re next so don’t you go running off on your buddy. I will find you.”

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“Not much worry about dogs one way or the other, to be honest. Where I worked last, they were just work animals, not really companions. So long as she’s healthy and happy, I’m not fussed either way.” 

He sighed and looked around the medbay. “All right, what’s the procedure?” 

“She was too until a horse kicked her. Farmer didn’t want a three legged dog so I kinda ended up with her. She’s very loyal.” He was always happy to talk about his animals. They were easier to get along with than people.

“Have a seat over on the exam table while I was up and get your file, then we can go down the checklist. Can I get your full name?”

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“I don’t smoke it, I eat it,” Mando protested. Smoking was a filthy habit and hurt the lungs. No, he swore by pot brownies, usually the cosmic kind with the rainbow chips and sprinkles. 

Gus grinned and shook his head. “Well, we’re transfers from Hydro, but we have been Engies f-for many years. So many. Too many…” 

“However you consume it then. Potato, potahto.” Reagan waved him off, unconcerned. He looked to Gus, mildly amused. He could identify with seeing too much over the years though.

“Hydro, huh? Well, how about since you’re so eager to volunteer your buddy here, you can have your physical first. Call it an act of solidarity.”

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“…All right. What’re we checking today? Weight, blood pressure, vision? That should be about it, right?” He followed the Medic warily. Doctors always criticized the disregard he showed for his injuries. A bit of soap and water was all they really needed, but the “professionals” always made such a fuss about it anyway. 

“That’s some of it. Just gotta go down a checklist, let me know if there’s any health conditions that might have developed since the last one, check your reflexes, get a blood test, that sort of thing.” Reagan walked town to his medbay and through the door, Mimby sitting, patiently waiting for him.

“You mind dogs? I can put her away, she just calms some people down for these sort of things.”

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“Not seen you two around before.” Reagan raised an eyebrow as the shorter started pulling the taller towards him.

“I’ll keep that in mind, but I’m not actually sure how much this company cares if you’re smoking a little pot. They mostly just want to make sure you all can still fight.”

“Alright, physicals officially start in a week, but if you want to get them out of the way now, come see me. Then you won’t have to worry about the rush or getting your ass dragged to my medbay.”

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“I actually like your owls, I was just in a piss poor mood that day.” Reagan shrugged, nodding the man in the direction of his medbay. “Now you coming?”

“Alright, physicals officially start in a week, but if you want to get them out of the way now, come see me. Then you won’t have to worry about the rush or getting your ass dragged to my medbay.”

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Send 🍸+ a question and my muse will answer while drunk.

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“Alright, physicals officially start in a week, but if you want to get them out of the way now, come see me. Then you won’t have to worry about the rush or getting your ass dragged to my medbay.”

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“Who knows. He was sick. Thought he was dying. Might have just been the fever, but you don’t just pull someone’s leg on your deathbed.” He finished his cigarette.

“Beside, the man he was talking about really was dead and no one else would tell me why. But believe what you want to. I’m not the thought police.”

Jeanette tensed when he started to talk about the war. She had plenty of her own war stories and didn’t need any extra. But the story changed, taking a turn she didn’t expect. 

“You really believe that?” she asked when he finished his tale. “The guy was just pulling your leg, having a bit of fun with you. Didn’t think of you as the gullible type.” 

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dude what the FUCK

“What, she asked for a scary story.”

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“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Reagan got out a cigarette, lighting up and taking a long drag as he stared out into the middle distance, like he was looking into a memory. He let out a long plume of smoke before speaking again.

“I don’t know if you can really even call this a ghost story, but it’s chilling nonetheless. So.. I’m old, I fought in the second world war as a medic. And the sick and injured? They tell you stuff when they think they’re going to die. Tell you stuff you never wanted to hear in the first place.

“In this case, we had some British soldiers in our medical tent. They’d just been in the Alps for a while and were short on medical supplies and a lot of the soldiers were sick when they crossed paths with our battalion. They all looked like they’d seen hell and no one was talking. Which, I’m not gonna ask that sort of thing, this was war, we’d all seen hell. I went about my business and helped who I could.

“Of course, I found out eventually. There was one soldier who had pneumonia with a really nasty fever, so I stayed up with him through the night to make sure he stayed cool and stable. And really late into the night, he grabbed my arm, looking scared as hell and asked me if Private Reginald was dead. I’d scanned their list of the dead earlier that day so I knew he was so that’s what I told him.

“The man looked so relieved, which isn’t what you expect, you know? Usually it’s rough when you lose a buddy out there. But no, he shook his head when I offered him condolences. He told me he was grateful.”

Reagan sniffed, taking another drag from his cigarette before continuing.

“He then started telling me what happened. Apparently, while they were traveling through the Alps, they stopped at this one little town to restock and rejuvenate. Most of the troops spoke English and most of the townsfolk spoke German but they were accepted nonetheless because they were there to end the war, you know? The locals shared their food, and supplies without a hitch. The troops had to be posted there for a little because there’s been a landslide along the patch, but the town was more than happy to help them.

“So they stay there, go to the local pubs and socialize with the locals until one night, one of the locals comes running in shouting something in German. Eventually they calm him down and get a translator and apparently two of the children from the town have gone missing.

“The soldiers ask if anything else is gone and find out that a tarp, some rope, some firewood and also a hatchet had gone missing. But this isn’t as odd as the missing children. At first the soldiers just think two kids got lost in the woods, you know? Maybe they were trying to build a fort out there. So they help out and look for the missing kids. Never find them though.”

Reagan sighed, rubbing his arm, eyes still far away.

“More kids start going missing. The soldiers start putting patrols out at night. They start searching the woods for packs of wolves or anything that could possibly be causing this. The towns people start suspecting the battalion of taking children and tensions grow. Fights start breaking out.

“Then one of the Privates goes missing too. Private Reginald, the one that this man had asked if he was dead. The troops start suspecting that the townsfolk killed him in retaliation, while the townsfolk start spreading rumors that a monster must be coming down from the mountains to eat them.

“But.. before things get worse, one night, one of the patrols caught sight of a figure peering into a window and they gave chase. He led them through the forest until he darted into a cave. It was a ways off so no one had found it before then. 

“So the troops race after the figure and start getting shit at, the figure apparently had a gun. Eventually they shot him dead, though and came inside, only to find that the man they shot was Private Reginald himself.

Reagan finally looked up, looking the woman right in the eye.

“Around his corpse, they found seven, hacked apart and half-eaten children.”

“Scare me.”