Thirty-two Fires Set [In Soviet Mayfield, factory builds you!]

[muffled_noises]

*Pyro has been assigned as an architect. Pyro has no idea what to do about this. Building things is the Engineer's job, not his.*

Okay. Quick question: who knows how to build things? Because I sure as hell don't. And, uh...is anyone else missing their gear?

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[wristsniper]

I know a little about design. I'll tell you what I know if you'll tell me what you know about beets. Specifically, beet salad.

Yes, things seem to have changed. We'll see what happens.

[muffled_noises]

...Beet salad? Um, alright. Sounds like a fair trade.

[wristsniper]

I've done some architectural plans and copied a few, just out of boredom. I lived in a giant wall, after all.

Did you want to come over?

[muffled_noises]

Yes, I'd like that very much.

[wristsniper]

Then, come on over. ...For the glory of the party.

[muffled_noises]

...Yes. God, for once being on RED feels appropriate...

[wristsniper]

[Now. She knows Russia... And she follows the America thing.

SHE IS LAUGHING WAY TOO HARD TO BREATHE AND MUST HANG UP, COMRADE.]

[muffled_noises]

*Welp, Pyro shows up on her doorstep, still grinning. He must have had a good laugh, too.*

[wristsniper]

[All sly smiles once she sees who it is.] Welcome, Comrade!

[muffled_noises]

*He looks relieved to see a familiar face in a now unfamiliar town.*

I think Heavy would be happy if he were here now.