56th Inning

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[Open phone call made from the hospital to all. Scout sounds irritated.]

Hey, Mayfield! Ya know what's shittier than I town fulla never-ending zombies? A town fulla never ending zombies on yer birthday. As much as I can go 'round shooting guys in the face all day, a break to go get some drinks would be nice.

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[bye_to_yer_head]

*At least the cafeteria has coffee.*

It's a hospital. What did you expect?

*He's just glad he recognizes Scout, seeing as the only other member of BLU he's met is Pyro, and a Pyro not in uniform is just weird.*

[freakinblur]

[Scout easily recreated his uniform here, though even after being here so long, he's missing his headset and dogtags still.]

I dunno. Even just regular chocolate cake. [Trying not to sound disappointed here]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Think there's probably more important things t' worry about than cake.

*Awesome first impression Sniper.*

[freakinblur]

I ain't zombies ruin my birthday.

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[hotfrombehind]

C'mon man, suck it up. Carrot cake isn't the worst you could find.

[freakinblur]

I guess. I mean, it coulda been, like, pineapple or something.

[hotfrombehind]

Yeah. Huh, never had pineapple cake before. I was thinking something more like a fucking fruit cake or whatever. Or a cake that looks normal but tastes like absolute shit.

You even try that yet?

[freakinblur]

What, this one? [He looks over the carrot cake with distaste.] Nah, but if it's all I got...

[flowers_suck]

[After multiple checks that she hadn't been infected, Olivier finally managed to make it into the hospital to requisition some supplies. She pauses at the smell of coffee as she passes the cafeteria. After little to no sleep, coffee would be like being back at Briggs. She dumps the bags of provisions from the general store on a table. She hears a familiar voice behind the counter somewhere. Chocolate?]

I may or may not have brownies. Where's the coffee?

[It seems like a fair enough trade to her.]

[freakinblur]

[Scout's head pops up. He sees the bags, and grins.]

Seriously? Yes! Over there, got some more brewin' right this second.

[flowers_suck]

[She digs through the bag and pulls out a package of brownies.]

Zombies walk the streets, and you want chocolate?

[She's curious.]

[freakinblur]

[He looks at her like he's wondering why this is even a question.]

Yeah?

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[un_beau_coquin]

Bon anniversaire, petit.

I cannot believe I forgot about your birzhday, your mozzer told me about most of your previous ones. I could make you a cake, if you do not like zhe cold leftovers in your 'ands.

[freakinblur]

[BLECH.]

Ya know what I really want for my birthday? Fer you ta shut up about that shit!

[un_beau_coquin]

I 'ave never gone into detail about it, but alright.

'Ow old are you now?

[freakinblur]

Even mentionin' it gives me chills, awright? I don't need details!

Twenty-two now. That's two birthdays I've had in Mayfield. Talk about lame.

[prpl_assistant]

(She managed to salvage a piece of chocolate cake for the Scout, actually. She found it in one of the other cafeteria fridges.)

Here you go, Mr McCann. Happy Birthday. I'm sorry that I can't get you something bigger, but I guess that'll have to wait until after this whole outbreak is over.

[freakinblur]

[You get an actual smile out of him! Not a smirk or cocky grin.]

Oh dude, sweet! Yer awesome!

[prpl_assistant]

(She smiles back.)

That's no problem at all, Mr McCann. I for one think that you've really grown during your time in Mayfield; you'd make your other team mates proud, even if they're too stubborn to say so.

[freakinblur]

[He really has changed; the things he's gone through in his time here have made him more responsible and focused. But to the core, he's still the same old Scout.]

Hey, when have I ever doubted my skills, pally? Plus I been here long enough, I know tha score. I can handle this, no problem.