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[hands_of_blu]

Contrary to some expectations, there will still be working hours tomorrow for the endless battle between BLU and RED in Medic's world. However, a few minor modifications are being made to accommodate the fact that the Americans are the largest bloc on both teams. For one, the fighting's stopping early; for another, the intelligence briefcases are

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[shoeless_ed]

"Hi Mr. Blue Doctor Man!" The Medic is getting one of Ed's hand-turkey drawings, whether he likes it or not. This one was evidently made with him in mind: it's colored in various shades of blue and wearing glasses. It also sports glitter and a lot of brightly colored feathers, which are not at all part of the Medic's sartorial ensemble but look very festive.

[hands_of_blu]

One day the Medic is going to find out how old Ed actually is, and it will cause great cognitive dissonance; today, however, is not that day. He smiles. "Sank you," he says. "Und a happy Thanksgiving to you, too, Ed. How do you do zis fine day?"

[shoeless_ed]

"Ed is good! She has been drawing turkeys!"

An "Arf!" comes from somewhere in the vicinity of her feet.

"And a special costume for Ein!" Ed points at the Corgi, who is wearing a headdress made of paper and feathers. Although most dogs don't enjoy being dressed up, Ein seems to like his hat: he's wagging his tail cheerfully. "The native tribes of Massachusetts Bay did not wear stuff like that," Ed confesses, "but it looks pretty. And Ed doesn't have any wampum to put on Ein."

[hands_of_blu]

"I'm impressed," the Medic confesses. "I vos unaware zat any dog alive would put up wiss such attire. You haf an awfully well-behaved canine, I sink."

[post_whitewash]

Cata's looking rather better (though her narration has been suffering from random gunk, which may or may not be poetic justice). And for today, she's even left the lesson plans to sit; they may need to be done, but not that badly.
"Good morning." The guinea pig gets a curious look.

(Kind of insta-slowtime, but I thought he should at least know his quasi-patient is recovering.)

[hands_of_blu]

(Works for me!)

"Ah! Guten morgen, Cata." The Medic smiles. "You seem to haf shaken ze worst of your symptoms; how are you feeling today?"

[post_whitewash]

"Rather better, thank you. I may even be able to give that book the attention it deserves soon."
Rather than blinking confusedly as how familiar every other paragraph sounds.

[hands_of_blu]

"Sehr gut. You don't look anywhere near as flushed or feverish as last time, eizer. I vos beginning to look for mein infectious disease textbooks."

It's been a damned long time since he did any kind of disease-based medicine rather than trauma medicine or surgery. Memories occasionally need refreshing.

[bonk_bonk]

"YO DOC, WHAT'S UP?"

Haha you thought you could get away from him, didn't you?

Suckeeeeeer.

(OOC: Gotta do that work thing, so slowtimes needed, but I had to jump while the jumping was good.)

[hands_of_blu]

"Himmelherrgott!"

The guinea pig dives for her pile of bedding and starts digging.

(OOC: No problem!)

[bonk_bonk]

"Oh, hey pig!" Scout yells as well when he sees the furious digging of the little animal. He slides up next to the Medic all casual, as if they may as well be back in the base. "So you think they're gonna burn the turkey? I mean, it's a big deal. It'd be damn heartbreaking if they did. Ma used to make this sorta sweet-potatoes-and-marshmallow thing, I don't know how it's done though. Buy me a beer?"

He's smooth like a fox. A shaved fox.

[hands_of_blu]

"Herr Engineer intends to deep-fry ze bird," says the Medic, and makes a mental note to check the Scout's blood sugar levels the next time they get a sample. "Haf you been drinking zat punch of yours during off hours again?"