The Medic is peeved. Not only did he have to deal with an overabundance of yells from Herr Scout and Herr Soldier today (beyond the common run, anyway), his guinea pig developed some sort of rash. It looks stress-related, but he's no veterinarian, so he can't be sure. And the blood sample he took last night from Frau Scara hasn't been cooperating- ( Read more... )

Gordon Freeman's birthday is tomorrow. Alyx has been working hard to get his birthday present finished in time, which has meant long hours holed up in the garage or in room 288 ( Read more... )

She woke up this morning and immediately regretted it.

It wasn't like she woke up anywhere weird or anything - it was her room, her own bed, not that she can remember ever getting there. She must've been wasted - she'd brought the berries she'd been eating with her, along with her guitar, instead of putting it safe in its corner for the night ( Read more... )

Sam's finally set up with a room of his own, as he and the Bar managed to have their heads on right at the same time. He's not well yet, so Cata's still... well, all right, she's worried.
(She doesn't do it often, but this is Sam. She thinks she's allowed that luxury, given how few friends she has ( Read more... )

The lesson plans are done, with a few weeks to spare. Cata's still sure they're not going to work out perfectly, but it's behind her, for a while.
As such, she's having a celebratory drink, since she doesn't have to worry about going home to a contract at present. (Still only the one drink, but ( Read more... )

Medic is getting very, very tired of being set on fire. The next time he sees that one RED Pyro on his tail, he's going to leave off with the Blutsauger and the Ubersaw and chase the son of a motherless dog down so he can strangle him with his bare hands. Gloved hands. Whatever ( Read more... )

It's been a year, in Bistort, since what people are starting to call the Reversal; a lot of things happened to give it that name, but the most important one is that Sam killed Mizzamir ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

The Medic is whistling a positively cheerful tune as he strolls through the door from a BLU base that still has the reek of cordite hanging in the air.

This is seldom, if ever, a good sign.

Cata's world does not have the expression 'feeling like hell warmed over.' But if it did, she'd be sorely tempted to make good use of it, at the moment ( Read more... )