First Sandvich

[cry_some_moar]

Characters: RED Heavy, RED Medic and you!
Location: Plaza
Time: Late morning
Style: Whatever you want, I'll follow.
Status: Open like a ripped bag.

Hello people of Vatheon, having a good day? That's good, glad to hear it. It's nice that you are, because one of the newest residents, isn't. In fact, he's quite confused as to where he is. The Heavy will be

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Time for the BEST WELCOMING COMMITTEE EVER (no its not)

[duncansdontsing]

Most of the time, there would be some sort of concerted effort from dedicated volunteers to explain to the new arrivals as politely and patiently as possible what just happened to them. And given the sort of people who could come through, occasionally heavily armed people, it was a first impression best handled with sensitivity and care.

Unfortunately for everyone, Duncan was already in the area.

"They reeeally oughta put up a sign or somethin," he griped, and while he would have liked to sit back and watch these two go all Delta Force on everyone in the area just because of a little misunderstanding, he figured he'd give the whole 'welcome' thing a shot. Especially since if they did decide to start playing shoot-em-up, he wasn't exactly at a safe distance. On top of that, he was still pretty torn up from when that stupid fish monster used his arm for a chew toy.

"Lemme guess, you two brain surgeons are new here, right?"

Prey everyone in Vatheon makes it out alright.

[cry_some_moar]

Heavy finally noticed Medic, when he exclaimed it was his fault. Normally, Heavy didn't like to yell at his teammates, but today was an exception. "I never said it was your fault!" after that, he let out a sigh. "Da, was not told about this. Will give Administrator piece of mind.

Soon enough, however, Heavy will notice the other person talking to them, and will turn around. "...where is here? And who are you?" he's genuinely angry, but he'll control himself for now.