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Where in the Fresh Hell — open

badonkabonk:

He coulda been annoyed, but to the Scout, the city was an all new battlefield. Different terrain, different weapons, probably a lot of things to shot and beat to hell and back with a bat. At the very least, it was a change from the same scenery he always saw, and here, he could build a real rapport for himself! Yeah, he could tell all the ladies here about how he…about he’s got loads of people scared of him back home! How he’s super powerful and rich!

The rich part wasn’t a complete lie. After all, he’d spent his fortune on all the Tom Jones merch, which was sure to get him the big bucks as soon as the guy died. Whenever that would be. Hell, if he didn’t die quick enough, maybe Scout would go and kill him himself!

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Aw man, that’d be rich…

He chuckled to himself as he walked the streets of Hive City, his bat in his hand, the top of it resting against his shoulder. Any fool tried to mess with him, and BONK! Down and out! He was gonna make a real name for himself in this city, just you wait.

Then he caught - a whiff of a familiar perfume, smelling like some sort of flowery fruity shit girls liked. Of course he didn’t know the actual name of the flowers or whatever, that was girl stuff. But really…he turned a corner and much to his surprise, there stood Miss Pauling, the object of his clearly underappreciated affections.

He took a moment to ensure that his hat was on right, his shirt was nice and straight before he put on his best smile, strolling up behind her.

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Well well well, if it ain’t Miss Pauling. You. Are lookin’ as fine as ever. Va va voom!

Cue somewhat lewd, definitely rude gesture at her rear end.

"Perhaps recruiting a ragtag team wouldn’t be such a bad idea," she muttered to herself, “it’s not like most of the mercs were here, and plus Medic attacking anything isn’t a good id—”

Pauling could feel a dark presence coming towards her. She tore herself away from her plans, primed from whatever was coming her way.

When the footsteps came from behind her, she whipped around only to find Scout walking up to her. Great. Not to say that Scout was completely unwelcome, he just had a ‘crush’ on Pauling. She did her best to ignore it most of the time.

"Hi Sco—"

He made a gross gesture, cutting her off.

"…………Really?"

lightmorphogeneticfield:

// Good evening, Hive City. It’s come to the attention of some that this holiday season has started.. rather grim. There hasn’t truly been any sort of merriment or revelry to be had by all. So let’s change that, shall we?
On Saturday December fourteenth, a large ball will be held in this city, courteous of Prince Edward. This is a very formal event, everyone is expected to wear their best. Invitations will be sent out and are required to gain entry. Upon arrival, guests will be given a blue ribbon to tie around their wrists as both a memento and a means to show you may come and go as you please.
This city has seemed to sap the joy out of it’s residents, spend an evening enjoying yourselves and simply being happy. We hope to see you all in attendance.//
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[[Alright, people, here’s the deal. This city’s been sad as hell because of the latest event and I think it’s time to have some fun, so here’s what’s gonna happen. Reblog this post once, just once, and your reblog will count for an RSVP of sorts. Once you’ve reblogged this post, MAKE SURE YOUR SUBMIT BOX IS OPEN. You’ll be sent an invitation that way.
Obviously, not everyone’s going to be here on Saturday, so the next week of replies will count towards the ball. Just tag your open with #Citta winter ball or #Citta mini event. It’s not an official event, it’s just something fun to do for the holidays to get rid of the pain and sadness of breaking our muses for a while.
If you have any questions, feel free to contact me or Kat! I can be found here, here, and here. Kat can be found here. If you need a skype, just ask! We hope to see guys enjoy yourselves!]]

lightmorphogeneticfield:

// Good evening, Hive City. It’s come to the attention of some that this holiday season has started.. rather grim. There hasn’t truly been any sort of merriment or revelry to be had by all. So let’s change that, shall we?

On Saturday December fourteenth, a large ball will be held in this city, courteous of Prince Edward. This is a very formal event, everyone is expected to wear their best. Invitations will be sent out and are required to gain entry. Upon arrival, guests will be given a blue ribbon to tie around their wrists as both a memento and a means to show you may come and go as you please.

This city has seemed to sap the joy out of it’s residents, spend an evening enjoying yourselves and simply being happy. We hope to see you all in attendance.//

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[[Alright, people, here’s the deal. This city’s been sad as hell because of the latest event and I think it’s time to have some fun, so here’s what’s gonna happen. Reblog this post once, just once, and your reblog will count for an RSVP of sorts. Once you’ve reblogged this post, MAKE SURE YOUR SUBMIT BOX IS OPEN. You’ll be sent an invitation that way.

Obviously, not everyone’s going to be here on Saturday, so the next week of replies will count towards the ball. Just tag your open with #Citta winter ball or #Citta mini event. It’s not an official event, it’s just something fun to do for the holidays to get rid of the pain and sadness of breaking our muses for a while.

If you have any questions, feel free to contact me or Kat! I can be found herehere, and here. Kat can be found here. If you need a skype, just ask! We hope to see guys enjoy yourselves!]]

Where in the Fresh Hell — open

doyoubelieveinarson:

All in all, it was a very pleasant time for Pyro. Candyland was pretty, the candy people were nice, and Pyro had made a lot of friends and spread a lot of magic. And there weren’t any of those unpleasant moments where something stung and then everything went dark, either. Very pleasant, very fun. Too bad they took away the Rainblower, or else Pyro could spread cheer even faster. Oh well, maybe they could find something later.

For now, Pyro was just enjoying the sights of Candyland. It had been very difficult to resist eating any of the buildings or people, but Pyro had managed. So they spent most of their time in aimless wandering, occasionally finding people to give happiness to. They’d all reacted to it with varying degrees of enthusiasm, some screaming in delight, others laughing. And those sounds were the reason Pyro was putting magic into some garbage cans right now.

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In Hive City, some madman/woman in a gasmask and asbestos-lined suit was setting fire to a bunch of trashcans in the middle of the street. In Candyland, a pile of old refuse was being consumed in a storm of rainbows thanks to the Pyro. A job well done.

And then someone caught Pyro’s eye, only because it was a familiar face, so to speak. It was a butterfly, but not just any butterfly, an assistant to the Butterfly Queen. This was a very important butterfly, and Pyro liked them, so they jogged past the pile of magic to go and see her. When Pyro came close, they came to a stop, uttering a single and very important word of greeting.

"Mmph."

Hopefully that would get her attention.

Completely unaware and muttering to herself, Pauling was mentally figuring out her next move, mostly involving making her own set of maps, getting to know the city as well as the back of her hand, maybe even interviewing or recruiting others stuck here—

She heard a MMPH and jumped almost right out of her skin. Whipping around, she found herself face to face with the RED Pyro.

"Pyro?! You scared the hell out of me."

Pauling shook her head and took a deep breath. God she hated this, she felt off of her game.

"Medic mentioned seeing you briefly but he hadn’t been sure. It’s good to see you in one piece."

Pyro looked(?) normal, but she wasn’t surprised. Pauling was fairly certain there were things burning all over the city by now.

drmedick:

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Oh, yes. I also saw ze BLU Engineer here as vell. I just did not count him because of his team colour…

[sheepish expression, just for a moment]

I am glad to see you as vell. It is good to see someone… sensible around.

A BLU team member is here? And it’s Engineer no less. Well that’s a start, I hope you guys didn’t start trading bull— er BBs.

Likewise. I’m going to try and hold everything together for us while we’re here.

Where in the Fresh Hell — open

Waking up after being abducted and drugged in an unknown location is one thing. Things like that tend to come with the territory of being in Miss Pauling’s line of work, though let’s be honest, it’s normally her doing the kidnapping and taking people to undisclosed locations.

Being shoved into a “social experiment” against her will is another. She didn’t have time for this, there were literally thousands of other things that needed to be done yesterday, and here she was: stranded in a closed off city with only a BB gun as a weapon.

Originally while trying to get her bearings, Pauling had considered Grey Mann to be the culprit behind her abduction, but after her snorting subsided, she concluded that it was obviously the work of someone who was insane, but capable of following through with their plans.

Never trust a Mann to get anything right, as the Administrator had always told her before Grey had won Mann Co., but that was another thing to worry about later. Right now she needed to get her head straight.

Pauling sighed and absentmindedly adjusted her glasses. At least RED Medic and Scout were definitely here with a potential sighting of Pyro.

This wouldn’t do.

drmedick:

 

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Zat vill have to do. Zank you.

Und yes! Actually, aside from Scout, I do believe I saw ze Pyro as vell! I didn’t get ze chance to say hello but I am sure it vas him!

Just you, Scout, and possibly Pyro? That’s not…too bad. I was hoping that Engineer was here since we could brainstorm on how to escape. But I am happy to see you here Medic.

drmedick:

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I zought ze same at first, but zen… none of my hallucinations have ever been quite so vivid. No, it seems ve ah actually… here.

I hope zis does not count as a violation of my contract in any vay. I am not here villingly.

Don’t worry Medic, I know you’re not. I’ll vouch for you, Scout, and anyone else who happened to get stuck in this city. Not saying we won’t be berated, but this is out of our hands for right now.

Speaking of which, have you seen anyone else?

drmedick replied to your post:Miss Pauling! Is zat Miss Pauling? Miss Pauling, you ah here as vell?

Ach, I have no idea. Ozer zan vhat I vas told vhen I arrived. Hive City, social experiment, and so on. It is all very exciting, no?

I think we have very different ideas about what’s exciting. I was told as much but I was hoping that I was just hallucinating it all. Guess we can’t be that lucky.

drmedick asked: Miss Pauling! Is zat Miss Pauling? Miss Pauling, you ah here as vell?

Medic? Oh thank god. I thought it was just Scout here— You know what never mind.

Can you tell me where we are exactly?