Category Five

[nor-eastah]

Pour one out for the Soldier, my friends.

[morefunthanb4]

[nichtschaden]

“Who drank all of the coffee. Admit your crimes, and I might let you live.”

[nor-eastah]

*Pfff, not even gonna ‘fess. After starting to chip in for the Medbay coffee from his discretionaries, he feels absolutely no guilt about leaving ONE empty pot. 

Well. Maybe some. A little. But it was right before a match, and they were already on countdown, and there just wasn’t TIME to refill it so, y’know, so the Medics could... um... come back to a fresh cup after running themselves ragged keeping the team up and fighting.

Uh...

Yeah.

Whoops.

[nichtschaden]

(shirtless) Geoff, bundled unusually warmly today, took a long, hard look at the Medic, then shifted his glance to the pet bed where Al and Giselle were snuggled together; not their usual behavior, but practical when Coldfront's notoriously balky heaters had failed yet again. The Scout's cleats clicked gently on the tiles as he walked to the coffee machine, lifted the pot and sniffed it gingerly.

Fritz was in a pair of pajama bottoms and nothing else, his curly hair a bit lank with sweat as he worked on the Kritzkrieg.

“Help yourself, I’m not about to drink it.” He muttered, putting the screwdriver down to wipe his face. “Christ, I think I’m dying.”

[nor-eastah]

“I’m not gonna drink it ‘til I know what’s IN it.” Hunkering down to squint at the Medic, Geoff gestured at the thermometer posted by the medbay’s swinging doors. “Newsflash. It is not warm in here.”

[nor-eastah]

GEEEEEF

WHAAAAAAT

[nichtschaden]

WHERE THE FUCK IS MY COFFEE

[nor-eastah]

*leans casually on the medbay counter and flicks the cabinet behind him open with one finger, revealing three times the expected number of bags* This coffee? *grins* 

[nor-eastah]

GEEEEEF

WHAAAAAAT

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[nichtschaden]

“Don’t stand up yet.” The Scout vaulted into the ravine into which Fritz had taken a spectacular tumble a moment previously. "I bought you some time." Geoff hefted his dripping bat for emphasis, then punched it into a snowdrift and spun it to clean off the worst of the mess. "We got some folk around here who don't seem to take me all that seriously -- didn't used to, anyway. Might've just changed that. How many fingers?"

Fritz’s ears were ringing from the impact, and his head felt like it had been cleaved in two. He was vaguely aware of Geoff’s voice nearby, the thick, coppery scent of blood dripping from the Sandman.

He blinked slowly, trying to focus on the Scout’s hand with little success.

“… Zwei.”

[nor-eastah]

Geoff frowned at the single, bloodstained finger he was holding up, then past it at Fritz’s dazed squint, and sighed. “Sit tight, Doc. Maybe take a hit off the gun while you’re at it. I’ll be back in a bit.” 

They both knew that last was iffy at best, but that was why Mannco paid its mercs the big bucks. The Scout took a moment to swap the Sandman for his shotgun, and then scrambled back up the rocky slope. There was an immediate, too-close report, and a whistle overhead, followed by a derisive “Yeah, you WISH! Come and get it!” The sound of sprinting feet faded off into the distance, and Fritz was alone again.

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[nor-eastah]

"GodDAMMIT, Doc!" The detonation of the grenade that had flattened them both had left his ears ringing; no doubt the Medic's were as well, but Geoff’s main concern was the red stains suddenly blooming on the man's arm and side. Fritz raised himself shakily to one knee, but before he could reply two more grenades punched into the snow no more than three feet away. The Scout lunged upward, grabbing the front straps of the medipack and yanking down hard, dragging them both into a roll off the embankment and a jouncing, unpleasant, tangled landing four feet below.

The double concussive blast rained snow and chunks of earth down on both of them and conclusively guaranteed, barring respawn, that he wouldn’t be hearing much of anything for the rest of the match, but they were both alive and still mostly functional. Geoff spat out a clot of frozen sod and glared at Fritz, mouthing his words exaggeratedly to make sure he got the point across. “The team needs all the Medics on the field in a push like this! I’m expendable -- you’re not.”

[nucleargers]

Y'know what I like? Athletic tape and handwraps. So does Scout.

So here you go, Scout wrapping his hands.

[supportsandwich-blog]

Who would win in a fight??