#medicetwork

[the-hunter-of-teufort-rp]

"...You are positive this does not stain my skin?"

Etuate makes a face that falls somewhere between disgruntled and concerned as he watches his..manicure take place. It had taken two days worth of convincing but here he was, allowing his girlfriend to paint his nails. He insisted on picking the color, settling on a navy blue.

"Yes, Etu, I promise. If some gets on your skin, it'll come right off, no staining. If it did my fingers and toes would be all sorts of colors." Johanna assured with a laugh. Though over the years she'd gotten good at not getting any on her own skin. Oh so careful as she held one of his hands as she began to apply the polish. She'd decided if he actually was going to let her do this, she was going to go all out and do it right, and had taken her time filing and making everything nice first. Not that he needed much of it, he took far better care of his hands than most men she knew.

"You can do mine after, if you want."

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

' 7 minutes in heaven '

It was Halloween night when it happened. Normally he would have helped his sister with the yearly scares but not tonight. BLU was having a costume party and it involved booze of course. And when there's booze, there was bound to lead someone somewhere.

This led the Sniper dressed up, or dressed down, as a partial knight to be taken away from the crowd by their Medic. One moment they were in public and the next they were in a small space and lip locking with another.

[bombsawaybabe]

Etuate waits in a bar for Sorcha, in his regular clothes with no yellow in sight aside from a yellow pen he’s clipped onto his shirt pocket. He couldn’t believe Johnny actually convinced him to do this, he’s really gotta start ignoring her more but..it’s too late for all that down.

Now he’s got a date with a pretty lady…

Sorcha looked at the hastily written note as she walked into the bar. Or rather it was a doodled map of the bartop, leading her to a seat next to 'Mister Available', followed by [Make the Magic happen -J. D. (aka Johnny Doe. Your Best Friend)

"Ah hope she didnae kidnap someone...or have someone made fer me." Sorcha was willing to bet that Johnny had her horde of critters picked up in the coat. Pocketing the 'map', she goes in and did a cursory look about for anything that stood out in Johnny's style before she found...everything looked normal. That seemed troubling. She headed to the bartop, taking a seat where she noticed a crudely shaped X was carved in the wood with an arrow pointing to the left of her. Sorcha looked over to spot Etuate, staring at a moment before processing that he was in fact from the BLU tram, just in casual clothing. He was Mister Available? "Shite, ah though yew'd be locked away in yer docta dungeon when yer not fighin' an fixin'."

The woman looked over her shoulders, lowering her voice. "Be honest, are yew actually here fer a date or is Johnney blackmailin' ya?"

[maple-syrup-heavy]

[ watch ] my muse watches your muse masturbating

Elias hadn't been too sure about this, but he'd done weirder requests in his line of work. He'd been earning some extra money by mailing in pictures of himself to some sort of beefcake bears magazine. At first, it was just tasteful shots of him bare chested, flexing his muscles for the camera. Then, they'd started asking for pictures of him in his underwear for much more money.

They'd started out tasteful, but slowly become more obscene. Not that he'd minded all that much. He'd briefly had a career as a stripper after an injury made him unable to cut wood for a stretch. At least nobody was being all grabby. Now, though, they wanted something more risqué than simple nudes. They wanted "action" shots.

He'd found a spot he thought was private, with good lighting, and set up his camera. Wearing nothing but a loincloth and a bear skin draped over his shoulders, Elias began to "warm up", stroking himself until he stood at full salute. Using the timer, he posed, taking a series of pictures of himself in various positions, hopefully showing himself to his full advantage. As he finally started to get into it, a prickling feeling on the back of his neck warned him that he was no longer alone.

[blustankgirl]

[Messy Sticky Note Sketch of @medicetwork 's boy, Etuate Okoro cause I am so bored and lonely at work right now]

[blustankgirl]

“Is it true that you’re making..dolls of me?”

"It's not a 'doll'," Johnny frowns, taking her helmet off, pulling out the puppet modeled after the Norwegian Chemist. It wore a soft blue turtleneck and a crisp lab coat. A scar stitched to the pattern of Etu's, yarn hair done in a curly kinks tied into a bun. A casual style. The puppet was slipped onto her hand, which soon looked up to the man, crossing its arms.

"It's a puppet! Thought whenever I need someone to talk to, I just bother them instead of you."

[blustankgirl]

“I won’t judge you.” 

"Oh course you won't, there's nothing to judge cause nothing is wrong." Johnny scoffed, wiping her face.

The American just had woken up from terrible dream, back when she had fallen in one of the deepest lakes in Siberia. She couldn't move and she felt that icy chill reach deep into her bones, finding it harder to breathe as she struggled to break the surface. Johnny had fallen asleep in the air ducts, again.

When she kicked the vent, she landed into the Medbay, where Etuate had witnessed her startled half awake state and drenched in sweat from her terror.

[blustankgirl]

“I will only ask you one more time. Where is my lab coat?”

Johnny wheeled around, having been caught in the act of wearing the much too large coat with the sleeves dangling over her hands. They were locked a long awkward eye contact of silence.

"...I dunno."