Rocket Jump Waltz [Hank/Meli!]

[Edgar Christopher]

It was a bit of a slow day on the server. In fact, he was sure he and his Medic were the only ones on their team who were online. So he sent an IM to the fella whose real name he never caught in conversation. He didn't think anyone on the team knew each others' real names. Not that he knew of anyway. Edgar never really spoke unless it was a singalong. The others had egged him on that far. 'Teeny tiny baby steps' he'd told them.

17:59 - [O] Fortuna: Hey Dok, wanna go hit up a few other servers?
17:59 - [O] Fortuna: Pretty sure that Degroot server we hit last week has a few spots left.
18:00 - [O] Fortuna: I might even be inclined to talk a bit. ;D

Edgar got up from his spot in front of the computer and wandered into the kitchen. He'd need fuel for a successful day's run as a Heavy. No he wasn't going to cook. He just needed to grab a bottle of coke and a bag of crisps. He didn't need to eat much after his hunt the other day.

He didn't feel like he needed to eat much anyway. After digesting all of that? Yeah no. He'd feel a bit less... full in a week, around there. Anyway, he was up and across the room, headset still on his head (thank whatever deity was in charge of electronics for wireless) for no other purpose than to listen for the telltale noise that responses usually pinged into his ears. An offer like that? GB wouldn't refuse, would he?

Nah, impossible. Besides, it wasn't like he was currently in another game. The lizard had made sure he wasn't doing something else first. Just to be polite.

[Hank Thompson]

The high point of Hank's day thus far was that he hadn't turned into a chinchilla when his supervisor yelled at him. Three times. For things that were not his fault.

But now, his day was looking up. Very far up.

Because he had Team Fortress 2, hands to play it with and a headset to actually talk, rather then make little chinchilla sounds.

On top of that, he had some nice quiet munching food, a whole bottle of Mountain Dew annnd... His favorite Heavy online.

He loved playing Medic, loved actually having a spine for a while, making sure his teammates weren't running off being stupid when he was trying to heal them and happily leading the other team into traps. Well, when he wasn't safe lurking behind his Heavy, getting ready with an Uber.

18:01 - [O] GeekyBeast: Sounds excellent!
18:01 - [O] GeekyBeast: And you talking outside of a sing along? Color me BLU and send me to RED!
18:02 - [O] GeekyBeast: So, let's show them what a proper Heavy-Medic team can do!

Fortuna was probably one of his two favorite players on their entire team. He didn't really talk, unless it was to join in on the singalongs (after all, nothing was better for team morale then a good singalong, right?) but he was a good Heavy, he never did anything too horrifically stupid and he was always near when Hank wanted to give him an Uber. And he was always nice over IMs. Well, the entire team was, but still.

So he got comfortable, adjusted his beloved headset and cracked his fingers. "Ready when you are Fortuna!"

[Melisande Fitzroy]

Joy of joys she had a day off! There was only so many drunks Melisande could deal with, and the longer she worked t the bar the surer she was that she was a therapist in disguise. There was something about a bartender that made people spill even the oddest of secrets, even if you were a stranger. She felt she should be taking psychology classes or something, just so she could deal with it. At the moment she just listened and was sympathetic.

But today? She was free. Putting up her groceries she snagged a bag of dried cranberries and waltzed across her small apartment to her desk. It had seen better days. A bit of paint was spilled in one corner, and some of the edges were a bit nibbled at by Wesker. Glancing over, she checked the cage, but both her boys were asleep. Oh well. That meant it was time for one thing.

Booting up her PC, she shifted around in her seat until she was comfortable, and pulled on her headset. It was time to set things, and people, on fire. For justice! Or at least, for her team mates. Opening her bag of cranberries, she nibbled on one as Steam popped up, as well as notifiers that two of her teammates were on, her favorite Heavy-Medic team too!

With a grin, she sent a message to both.

18:04 - [O] MermaidPrincess: Hello hello! Mind if I join? Turn your duo into a Menage A Trois? ;D

She giggled evilly to herself, leaning back and awaiting reply. She was sure Fortuna wouldn't be too phased. Bu GeekyBeast? Oh yes. He just seemed like the shy sort, not in game of course. He was probably one of the most aggressive medics she knew.

[Edgar Christopher]

Boop. And boop again. Hah, two different IMs? Edgar would drop down into his chair once he'd returned to the living room, crack his knuckles, spin once, and invite them both into a group chat. Once they were both in, he'd sigh and start typing again.

18:06 - [O] Fortuna: A threesome it is, then! You know I can't say no to that. ;D
18:07 - [O] Fortuna: ... And I'm warning you, I talk for a living, so I might be a little rough around the edges when I'm playing right after work.

Whoo. Right. Time to actually reveal what he sounded like aside from 'that bloke who always sings the chorus lower than everyone else'. Would they recognize his voice? GB sounded familiar. In fact he was pretty sure he could even be that chinchilla fellow, but that was incredibly unlikely. What were the chances, right?

He shrugged to himself and opened up a voice chat before launching the game in full. Give it a second, give it a second... A quick mouthful of coke really wasn't the best thing to start off with, but Edgar was a deceptively quiet eater, for a giant lizard that liked to chew bone.

"...Am I the only one who doesn't pronounce the second C in Orichalcum?"

[Hank Thompson]

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He blinked for several moments, went red and let out a rodent-like squeak.

18:08 - [O] GeekyBeast: Gaaaah! MP! Can't you find a better way to say that...
18:09 - [O] GeekyBeast: Honestly, you're evil, did you know that?
18:09 - [O] GeekyBeast: I'm going to find a way to shove you off a cliff...
18:10 - [O] GeekyBeast: ...Um. BRB. Grabbing more Dew. Also, I'm pretty sure you're both very evil and I'll switch classes just so I can smack you with wrenches...

Okay, no he wouldn't. He played Medic annnd... nothing else.

Returning from grabbing a spare can of Mountain Dew, he managed not to spit out the first mouthful of it, and keep himself from snorting it out his nose.

"Sheeesh, warn a guy Fortuna..."

There was something a bit familiar about that voice but... Well, suddenly having Mountain Dew go up your nose could possibly induce hallucinations...

"So, we're hitting Degroot, right? Please tell me that brainless Scout isn't there? The one who thinks I should dart across open ground filled with mines and with snipers on either side just to bring him back up to overheal?"

His voice was still a bit shy, but... well, it wasn't nearly as bad in real life. After all, it was a lot easier to be confident behind a computer screen, knowing that you were good about what you're about to do.

[Melisande Fitzroy]

Melisande eagerly curled in her chair as the client 'booped'. Accepting the invite to group chat, she waited. Oh! So Fortuna was going to talk. How curious! He was always so silent, except for the singing and that was usually only because they pestered him into it. It must have been a good day for him to actually talk to them. The moment GeekyBeast's comments popped up, Melisande could not help it. She grinned like the cat whom had eaten the canary, and got praised for it. She truly was evil at times, but it was so easy!

18:011 – [O] MermaidPrincess: Ah, talking, well you've heard me after work, you can not sound as bad as I do when people smoke around the bar.
18:12 – [O] MermaidPrincess: And GB, you know I can't help it. Evil is as evil does.

She shook her head a bit, almost dislodging the headset. She really did have too much fun teasing him. Flicking her headset to on, she stayed quiet until Fortuna spoke.
“I had started to wonder if you were some... singing robot for a while. Like those IM bots, but with only song lyrics. I am glad my assumption was wrong.” She chuckled a bit and leaned forward, messing with her in-game backpack a bit. It was always so difficult to pick which hat she wanted for that run.

“Oh, I do love Degroot. So many spies.” She sighed happily, nothing was better in TF2 than a pile of toasted spies.
“I do hope that scout has not joined though. He can be so... Ugh.” She figured she did not have as many problems as GeekyBeast did, not being a medic. But he was one of the reasons she sometimes craved teamkilling.
“If we are lucky, we will miss him.”

Melisande wasn't exactly shy. She had grown a fairly thick skin when it came to TF2. You have to, and she was especially used to having to repeat things. While her accent wasn't extremely thick, it seems either people did not listen, or the mic fuzzed up. She did get tired of new folks asking for her to impersonate Spy though.

[Edgar Christopher]

"Speaking of music, we could start with Disney. And speaking of that, if you guys are ever in Florida, I'm taking you both to Disney World."

He honestly didn't have a clue where any of his team-mates lived. The only clues he had were moot points. Accents lent a slight hand sometimes, but then they could always live elsewhere. He lived in Florida and spoke the way he did, didn't he?

"I'll head in and check. If he's there, we could just go to 2fort? I don't want to deal with his bull today, honestly. Not on a medieval mode server, at least."

Edgar preferred having a few hundred bullets in between himself and a would-be annoyance. He hopped into the game, taking a quiet swig while the map loaded... and he was instantly greeted by a wall of noise. The croc cringed so much it was probably audible. Exiting the map as quickly as he'd entered was easy enough. So was sighing, even though it came out as a quiet growl.

"Yeaaah no. He's there and he brought his whole 'guild' along with him. They're the only ones playing, and for good reason. You two probably heard that through my damned headphones."

It wasn't worth the headache. It really wasn't worth the headache. Maybe they'd have better luck with a 2fort server. He liked that map. It was a good map. Classic.