♦ end oғ тнe lιne - тeaм ғorтreѕѕ 2 rp ♦ (new/accepтιng)

[A Shy Turtle]

A yell straight from a old cartoon could be heard from where the red engineer had left the sentry. Ryan had completely forgotten it was there and gained a new hole in his top hat because of it, his shoulder had been fixed by the blu medic so his suit was once again bright blu and the other colors that were on it. He was panting as he hid in a spot where the sentry couldn't hit him and cursed quietly his reflex of shooting something that shot at him.

[molotov]

Scout
"We sure showed them!" Scout joined in with the cheers with the other mercs after Engineer speech but when marasmus joined in with them he kind of just staired though he didn't say anything he wanted to.. He glanced at the other who had the same confused look on there faces.

[Probably a Doctor..]

Merasmus
The large man sat there awkwardly glancing down at the table and sighed, glancing up randomly at times at all the other Mercs.

[Rancid Roadkill]

ғelιce ѕιegal aĸa тнe cooĸ
Felice groaned dramatically, "Don't get tetchy towards me..! You got five minutes!" He
gave the final warning before walking off to join everyone at the table. He took a seat
besides Merasmus for a obvious reason, "Ay! I see yer eyes wonderin' off, tyke!" He pointed
to Scout, "Keep it to yerself!" He pat the taller man on the back, "Go ahead n' eat, I got
ya..!" he assured him before grabbing his plate and serving himself. Not only did the
Engineer received a special seat, but he was also the only one to be presented with a
fancy and expensive looking set of custom dishes and silverware. The favoritism was
straightforward and could be notice by even the most dimwitted of people.

[Probably a Doctor..]

Merasmus
He nodded and sighed, taking a plate and serving himself after Felice did and did not speak, and jumped when Medic yelled, and turned around, staring at him

Medic
After a while he came out with Archimedes on his shoulder and spotted Merasmus.
"ZE VIZZARD!!" he yelped and scrambled for his bone saw.

[Anachronism]

(Engineer packed up his sentry and dispenser in the first post, but that's okay. I guess I'll just say he 'forgot' it, but still, it's probably short-curcuited from all the rain by now.)

Engineer

Engineer shifted in his seat as Merasmus appeared, and while he kept his drink in the air for as long as the toast would last, he gave soldier a look to gauge his reaction. He cleared his throat after a moment and gave the wizard a cheery greeting to fit the same mood. If may have been pouring rain outside, but it didn't hurt the internal victory dance he was doing. While he supposed the BLU boys probably weren't in good spirits, he figured that it was better them than his own team. Tough luck.
Losing usually meant drunken blubbering at the table or reserved silence. Looking over the loud obnoxiousness that was his team at the moment, he felt more at home. He'd grown quite close with the lot of them, as annoying as they could be sometimes.
Only realizing now that he hadn't even put food on his plate yet, he served himself some food to chase down the beer he'd started drinking. Alchohol was a bad idea on an empty stomach. Seeing the fancy inlays on his plate made him notice, with a little surprise, that his plate was different from everyone else's. This was a...new development. In the past, his dinnerware was just like everyone else's. Had Felice...?
Glancing over at the cook for a split second. He was a bit nervous the other mercs would notice this and grow jealous. But surely they wouldn't notice the change with so much else to talk about, right? Jumping back into the celebration as best he could, just content to listen to the team talk and laugh and carry-on about the events today.

[Rancid Roadkill]

ғelιce ѕιegal aĸa тнe cooĸ
Felice was now quietly and calmly eating his meal until the Medic finally showed up, but
only to make a big scene. He slowly shook his head in disappointment, but remained
unflustered, "You harm him in anyway, lad n' you and yer bird will be tomorrow's main
course meal." He threaten, in completely serious tone without even looking at him,
but he sounded as if he was daring him to try. With Medic being the only one to know
about Felice's past occupation, he man should know that he was being quite literal.
Felice caught Engineer's glance and praised him with a wink before returning to his meal,
but speaks to him still, "If anyone has the guts to says somethin', I'll be sure to take care of
it..~" He assured him, referring to the custom made plate and the jealousy they may cause.

[A Shy Turtle]

(sorry, one of the few in the blu team I'm just trying to see if he can get into trouble xP )

Ryan started to poke the wet sentry with his baseball bat before sneaking a look inside the red team's base, still trying to figure out how no one normally spot him and well he wasn't dressed exactly like the others. The hatter grinned when he saw Merasmus and now doing his best for his shoes not to squeak he went to explore the multiple rooms that were in the fighting area, so he could be dry and still do something.

[Probably a Doctor..]

Merasmus
He looked down and sighed, picking at his food

Medic
He growled and did not touch his blade and eyed the wizard. "Vhat is he doing here??" he snapped

[Anachronism]

Engineer

Another stolen, slightly inebriated glance towards the cook earned him a wink, just as was about to look away. He did a double take, lowering his bottle from his lips. Huh...? He asked himself, relived he hadn't said so out loud. He's not trying to butter me up, is he? He thought, almost curiously, taking a few bites of his food before Felice started to say something, almost in a quieter tone that was different from most everything else he'd said this evening. He tuned in, and after listening, he faked having to wipe his face with a napkin to hide a sudden blush that he hadn't expected.
Felice never failed to catch him off guard; Dell knew what Felice was referencing, but he didn't know how he knew.
"I..." He abandoned the napkin after a moment, hoping the redness across his face had faded enough as to not be seen. As a yell came from the medic, Dell jumped with surprise. Apparently, Dell thought with an internal sigh, old grudges were hard to get rid of. Still, it was an opportunity to allow himself to calm down a little. He wasn't used to being treated...special.
"Doc, hey! Hey! Easy!" He called over the table. "He's our guest!"